look at his cheeky face

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Zayn being called a naughty little schoolboy (2011) // Zaddy Zayn (2016) 😏😏😏 x x

Sway

Eren had found an old phonograph when he`d been tasked with tidying the castle attic. He`d excitedly seen that it also held a worn record as well. He brought it down and cleaned it up before showing it off to Captain Levi, who was only mildly interested.

“It`s got a record and everything sir!” Eren had rambled gleefully, and honestly Levi was more enraptured by the boy`s bright smile as he hopped around the old - and probably forbidden - contraption.

Eren pouted when he realized whatever he was doing wasn`t making the record play, and Levi realized the kid was probably too young to have seen them being used before they were outlawed everywhere that wasn`t filthy rich. 

The raven picked himself up off his chair and away from very important papers to show Eren how to crank the blasted thing. He didn`t even think about how upset Erwin would be, not when those pretty doe eyes were watching him in complete awe and the body they were attached to bounced giddily at the idea of finally hearing what the  phonograph had to play.

Once the Captain was satisfied, he released the crank and let the gramophone crackle to life, a slow tune and a crooning voice filtering through the static until it was clear.(x)

Eren all but squealed when he heard it play, only to listen closer in confusion, having never heard a song like it before, much less heard someone actually sing over the music. Levi smiled fondly when Eren`s questioning eyes sought out his, like because he was able to crank the beast to life he had all the answers.

“Don`t look at me, I`m old, but I`m not that old.” Levi defended, the cheeky look Eren got on his face spoke volumes about what he thought on that subject. Instead of voicing his retort, Eren pitifully tried to find a rhythm to the slow song to dance to, swaying back and forth and horrifically off beat. Levi scoffed.

“It`s a slow song, you`re supposed to slow dance to it, brat.”

Eren stopped his sad little jig and bit his lip then, before taking a deep breath. He dramatically turned to face Levi, his chest puffed out and his hand outstretched.

“Ahem, then, may I have this dance?” He asked, lowering his voice mockingly deep and giving Levi his most dashing grin. But the small raven could see the nervous sweat clinging to his brow. The boy was playing it up because he thought Levi would turn him down, none the wiser that the man absolutely lived for romantic shit like this.

With his head lowered Eren couldn`t see the rosy blush overtake his Captain`s face, and he only looked up, in disbelief, when he mumbled a soft, “You may.”

Eren straightened up quickly, and all too clumsily pulled Levi into his chest, because you had to be real close when you slow danced right? Levi grunted lowly on impact, but it bubbled down into a chuckle, which caused Eren`s face to burn.

Pulling away slightly, the Captain took the cadet`s stiff arms and wrapped them around his own waist, Eren gulped, before draping his arms over the boy`s shoulders and loosely clasping his hands behind his head. Pointedly, he pressed his body forward, making Eren`s step back. Getting the hint, the shifter copied the movement until the two them were moving back and forth across the room.

Eren forced himself not to tense when he felt his superior`s head lay itself snugly against his chest, only allowing himself a breath before boldly laying his head atop his. He could smell the chamomile and lavender shampoo sweet in the black locks as he buried his nose into them and pulled the smaller man closer against him.

Levi could feel the blush on his face crawling down his neck as Eren all but nuzzled him, surrounding him with his ever broadening torso and tightening arms. He hummed in contentment, disregarding the fact that they either looked like right fools or two people hopelessly in love.

So much so, he didn`t even realize they weren`t dancing anymore, that they were just holding each other as the soft music played in the background. The lyrics of the song flitted through the raven`s mind,

Eren his love and Levi his darling, 

He would like that.

Peppered Kisses

Characters: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Fluff (so much fluff I’m drowning in it)
Word count: 1598 words
Requested by anon

A/N: Finally, Admin Caramel’s first scenario on this blog! I took a break in-between revision and just wanted to write this request (cuz I’m a sucker for fluff)

We will get to the other requests eventually, but it won’t be soon as we’re busy with school and life (Admin Dumpling and I are about to do our exams) - Admin Caramel


It was late at night and you were seated on the couch with a book in your hand, curled up under a blanket with a cup of hot chocolate on the coffee table. You heard the door opening, but paid no attention to it, too engrossed in the plot to allow any distractions. It is only when you felt a heavy weight land on the couch did you finally look up.

You see Jimin sprawled across the entirety of the couch, with his head on your lap, looking up at you with tired eyes.

“Hey,” he tiredly greeted you. You noticed his hair was slightly damp with sweat, his shirt soaked from the intense dance practice they just had.

“Ew, get off of me Jimin,” you shrieked, not wanting to dirty the blankets or yourself.

“You stink,” you continued, attempting to push him off your lap and the couch. But to your dismay, his dead weight refused to budge no matter how hard you tried to push him. Seeing that your efforts were futile, he simply whined and latched onto you, burrowing himself in to your stomach.

You giggled at the ticklish feeling, and once again tried to push him off. He only latched tighter onto you, unwilling to let you go.

“Come on, let me go and I’ll draw you a bath,” you suggested with a smile on your face at his antics. It was only then was he willing to let you go,  but not without making you promise to cuddle with him after his bath.

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Thank you for your efforts to heal my poor heart! ❤ - Submitted by @emilyymichelle Thank you, love!

Warnings: Mild bad language.


This was irresponsible, stupid even… and yet here you were, following the orders of an anonymous text message that directed you to meet said mystery person at a very fancy restaurant at seven o’clock sharp.

You arrived early to scope the place out, not being familiar with such high-living as your hunter life rarely afforded you such luxury. The place seemed busy, lots of witnesses, and you were sure whom ever sent the message wouldn’t try anything with that many people around.

Bracing yourself and squaring your shoulders, you walked in through the door, pausing a moment to scan the place. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but it suddenly struck you that you had no idea who you were looking for.

A shrill noise from your phone alerted you to a text message.

‘At the bar’ it read.

You meandered through the tables, scoping out expensive looking dishes that people were enjoying, and headed towards the bar and the back. Your eyes focused on the only occupant as you subconsciously felt around for your gun, making sure it was still tucked into the back of your pants in case it were needed.

When you got close enough, the figure turned to look at you, expression softening and cheeky smile spreading across his face.

“You asshole” you nearly sobbed, running into him hard enough that you nearly knocked him off his stool as you threw your arms around his shoulders.

“Well, that’s certainly not the greeting I was expecting” Crowley teased back at you, slipping his arms around your waist.

“I thought you were dead, you jackass!” you nearly shrieked, unable to keep a few of the tears from slipping from your eyes, causing anyone near by to turn at look at you with disgust at your outburst. You hardly paid them any mind as you leaned back from Crowley and gave him a rough swat to the arm.

“All parlor tricks, darling. I’m afraid you can’t get rid of me that easily” he assured, pulling you back into his embrace.

His confident exterior aside, there was a desperation in his touch, a feeling that told you that you weren’t the only one who was afraid that we wouldn’t make it back. Regardless of whatever happened, he was back now, and that was all that mattered.


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“Attention! Attention! May we have your attention please?” Fred, George and Lee were standing on an improvised stage in the three broomsticks. The pub was filled with busy chatting students, but now they were quieting down.

“My dear fellow humans.” Stated Fred. “Today has been a wonderful day, with one exception.” He looked around the crowd with a cheeky grin on his face.

“That one exception being the tragic disappearance of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, who have somehow managed to get lost on their way here. Now I don’t think that they mean lost in the traditional sense, after all who hasn’t lost themself in those eyes as green as a fresh pickled toad?” And George shot a meaningful look at his sister, who sat curled up with Luna near the fire.

“Oi! Don’t look at me! I never wrote that!” Shouted Ginny, offended.

“You didn’t?” Asked George surprised.

“No, I didn’t. I am not the one here who made up a song about Ronald’s keeper qualities, now, am I?”

Right at that moment the door of the pub opened to reveal a slightly flustered and out of breath Harry and Draco, who were very openly holding hands.

“Potter..?” Whispered Draco in Harry’s ear. “Why is everybody staring at us?”

“I don’t know.” Whispered Harry back. “But I have the idea it might be because we’re holding hands.”

Draco gave himself a mental slap in the face. He hated missing the obvious.

“Ha! Gay!” Shouted Seamus, as he held up his own hand to reveal Dean was holding it. His words broke the silence and a storm of buzz went through the students. Ron was gaping at Harry with a flabbergasted look on his face, while Hermione gave him a knowing smile. Harry wasn’t sure what it was exactly that she knew, but he was glad to see her being happy nonetheless.

He had turned it into his personal mission to make as many people happy as possible after the war. Starting by breaking up with Ginny because she and Luna worked way better, followed by his blessing of Ron and Hermione, even if their frequent snogging made him feel left out. Draco had originally not been on his list, but after their quite fun afternoon Harry felt himself willing to add him. Draco might even be able to make Harry himself happy, if Merlin allowed it.

“Classy people you Gryffindors.” Draco straightened his back, he wasn’t going to let people in on how nervous he actually felt, standing here hand in hand with Harry while half the student body stared at them.

“Well! It seems like our last couple has finally decided to bless us with their presence! There’s still a spot free for the two of you near our other pair of fresh lovebirds.” And Lee indicated towards Dean and Seamus.

“We’re not together Jordan. Don’t be absurd.” Draco didn’t sound like he meant it though.

“It’s best to just go with it Malfoy. They won’t let us live it down anyway.” Whispered Harry in his ear. Draco wasn’t sure what he thought of Harry’s face so close to his, but decided now was not the time to figure it out.

Lee and the twins continued their speech while Harry and Draco made their way to Dean and Seamus. “What happened to you?” Asked Harry, pointing at the sling around Seamus’ neck which held his wounded arm.

“Fell of the bed during rough sex?”

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Baby’s First Beach Trip

Originally posted by superkixbaybay

Request - 12) Child’s first trip to the beach.

Pairing - Finn Balor X Female Reader + Daughter

WordCount - 1, 073

Requested By - Anon

Written By - Tacha

Key - Y/D/N - Your daughter’s Name.

Taglist - @i-kneel-for-king-loki @littledeadrottinghood @becca-bear

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Finn was excited. Beyond excited. Not only did he have a couple of days off to spend with you and your baby daughter but you were also taking your eight- month-old daughter to the beach for the first time. Whenever Finn got to spend time with you and Y/D/N, he always wanted to create new memories. He loved watching Y/D/N experience something new, the way she stared in awe at whatever she was being introduced to. Y/D/N’s reactions varied from each new thing, sometimes she would giggle, other times she became nervous or scared resulting in her crying. Regardless of her reaction, everything was new to her and watching her discover new things fascinated Finn.

When you and Finn agreed taking Y/D/N would be a nice idea, Finn went out buying her a bucket and spade, a life jacket, cute little flip flops, a swimming costume and her first beach outfit along with a few toys that she could play with while she was at the beach. Your husband had certainly gone overboard. Also, he invited Seth, Sami, Sasha and Bayley to tag along. Finn claimed that he wanted Y/D/N to have a special day. It’s not every day you go to the beach for the first time!


You pulled the car into the perfect spot as you arrived at the beach. Finn’s knee bounced up and down as you cut off the engine. If you hadn’t been convinced that your husband was more excited about going to the beach than your daughter who had fallen asleep on the drive here.

“Love, ya did pack the camera right?” Finn asked as you unbuckled your seatbelt.

“Yes and I packed the extra batteries and the spare camera. Finn, I promise we double checked the car before we left, relax. Y/D/N is going to love the beach once she wakes up.” You smiled as you watched your little girl sleep in your mirror.

“That’s alright love, it gives us the perfect time to pick a spot and set up. Why don’t ya stay in the car with Y/D/N while I find us a spot? I’ll be right back.” Finn pecked your lips gently before getting out of the car the faint sound of the boot opening and the rummaging of bags being lifted out of the car. Twisting your body around you watched your Daughter. Several minutes passed until finally returned to the car.

“Ya ready love. The others are already here.” Getting out of the car, Finn began unbuckling your daughter out of her car seat. The commotion woke her up, her eyes fluttered open and immediately getting grizzly because she had been woken so abruptly.

“I’m sorry Princess, I know Daddy’s mean for waking ya up. But it will be worth it I promise.” Finn bounced Y/D/N to cry and calm her crying a few moments passed and Y/D/N soon settled. After you locked up the car, you and Finn were more than ready to show Y/D/N the beach for the first time.


Finn settled down on the towel holding Y/D/N settling her in his lap, her eyes drifted around the vast scenery, the beautiful scenery, the large ocean nearby. Finn watched her expression in amazement, it was like she was studying everything. Finn unbuckled her cute little sandals that Bayley had purchased for her, he slipped them off as he held her up before gently putting her feet on the sand. Y/D/N was suddenly focused on the new feeling,  she was looking down intently at her feet before she began moving her feet a cute toothless grin appearing as she looked around at the adults who were watching her reactions intently, Y/D/N crouched down, Finn sat her down in front of him. Finn leant forward picking up a handful of sand and sprinkling the sand back onto the ground. Y/D/N watched her Father intently before attempting to mimic his actions.

“Aren’t ya a clever one? Y/N, ya documenting this right?” You smiled at your husband, you had documented Y/D/N first encounter with sand. Her beautiful blue eyes reminded you so much of her Father’s.

“I don’t think you would love me anymore if I didn’t.” Finn turned to look at you a cheeky grin on his face.

“It’s impossible for me not to love ya.” You cheekily snapped a photo of Finn. Hoping the day would continue to run smoothly.


You laughed as you watched Sami and Seth trying to teach Y/D/N how to put sand into the bucket, she wasn’t quite getting it as she rested against Seth’s legs. The amusement on her face was magical, while she didn’t understand most of what they were saying she was still paying attention. You laid back on the towel talking to Bayley and Sasha.

“She’s already so much like Finn. She’s into everything. She’s definitely like you too, the way she looks at people when she’s thinking. How do you think she’s going to react when she sees the ocean for the first time?” Bayley asked as Finn plopped down beside me.

“She’s either going to love it-” You began, Finn lifted your head up so your head could rest on his lap.

“Or she’s going to freak out.” Finn finished for you. He checked his phone, before showing you the time. Y/D/N would be due to have a nap in the next half an hour or so.

“Love, what do ya say about taking Y/D/N down to the ocean now before she falls asleep.” Looking up at Finn, I agreed as he helped me up. Bayley and Sasha followed behind us as Seth picked up Y/D/N. With everyone wanting to see her reaction. Seth stopped near the shoreline. Crouching down, Seth waited for the ocean to retreat back before he holds her near the ocean waiting for the ocean to touch her toes for the first time. Finn had the camera, taking photo’s every now and then. As soon as the water hit her toes she squealed followed by a fit of laughter.  

Finn bent down watching his Daughter her tiny emotions vary. She soon sat on the shore splashing the water before it disappeared again. One of the great things that Finn was learning about being a parent was getting the opportunity to see what it’s like to be completely new to the world. There was still so much for Y/D/N to discover. Next on Finn’s list to show Y/D/N was a lego set….  

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Sherlock’s done extensive research on the different tensile strengths of natural fibres because he thinks about ripping John’s clothes off.  He has a, ‘crying need’, to rip off John’s clothes.  This scene is specifically about wool.  John’s jumpers are made of wool.  Sherlock can, ‘go on’, ‘all night’, about the, ‘depth and complexity’, of John’s jumpers.  Considering that he is giving this speech in broad daylight, it is worth asking why he is saying that he could go on, ‘all night’ and what exactly can he do all night thinking about John and his woollen jumpers.  Look at his face while he says that: excited, cheeky, lost in thought.  He turns away from John but to no one in particular he can admit that he can masturbate all night thinking about ripping John’s clothes off.  This fits with the strangeness of his comment about the, ‘depth and complexity’, of John’s jumpers.  He has thought about the tensile streghth of the wool of John’s jumper, about the complexity of the knitting and the thickness of it.  (You know, the jumper.)  He can imagine taking it off, how it would feel.  This is how much he thinks about John’s body, his clothes, their removal.

Now, I’ve heard others anaylse the train guy from TEH as being a foil for Sherlock, someone who doesn’t mind being different and whom Sherlock thinks would never have a significant other.  Yet, he does.  If train guy can be with someone maybe he can be, too.  But, something I haven’t heard is the idea that John is the woollen hat.  Sherlock is very attached to him and has patched him up fives times already.  Mycroft questions this and says that if he were so obsessed with the hat he wouldn’t’ve left it behind.  If Sherlock loves John so much why did he leave him?  No matter, Sherlock loves John and the train guy loves the hat.  Train guy got his hat back and Sherlock will get his John back, too.

Let’s now go back to the words, ‘tensile strength’: how much tension can something take before it breaks.  How sexual does that sound?  How much tension can John take before his jumper comes off?  How many nights can Sherlock, ‘go on’, alone, while thinking about this?  Tensile.  Strength.  (Reminds me of LSiT talking about Sherlock trying to make John’s beer cans explode, on John’s blog).   

Also, wait a minute: he says he’s written, ‘a blog’, about this?  A whole blog?  Not a blog post but an entire blog?  That sounds like John’s blog.  A whole blog dedicated to seeing how strong John is in the face of his love and desire for Sherlock.  John’s blog is a blog about the tensile strength of natural fibres.  Both of their fibres.  It’s about their incredible struggle to remain platonic friends.  Their incredible struggle to not snap and to remain clothed.

You know what else is a fibre?  John’s moral fibre.  ‘Strong moral principle’, is part of why John can hold his friendship with Sherlock together.  It’s John’s strength, his tensile strength, his strong moral fibre that allows him to continue this friendship, the way it’s been, without breaking.  Without breaking the boundary that keeps them from being together.

(Like Columbo said) Just one more thing: John’s already talked about Sherlock, ‘ripping’, his, ‘clothes off in a darkened swimming pool’, so there’s a clear reference point for this theme of clothes ripping.

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Jughead x Reader

Its the summer before the reader goes off to college, and she doesn’t want to leave without letting the raven-haired boy how she really feels.

Warnings: None

Word count: 2, 166

A/N: I’m sorry I haven’t posted in forever, just know that I’m still here. Let me know what you think? I’m just trying to get back into the swing of writing things cause my motivation is at an all time low rn. It’s also my finals week so after that’s over fingers crossed I’ll have more time, although I’m working two jobs and have a summer class to do and have to get in shape this summer so who the fuck knows, but thanks for sticking with me, I’ll try to make my writing worth it. <3

The Song

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I wanna pick you up and scoop you out

I want the secrets your secrets haven’t found

I honk the horn in front of the trailer that Jughead has been living in for the past year and a half. I wait a few moments, and nothing happens so I honk the horn again.

This time the door bursts open and he walks out, adjusting his Southside Serpent jacket over the rest of his ensemble.

“Were you this late when you went to Riverdale High?” I ask as he opens the door and slides into the passenger seat.

“I’ve been at Southside for the past two years, when are you going to stop pulling that ‘Riverdale High’ crap?” he smirks, putting his feet up on the dashboard.

“I’m not going to stop until you come out the first time I honk.” I smirk back at him, shifting the car into park for the moment instead of keeping my foot on the brake. The conversation flows easily, as always.

It’s never been much trouble with mister Jones, especially after he fully committed to staying at Southside and becoming a part of the Serpents. From then on out, we took care of him like family, as being the daughter of a  Serpent has always been a part of my identity. Although, I didn’t know that you were supposed to think about your family the way I think about Jones.

For a long time I felt guilty about it, but then he told me that he broke up with Betty just a few months after I met him. He said it was because things were getting too difficult and they weren’t seeing eye to eye anymore. I helped him through it, and I tried to tell myself that it wasn’t appropriate, but I couldn’t help myself, from then on out my feelings were a non-stop waterfall that seemed to be overflowing, only with nowhere to go.

“You just hate that I get a place to myself.” He folds his arms across his chest, the leather making noises I can’t describe without becoming tongue-twisted.

“By pure circumstance, Jones, pure circumstance.” I remind him, letting out a small laugh.

“I guess only the lucky ones get foster parents that let them move out.” he retorts back, then putting his hands behind his head, always the fidgeter.

“Oh please, you left cause you couldn’t stand being away from your own bed.” I shove him lightly on the shoulder with my hand, earning a laugh from him. I’m pretty sure if the only sound I heard for the rest of my life was his laugh, I would be living in heaven and not on earth.

“In your dreams, (Y/N).” he says, nudging me back.

I take the opportunity to shift the car back into drive and pull away from the trailer park. I don’t know where we’re going or what’s going to happen, but I turn up the radio and blast some music to drown out my thoughts.

“If only you knew.” I whisper, pulling onto the road that leads to Southside.

Jughead shifts in his seat, sliding out of his jacket to reveal a gown underneath. He somehow got to forfeit the cap for his beanie, which is probably the most Jughead Jones thing that he could ever do. He tosses the jacket in the back where he’ll be able to pick it up after the ceremony.

It’s graduation day, and I have to try to keep myself together as I know that this is the last summer I get to spend with my best friend. The last summer before we have bigger responsibilities and things going on in our lives. The last summer I have to finally admit the feelings that came over me from the moment he walked into school.

Paint me in trust,

I’ll be your best friend

Call me the one,

this night just can’t end.

As the graduation ceremony comes to a close, I try to find him in the sea of gowns while everyone else tries to find their caps that had been thrown in the air.

My eyes scan over heads, finally landing on the grey and black combination on the head that is Jughead Jones.

I break into a run, yelling his name. There’s a grin on my face from ear to ear. Graduating from high school is probably the biggest accomplishment of my life so far, and compared to everyone else in Riverdale I think that’s saying something.

Jughead turns around just in time to get tackled by me in a hug, his arms going around my waist as my arms go around his neck.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), done with high school.” he says, holding me close.

“Jughead Jones, a graduate.” I say, going to let go, but he holds on a moment longer. I begin to feel his hands on my lower back and my heart goes from calm to racing in a split second. I’ve never known anything except joking with him to cover up feelings, and so this slight deviation from that has my stomach in knots.

He pulls back from me with a smirk on his face, “A graduate who has no idea where he’s going.” he retorts back, and I immediately think that everything I just experienced was all in my head.

I laugh and shove him with my shoulders.

“Just come to university with me.” I tease, letting hope rise in my voice, forever the hopeful that he might actually take me up on the offer this time.

“Hmmm… a dorm room with a roommate or a trailer to myself… I wonder which is the better option.” he says, letting a fake sort of wonder slip into his voice.

The crowd begins to disperse, leaving the football field nearly empty. I look around and realize that this is finally over. All the days of waking up early and trying to look nice. All of the days of seeing all my friends, seeing him, are over. All of the days of dealing with all of the drama finally done.

We walk back to my car, disposing of our gowns in the trunk. I get in the driver’s side and take out my keys. I wait for him to get his jacket and sit up front next to me again, his shoulders relaxing as the leather slips over his arms.

“Where to now, mister Jones?” I say, starting the car. The engine hums underneath my feet as Jughead reaches over and turns up the radio. There’s some summer pop song that starts blasting, and I think that he’s gonna change it, but he doesn’t. Instead, his hand drops from the dial and he closes his eyes.

“Let’s get as far away as we can from this small town.” he says, rolling down the window. I match him and roll mine down as well, blasting the music even louder for the people still loitering around the school to hear.

I pull out of my parking space and leave the lot of Southside High for the last time, and I only have to make a few turns before I’m on the highway and we’re headed north.

I don’t know where we’re going, but I don’t care as long as I’m with my best friend.

Time tics on, fast and slow all at the same time. The songs change, shifting our moods from chill to screaming along with the lyrics in a matter of minutes. The tollway provides fast enough speeds to where the wind on our faces makes it seem like we’re the only two people in the world.

I drive until the sun starts to set. I then notice that there are signs for the nearest city, and so I figure we might as well give it a go.

I turn off the tollway and head towards the buildings on the horizon that go higher than anything I’ve seen before.

The lights illuminate the drive as we wind through the windy city.

I want to give you your grin

So tell me you can’t bear a room that I’m not in.

“Where are we?” Jughead asks, the first time he’s spoken something instead of sang it the whole drive. I can tell his voice is tired from screaming, and it makes me laugh.

“Welcome to Chicago, Jones.” I give him a cheeky smile and this look comes over his face that I can’t describe.

“What are we doing here?” he asks, looking from me to the streets around him.

“I have an idea.” I say, keeping him in suspense.

I drive around for a bit more, observing all of the people walking to and from their work, everyone going out or coming in for the evening.

The setting sun provides a red and pink hue to come over all of the tops of the buildings, reflecting into the streets below. There’s something in the air in this city, a feeling of life coming over me as I myself figure out the perfect spot to park and spend the rest of the night.

I pull into a spot on the first floor of the garage nearest our destination.

“A parking garage? Wow, beautiful.” he jokes, unbuckling his seatbelt.

“Just come on.” I tell him, turning off the car and unbuckling my seatbelt, opening the door.

Once we’re both out, I take his hand and pull him along, out to the street. I look around to orient myself and smile at the thought of what the night holds.

“Close your eyes.” I tell him. He gives me a look that says that I’m absolutely crazy, but then I give him a look that tells him to trust me. He nods and closes his eyes, putting the hand that’s not in mine over his face.

I lead him down the sidewalk, over grass and gravel before the sand starts to seep into my shoes.

I look around and see boats in the distance, illuminated by the city lights and the sun that’s just below the sea line.

“Open.” I tell him, and his hand falls from his eyes. He looks around for a moment, and then looks at me, but I can barely see it from my peripheral vision, because I’m too focused on the nature that surrounds us and the nearly empty beach.

“Beautiful.” he says, and my heart starts pounding, but then I remind myself he must be talking about the sunset.

“It’s Lake Michigan. I’ve always wanted to see the sunset from here, over the water.” I tell him, taking a few steps more onto the beach, letting go of his hand. I immediately notice the disconnect and wish that I hadn’t done it.

“What are all those lights sticking out onto the water?” he asks, motioning towards the distance.

“Navy Pier, Jones. That’s Navy Pier.” I let out a laugh, realizing that he’s never seen anything like this.

I’d only ever seen it once when my mother took me here for a birthday when I was really young, before the serpents, before the drama, before Riverdale and the Southside took over our lives. It’s something from a time that was better, a time that was pure, and it’s something that I’ve never forgotten. I’ve wanted to come back ever since, so maybe my subconscious led me here once more with my best friend after all these years.

“This is amazing.” he says, and I have to turn around to make sure he’s being genuine and not making a joke, but as soon as I do I can tell by the look on his face that he really means that.

I feel the sand between my toes and close my eyes, feeling the breeze come up behind me from the water. I really try to feel the moment, and how I’m here with him.

When I open my eyes again he’s right in front of me, our faces almost touching.

“Also..” he says, moving in what seems like slow motion. His hand reaches up to cup my face and he brings his lips to connect with mine. I bring my body close to his, my hands going to the back of his neck. My eyes close again and take everything in, take him in.

He releases a moment later, our foreheads still pressed together.

“Jones…” I say, breathless, not sure what to do.

“Please, please just say my name.” his voice sounds desperate yet kind, in need of something.

“Jughead.” I tell him, my fingers tangling in the strands of his hair.

His body relaxes and it’s as if me saying his name just gave him everything he’s ever wanted, everything he’s ever needed.

“If only you knew how long I’ve wanted to do that.” he says, a smile coming over his face.

“I think I have an idea.” I tell him.

I have a feeling this summer is going to be one I’m never going to forget.


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Waffles (Phil Lester)

Plot: You come back from the tour with Dan and Phil craving some waffles, but Phil refuses to let you have them… find out why.

Warnings: CUTENESS OVERLOOOOOOAD

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Originally posted by ratinof

Dan and Phil’s tour in the US was over, so you, Dan, and Phil had a long flight home back to England. When you finally got home, all three of you were so relieved.

“Oh God! HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME!!!” Dan outbursts as he runs to his room, slamming the door behind him. Phil immediately dropped his bags at the door and jumped upon the couch, laying sprawled out. You scoff kicking Phil’s bags out of the way as you tried to make it down the hallway.

“My friends are children.” You mutter to yourself. You and Phil had known each other since University, but you didn’t start dating him until your last year. After you graduated, Phil had found a place to stay in Manchester with Dan and you lived by yourself in London, but later on, Dan and Phil moved to London in the same apartment building as you. Phil says it was because he missed and there wasn’t much space in that apartment anyway, but when Phil wasn’t around, Dan would reveal that Phil was going crazy because he couldn’t see you everyday and that was why he really wanted to move. You couldn’t help but feel all warm inside to know this. Phil had to be the sweetest boy on the planet and there was no way you were going to let that go.

“Hey Phil, can I just crash here tonight?” You ask him. He smiles.

“Sure! More cuddles for me!” He exclaimed, pulling you down to the couch with him. You yelped as he started to tickle you. Eventually you managed to pry yourself away from his grip. Phil looked up at you with a cheeky grin on his face. “You know I hate that!” You say.

“I know, that’s why I do it.” He smirks. You scowl at him playfully as you walked to the kitchen.

“Whatever, I want waffles.” You say randomly.

“NOOOOOOOO!!!!” Phil jumps in front of you, blocking your path.

“What?” You ask.

“The way you eat waffles is a disgrace to man kind and I won’t allow it.” You laugh.

“I thought you were over that!” “There’s a reason why I’ve hidden all the waffles from you ever since.”

  “Oh my God! So that’s what happened to them! Why would you do that?”

“Because, the poor waffles needed to be safe!” You didn’t eat waffles the way others did, and it drove Phil insane. It only took him one time to see you eat them to go nuts. Instead of pouring syrup on them and eating them with a knife and fork, you dipped them in syrup and ate them with your hand. Dan somehow heard Phil yelling at you and popped his head into the room.

  “Are you going to torture Phil again by eating waffles?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows. You roll your eyes.

“Honestly, why is it such a big deal to you?” You exclaim.

“I only care about Phil’s reaction.” Dan said.

“Because it’s evil.” Phil said.

“I’m going to get the camera, this will make a great vlog!” and with that, Dan was off. While Phil wasn’t looking, you ducked under his arm and ran into the kitchen. “Hey!” He cried, going after you. You laughed. You made it to the freezer but Phil’s hand pushed against the door so you couldn’t open it.

“No!” You yelled.

“Yes! It’s for your own good!” You turned around to say something, but when you did, you found yourself awkwardly pinned to the refrigerator by Phil. You locked eyes and he gave you the adorable, sly smile that you couldn’t resist. He leaned in to kiss you when…

“And here they are-” Dan had just walked in with the camera and almost dropped it when he realized what was happening.

  “Well… um.” He said, looking mortified. You hid your red face in Phil’s chest.

“Dan… can you…?” Phil said with a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment.

“Oh! Um… right. Yeah sorry, I’m going to… delete this video… and my life." He muttered the last part as he ran back to his room. You and Phil broke out in a fit of laughter.

"Now, where were we?" He says. You laugh, leaning in to kiss him, forgetting all about the waffles.

Originally posted by prettydan

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Holiday Hookup - Conor Maynard

Request: No

Requests are OPEN!

A/N: I LOVE THIS ONE! OH MY GOD. I’M OBSESSED. I hope you are too! :) 

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You laughed as Alex made himself out to be a complete idiot on Jack’s snapchat. You were in the car with Jack, Alex and Conor, heading to Brighton for Easter weekend. Helen had invited you for dinner the minute she heard you wouldn’t be spending it with your family. Being from America, paying for a plane ticket home for the weekend was way too expensive for a broke student like yourself so you thought it was best if you skipped this holiday. But Helen wouldn’t stand for that. “There’s no way my son’s roommate is missing my Easter cooking.” She said to you when she called you to force you into coming. You and Jack have been roommates since he moved out of the boys’ “man cave” a couple of months ago. Your roommate had moved and you were having trouble keeping up rent so you asked around and a friend told you about Jack and here you are. You instantly became good friends and haven’t really spent a day apart since he moved in.

On the other hand, there was Conor. The minute you met him all you wanted to do was sleep with him. You were so sexually attracted to him that you found yourself constantly thinking about what it would be like to be that close to him. Eventually, you found out…multiple times. Jack didn’t really care as long as you two didn’t make it awkward if it was to ever end. A couple of weeks ago, Conor mentioned he was talking to another girl so you two ended your arrangement. And although it was over, you often found yourself sharing lingering looks with him and getting a tingling feeling in the pit of your stomach but you being the stubborn girl you are, you chose to ignore it.

As you turned your head from Alex, to look out the window, your eyes caught Conor’s in the review mirror and thus, another lingering look was exchanged.

“I swear, if you two hookup this weekend, you’ll never hear the end of it from Mom and Dad.” Jack said, catching you guys.

“We’re not going to hookup, dickward.” You said, looking at Jack who had a cheeky smile on his face. You looked away, catching Conor’s eyes in the mirror again, lingering a little before turning your attention to the window.

“Anna!” You said, as you saw her running towards you. You two have become really close since you’ve been living with Jack and you thanked God she was part of this wild family.

Hours later and you were now in the middle of Jack and Conor at the dinner table. You absolutely loved being around the Maynard’s since it was always such a good time and you could never stop laughing.

“So (y/n), how are finals going?” Gary asked you.

“They’re alright.” You said. “I’m confident in some and not in others but you can’t win them all.” Gary let out a laugh before returning to his meal.

Just as you reached for your wine, Conor placed a hand on your thigh. “You’ll do great.” You looked over at him and smiled as a way of saying thank you.

“I can’t believe you guys are only here for the night; I don’t get to see you enough.” Anna said, as you two began getting ready for bed.

It was around three in the morning and the rest of the night had been spent playing games, drinking and eating chocolate. You were so thankful and happy that Helen had forced you to come and you knew you’d remember this night for a long time.

“I’ll be right back.” You said to Anna, holding up your toothbrush. 

You headed down the hall towards the bathroom and when you did, you were chest to chest with Conor. He had just finished showering and had opened the door at the same time you did, causing you to walk right into him. He was still wet from his shower, the towel around his waist wasn’t really doing much, and you couldn’t help but want to kiss him right there. Your nose brushed his as you took a step back, your cheeks beginning to heat up.

“Sorry.” You stepped to the side, allowing Conor to walk past you and into his room. You took a deep breath, trying to collect yourself as you headed into the bathroom and brushed your teeth. As you began walking back to Anna’s room, you felt a hand grab your arm, pulling you into a room. The door behind you closed as a result of your back being pressed up against it.

“Conor…” You said, confused. 

He was still shirtless but had managed to find some loose sweatpants and once again, his chest was against yours. His hands were on either side of you, forcing you to stay there and the longer you did, the faster your heart picked up. Still not saying anything, Conor brought his face closer to your, looking between your lips and your eyes.

“Conor-” You began again but was cut off by his lips on your neck. His right hand moved to your waist and began lifting up your t-shirt before making its way to your chest. You shut your eyes, remembering all the times you two had done this before and it was as if you had no control over your body because your hand was now moving Conor’s head to yours so you could connect your lips.

Conor took control of the situation and brought you towards the bed, laying you down and getting on top of you. The make-out seemed to last forever before your mind travelled to the girl Conor was seeing and it instantly killed the vibe.

“No, no, no.” You said, pushing Conor off you. You got up from his bed and headed back to Anna’s room.

“Jeeze, did you fall in or something?” Anna said, laughing, as you climbed into bed next to her. You stayed silent as you rolled over onto your side, facing away from Anna and thinking about what had just happened.

Held - Chapter 8

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I really didn’t think it would have affected me in any way, but having Harry stay over that night had been quietly comforting. His presence was something I always found to be kind of reassuring in a way, like he’d always be near you for a reason. Even though I would have been fine on my own for the night, just the sense of someone familiar kept me feeling settled. I felt bad that he was stuck on the grotty old sofa though, but not so bad that it had stopped me from sleeping soundly.

The little streams of light that were coming through the blinds that I’d obviously forgotten to close last night were warming up my bed sheets, making it harder than it already was to get up. A growling sensation in my stomach though was what finally pulled me away from my bed, and I reached for my phone to text Harry before I ventured to the kitchen. 

You decent?

Always!!

Good because I want breakfast.
I’m coming through.
If you’re naked when I walk through that door I’ll be upset.

 No you won’t ;)

How very dare you!?!?

Shuffling down the hallway to the kitchen I could hear that Harry was up, the bangs and clattering of cupboards doors and drawers being opened and slammed shut made me thankful I was the only other person in the house, as I was sure he was waking up the neighbours with the racket he was making.

“Good morning, Sweets.” he greeted me with a smile, when I pushed open the door. But a smile wasn’t all I was greeted with.

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Do I Wanna Know?

Reader is part of the music band and is close friends with Alex. Winter formal is approaching and Alex got an offer to perform. Being that he was still hung up on Jessica, he decided to do it.

A/N: Hi! I didn’t know what scene or prompt the anon that requested Alex wanted so I just made one. I’m sorry I’m not sure if I even did Alex justice in this one I was blanking. I hope you like it! This is also a mild unrequited love so…

Originally posted by gabbiesworld

If there was something you hated more than morning classes, morning practice on a weekend definitely takes the cake.The jazz band is preparing for a concert next friday to accumulate funds for donation to the local retirement home. As excited as you are for the event, you would rather much stay in bed instead of walking the empty halls of Liberty high at 7 in the morning. You entered the room looking around to find that almost everyone was there already tuning their own instruments, and as usual your very punctual maestro has not yet arrived. You brought out your violin and went to your position.

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female leader | tommy shelby

tommy goes to the pub to meet another gang leader about business, bumps into a girl who turns out to be the gang leader and tommy is basically shocked cause he was expecting a man

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Originally posted by christinaisrighthere

“What’s a pretty woman like you doing in the a pub like this?” You looked to the side of you to see Tommy Shelby, the leader of the peaky blinders.  

You’d both arranged to meet up here to discuss some business involving Billy Kimber. The two of you had never met though, meaning he was probably expecting a man.  

“She’s waiting.” You answered, not wanting to tell him that you were the one waiting for him.  

“Oh yeah, who for?” He asked, sitting down on the stool next to you. The young man behind the bar quickly placed a drink in front of Tommy. He hurried away, trying his hardest not to look at him.  

“You not gonna pay for that?” You asked.  

“Nope.” He answered. “Are you going to answer my question?”  

“You don’t need to know who I’m waiting for. If you knew then I think you might run away. I heard he’s the nastiest guy around here.”  

“Really?” He smirked. “Does his name happen to be Thomas?”  

“Nope.” You smirked back. “I’ll tell you what, how about you buy me another drink and you can sit with me.”  

“Happily.” He shouted over to the barman for another drink.  

“Pay for it.” You demanded. “This is somebody’s business and your just taking money outta their pocket.”  

He huffed before throwing a few coins down on the bar. “Happy now?”  

“Yeah, so happy.” You mumbled sarcastically. “So, why are you here?”  

“Meeting a man about some business.”  

“A man?” You questioned.  

“Yeah, why?”  

You shrugged your shoulders and turned your head away from him. Members of your gang that had met Tommy Shelby before had warned you not to your normal sarcastic self around him. He had no morals and didn’t care who he hurt. You wasn’t afraid of no man, especially Tommy Shelby.  

“Tell me something about yourself.” He demanded. You rolled your eyes and looked at him.  

“You demanding?” You asked, tilting your head to the side slightly.  

“Maybe I am.”  

“Well don’t fucking demand to me. Okay?”  

“Bloody hell, you’re a feisty one.” He laughed loudly, obviously not taken back by my attitude. “I like a girl who talks back.”  

“You’d love me then.”  

“Maybe one day. Who knows?” He wears a cheaky smile as he continues to flirt.  

You wondered if Tommy would be like this if he knew who you was. He said himself that he was expecting a man to be the leader of the gang he was meeting. A part of you wanted to reveal that you were the person he was meant to be meeting but you wanted to carry on with the game you were playing until he realised, that’s if he did.  

“You’re so interesting.” You said, rubbing your hand up and down his arm. “Bet people are scared of you round here.”  

“I guess they are. It’s more of a respect thing though. People round here know that if they start shit with the peaky blinders then they’ll be consequences, that’s why most of them do as we say.” He replied. “Why are you being like this?”

“Being like what, Tommy?” You looked up at him and gave him the best flirtatious smile you could.  

“Well, I would say that you’re flirting with me.” His hand came down to your waist, slowly dragging it along the curves of your body. “Not that I’m complaining of course.”  

“I’m just trying to find out your weaknesses.” You removed his hand from your body and brought the glass of whiskey to your mouth.  

“Why would you do that?” He looked at you with confusion.  

“I mean, if we are going to be working together then I need to know your weaknesses, incase you try to pull any shit on us.” You chuckled.  

“Oh, so you’ve been sent by your boss to discuss the arrangements? Why didn’t you tell me when I first walked in.”  

You laughed loudly, placing your hand on Tommy’s chest for extra effect. “You must be kidding me. I am the boss and because I thought it would be fun to mess you around a bit.”  

“Jesus Christ, you’re the boss. Times are changing.” He joked. “No denying that I’m shocked. However, judging by the past fifteen minutes I’ve just spent with you I kinda see it. Bossy, fierce, one heck of a body.”  

“What does my body have to do with anything?” You asked.  

“I’m just saying that I bet you can look after yourself in fights.” He answered, a cheeky grin plastered on his face. “Wanna know something?”  

“Not really but go ahead.”  

“I think me, you, the peaky blinders are gonna make one hell of a team.” He paused. “How about we grab one last drink,  then you can come over to my place and meet the rest of the blinders.”  

“One condition, you pay for the drink.”  

“Understood darling.”  

The Honey then the Hatchet

Ok not sure about the word count of this one

Prompt: Hey its ya neighborhood stafou Lover here with a fluffy ass request. I think it’s kinda obvious gaston only showed LeFou affection when he wanted something and so that’s what LeFou expects. So when Stanley shows affection thinks he wants something and he’s fine with it but one day Stanley catches on and just like scoops him up in his arms and is like LeFou honey all I want is your love I promise and maybe lefou just kinda starts sobbing because he doesn’t know how to deal with genuine affection

Holy shit angst yes love it

Warnings: low self esteem, that’s about it

And hella gay

Wow I feel like this is a trend for me

Soph xx


Lefou was never comfortable with compliments, considering that when he was younger they were usually backhanded ones intended to poke fun at him in one way or another, about his weight, his hair, his clothes or god forbid his mother, yet his distaste for compliments only grew after he found how truly manipulative they could be to a person, as with every ‘you look good’ or ‘I didn’t know you could sing’ was another request for a few more sous or a more franks, making him hard of hearing to them.

Of course, stanley didn’t know this, in fact he tried to compliment Lefou every time he saw him in the village, at market, or even in the newly opened ‘Books from Belle’ bookshop. Usually on his clothes, or his hair, or anything that he could possibly comment on in any way, trying to win his affections. Every time, Lefou turned away slightly, or even shook his head, a couple of times he had even laughed sarcastically at himself in a way that stanley wasn’t used to. He was used to Lefou being much more open, after all, in the bar when he was with Gaston he seemed to be, and even flirted back from time to time, yet now he had become more closed to any compliment which was thrown at him, making it very hard to flirt.

It just so happened, that once a month a grand party was held at the Chateaux where everyone would bring themselves in their most expensive finery, despite the trying of the hosts that the gatherings should be far more casual, yet everyone needed to feel a bit more dressed up every now and then.

At this very monthly occasion, Stanley had shown up in his finest embroidered, white waistcoat paired with some equally beautiful trousers, and some boots to complete the ensemble, yet as he walked out towards the village centre where everyone was meeting to take the carriages to the palace itself, he felt something was missing, and as he passed Mademoiselle Fleuredelie’s flower shop, a single white rose caught his eye, and halted him in his tracks.

He slowly turned and made his way back to the shop, and picked the rose from a bunch that sat in disarray on the side of the counter.

“Combien, madame?” He enquirer

“15 cents please.” She replied, holding her hand out to receive the payment. When he handed the money over, she gave him a not and gestured him off towards the last remaining carriages.

The ride to the castle was uneventful, with only the clanging of the horses shoes with the occasional stone as his companion for the time being, yet as he approached the Chateaux, he heard a great number of people in celebration, yet he could never understand what they were celebrating. None the less, he still decided to dress back up every month and join the monthly festivities.

By the time the cart stopped in front of the main entrance. It was clear that the party was in full swing, with the orchestra playing beautifully to welcome any guests whom had arrived late, or to simply encourage the long staying ones whom had been here for hours.

When he finally got to the ballroom, stanley felt himself scan the crowd for the presence of a familiar pink or purple bow amongst the sea of white, yet instead of being greeted by Lefou’s vibrantly coloured neck accessories, he found himself locking vision with a gold embroidery one instead.

Making his way through the crowds of people, he tried to get closer to Lefou, yet every time he tried it seemed that someone made it their mission to get on the dance floor, yet just as he got close, he saw one of the household staff guide him to the floor.

Stanley stood still, watching as the woman glided across the floor with Lefou, twisting and turning in ways he wished that he would with him, yet as he was watching, he felt a hand snake around his waist and drag him into the sea of dancers.

As they connected their hand with his, he looked up to see the face of Madame Garderobe, whom had been the very creator of the outfit he was wearing tonight.

She smirked down at his shirt and then have him a small knowing smile, before twirling him and letting him go into the jumbled mess which people were calling a dance.

Just in that moment, stanley felt himself connect with someone else, as his back and theirs collided, yet instead of jerking away, he felt himself twist around to grab the other persons hand, and spin them so that they would be able to dance just as he was doing. Of course, he would later find out that this was done intentionally, however he came face to face with none other than Lefou.

Lefou blushed, and tried to stutter out a couple of words, yet basic vocabulary seemed to have failed him in that moment, when he saw a silly grin break out on Stanley’s face, as he pulled Lefou closer to him and leaned further towards his head.

“Bonsoir Monsieur.” He whispered gently, still keeping eye contact with the man in front of him.

Lefou was speechless to say the least, his mouth still left open as he tried to stutter out some basic French, yet he still could not say a single word.

“May I say that tonight you look absolutely stunning?” Stanley prompted, with a cheeky flustered grin still plastering his face.

And the illusion was broken.

A humourless laugh left Lefou’s lips before he could help himself, and he felt himself shake his head in disbelief as stanley just watched. He had seen this all before, the dismissal of the compliment which he knew too well.

“What do you want.” Lefou whispered in his ear, still dancing her making space between himself and Stanley, almost to prove a point.

“Want?” Stanley replied, confused by the whole situation.

“Yes want, people don’t just had our compliments, there’s a price tag, always. What do you want.” He repeated his question, looking down to the patterned floor which so many had been swept across, yet he highly doubted that he would be swept off his feet tonight.

“What on earth could I want, when I have everything I want right here.” He whispered in return, refusing to acknowledge Lefou’s words of want and worry.

Lefou looked back at stanley, expecting to see some sort of a taunting smile to illuminate his features, of a sneer of joy at his expense, yet when their eyes locked, he saw only sincerity in those beautiful dark orbs.

He had really been complimenting him, with no gain to himself whatsoever, just for the sake of complimenting him, this whole time?

Lefou felt tears build in his eyes as he thought back to every time that he had been complimented by Stanley, only this time he saw them as genuine, instead of being a mockery, and felt his knees start to go weak at the man that currently had his arm firmly wrapped around his waist.

A tear fell.

“Are you ok?” Stanley immediately asked, a hint of worry lacing his voice.

Lefou laughed yet again, however this time it seemed to be a genuine, proper laugh of joy, one that he had not felt come from his mouth in a long time.

He looked up at stanley and brought both hands to his cheeks, holding them gently before guiding Stanley’s lips towards his, and as they met Lefou felt the grip of his waist getting tighter. his head spinning and his blood pounding, he began to wrap his arms around Stanley’s neck, pulling him impossibly closer, until he released him, gasping for breath, yet still spinning, dancing with the others. Lefou smiled gently.

After a moment, stanley spoke.

“Etienne, there is something I wanted for my compliments.”

Lefou looked up worried, his thoughts reverting to believing that this was all some stupid joke, yet Stanley still smiled brighter than before, his cheeks still painted crimson and his chest still heaving. Pulling the white rose from his pocket, he handed it to Lefou who stared at the small flower in awe.

“You.”

If You Go [Pt. 1]

Originally posted by secondhorcrux

Imagine: Newt desperately needs to leave England to begin his year long journey around the world to write his novel on magical creatures, but not for all the reasons you would assume. Newt flees during the night, leaving the you alone and confused. Little do you know, Newt is hiding a big secret of his own. 

Author’s Note: Sorry I haven’t uploaded anything in almost a week! I hope you enjoy this, this may seem a bit rushed and confusing because you don’t know what old mate is up to YET but trUSt me, you’re going to be like OMG NO SHE DIDN’T!!!!!. It’s also currently the 6th of January here in Australia, so I would just like to give a big a big ole shoutout to the legend that is, Eddie Redmayne, who literally does not look a day over 21, we love you!

Word Count: 1825

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