oh how charming!

Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you:

Looks like could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll:

Looks like a cinnamon roll and actually is a cinnamon roll:

Looks like could kill you and could actually kill you:

Sinnamon roll:


charmed appreciation week | day 2 ⇒ favourite relationship: phoebe & prue halliwell

↳ ❝ i can worry about my little sister, can’t i? ❞
don’t ever stop. ❞

Dive (Part One) - Derek Hale Imagine

A/N: my first Derek Hale Imagine ahh xD my favorite sour-wolf! 

Anonymous said: Hi love! How are you? I was wondering if you could do a Teen Wolf imagine? The reader is Alpha of her own pack who came to Beacon Hills and she is well respected among everyone for her strength, bravery, skills, wisdom etc. She meets Derek and Scott (and everyone else) and helps them with the Alpha Pack. Along the way she and Derek fall in love and she becomes great friends with the others. Thank you so much, have a great day!❤😘

Disclaimer: I don’t own Teen Wolf :D

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“I don’t trust her!”

“Derek! She wants to help us! She knows about the Alpha pack-“

“Scott, you can’t just pick up any stray Omegas you find and expect-“

“Whoa, excuse me?” (Y/N) argued from where Deaton was patching her stomach up. “Did you just say stray Omega?” she asked getting upset.

“Yes” Derek said firmly.

“Oh, how charming” she said rolling her eyes. “An Alpha, I’m assuming?”

“Yes” Derek said stepping closer. “How did you know?”

“Takes one to know one, handsome” she said flashing her red eyes at him.

“Ha! Bet you didn’t see that one coming sour-wolf” Stiles said laughing but stopped when Derek glared at him.

“You’re an Alpha?”

“Yes” she said as Deaton finished.

“It should be gone in no time” he said with a kind smile.

“Thanks” she said rolling her shirt down. “I’m (Y/N)” she said extending her hand for him to take. Derek looked at it and hesitated but shook it anyways.


“Hale, I know” she said grabbing her jacket from the chair and putting it on. “I know all about the Hale family and I know all about Scott McCall” she said looking back at Scott. “The True Alpha” she said emphasizing it only to annoy Derek a little. She succeeded.

“And you want to help us?” Derek asked still upset.  

“Well, yes. You’re crazy if you think you can take an Alpha pack by yourselves” she told them.

“And you know how?”


“Uh-huh and we should trust you why?” Derek said with a sarcastic laugh.

“Because my last name is Lupin” she said defiantly and erasing Derek’s smirk off his face.

“You’re (Y/N) Lupin?” he said shocked.

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Hard Headed

Prompt: Imagine overworking your powers because you’re afraid of disappointing Charles, bu because of that, you collapse when working with him

Pairing: Charles x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, probably

Notes: Thank you to @marvel-imagines-marvel-fandoms for inspiring me and letting me use these! And not beta’d so if it sucks, that’s why. Thank you for reading!


Laying in the warm sun on an open patch of the garden, with your eyes closed, you let your mind drift. You didn’t think about all the assignments due by the end of the week, how you missed your family, how your powers were enough to make you a freak but not enough to do anything. Every other student at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters was amazing. Everyone had a special power or mutation that made them helpful, powerful…meaningful. And here you were, a simple telepath with weak electricity manipulation. You could barely guess the number someone was thinking when they asked you to nor could you barely get a spark going. Your powers were found out when a guy pushed you in a pool a year ago in your second year of college and the thrill jolted your powers, causing everyone in the pool to be electrocuted. They were okay but you weren’t–you’d never be the same after that moment. The juice wasn’t strong enough to hurt anyone badly, just enough to jounce them.

Being that you were a telepath, the head professor, Charles Xavier, took to training you. It was the most daunting task you’d ever faced. He was handsome, clever, incredibly gifted and intelligent, and you were somehow supposed to focus on your weak powers around him. Charles had discovered that your telepath powers came at a much younger age but you didn’t realize it. All this time you thought knowing the things you did were commonplace. You always knew what you were getting for Christmas or for your birthday or what really happened to that pet goldfish of yours. You thought you just had an uncanny ability to tell when people were lying, but the actuality of it was you could some how feel the truth in their thoughts.

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Dive - Derek Hale Imagine [PREVIEW]

A/N: my first Derek Hale Imagine ahh xD my favorite sour-wolf! ok, so as I was writing this, I realize that there’s a chance that this might not be a one-shot! no promises though! hahaha if that were to happen this might become the prologue! so let me know what you think and if you think it should be a multi-shot cause I actually like the request! I just don’t want to dive (hah, see what I did there? dive haha) into another multi-shot story before finishing BR and All of the Stars! so it might take me a while and if it was, it might be about five chapter tops! so please feedback on this one sii?? :D thanks dearies!

Anonymous said:Hi love! How are you? I was wondering if you could do a Teen Wolf imagine? The reader is Alpha of her own pack who came to Beacon Hills and she is well respected among everyone for her strength, bravery, skills, wisdom etc. She meets Derek and Scott (and everyone else) and helps them with the Alpha Pack. Along the way she and Derek fall in love and she becomes great friends with the others. Thank you so much, have a great day!❤😘

Disclaimer: I don’t own Teen Wolf :D


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Courage and Kindness: Part 2

PAIRING: au reader x Bucky Barnes 


WARNINGS: none! 

PART 2 yay!!! I’m so happy that so many of you are enjoying this very impromptu idea! I was so nervous posting Part 1, I have no idea why *shrugs* but any who, I’ve spent all day writing on this because my brain was very hyper active and I just couldn’t stop and I’m working tomorrow so I doubt I’ll be posting another part tomorrow SO TWO IN ONE DAY WILL HAVE TO COMPROMISE!!! 

Part 1   

Originally posted by place-of-torment

Time passed and pain turned to memory. In her heart, (Y/N) stayed the same. For she remembered her promise to her mother. Have courage, and be kind.

(Y/N) had grown into a beautiful woman, her radiances shone through not just in looks but in personality too. Her father loved her dearly as did the household staff; the death of her mother at such a young age made other wonder how it would effect the young girl. But you proved that light could prevail even in the darkest days. Natasha and Clint grew up by your side as well, Clint proved to be an exceptional hunter. Expertly skilled with a bow Clint had made a name for himself in the village as one of the best hunters the Kingdom had scene, although you didn’t approve much of the hunting of animals.

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… But better luck for us, as Charlie is the Noel Cowardesque Blake Ritson, the finest of period drama actors, fondly remembered for his most excellent turn as the Duke of Kent in Upstairs Downstairs. He plays the sneeringly polite upper-class bully with finesse. “Drink up, old girl.”

- The Guardian

musinshadw  asked:

Maneuvering Sora gently to the Captain’s birth, I gently lower her to sit & sink to my knees before her. “ Dear, lovely, maiden of the waves,” Kissing both her palms gently, “ May I show you the proper appreciation a wonderfully spirited and beautiful Lady such as you deserves?” As I slide both hands tenderly up your sides then around your back to embrace you loosely. " Be assured - I mean you no harm, Lady Sora!" I lean in slowly, " By your leave, may I claim a kiss?" P3

Sora obliged, perching herself upon the the birth. Finally from deep from within the mermaid broken heart a small smile cracked.  “You may, oh charming one. How sweet and charming you are, you could make the sun appear on the stormiest of days.” she replied, sweetly. 

Everyone has such beautiful headcanons or AUs for people like “I bet Akaashi plays the violin” and “Suga would totally be loving and gentle with children.”

But all my headcanons are along the lines of, “Hinata smells like straight up nasty sweat 24/7” and “Suga CANNOT handle children whatsoever,” and of course “Akaashi is a total glutton who eats with HORRIBLE etiquette.”

I just really enjoy making these boys more awkward than they already are I guess…


GOD, WOMEN: You’re not smiling enough! You look nasty! You won’t smile back at this guy in town! You’re wearing makeup! You obviously WANT him to stare! If you don’t, what are you wearing those nice clothes and that makeup for, then? Make up your minds!

she loves him...

A/N: So, I was supposed to be working on Chapter 2 of 7 Minutes, but somehow ended up writing an extended missing make-out session on Emma’s bed from last night’s episode. So, yeah…here’s some fluff.

She loves him. The look in her eyes when he died, the desperation in her voice as she tore into the loft in search of him, the light behind her eyes as she launched herself into his arms, and the giggles, oh…they are a dead giveaway. Her confession of thanks, while not what he expected (or dare dreamed) to hear, merely a placeholder for what he knows she wanted to say, content in waiting until the time will be right. But now, with her forehead pressed against his, knees pressed tightly against his waist, all he can think of is how much he wants, no, needs to kiss her.

His fingers still tingling somewhat from her fierce grip as she held him against the bed, he runs his hand along the length of her thigh until he finds her waist under the leather, pulling her closer as he angles his head to slant his lips over hers. Her response is immediate, her hand on his neck gripping tightly as she anchors herself, her hips sliding forward to rut against him in such a way that he begins to feel much like the deckhand version of himself, completely in awe and absolute putty in the hands of this woman.

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Requested by anon.

gif credit: not mine.

Actual Request:  “I was wondering if you could do a Imagine where the reader is a Hunter and Klaus is number one on the readers list but everytime they met and fight he flirts with her?”

“You get a little bit breathless, don’t you?” You ask him. “I think you’re getting old, Klaus.”

He smiles at you even if he’s in pain. You shot him with a wolfsbane bullet.

“Don’t worry, love. Unlike you, getting older makes me stronger I’ll be up in a second.”

“Then you’ll like what’s next.”

Bang. You shot him with a silver bullet.

“I heard you embraced your wolf side.” you say. “How’s that happened.”

“With a help of a lovely girl, actually.” he says. “But she’s not as beautiful as you are, love.”

He really gets up in a minute and pins you to the wall. Ouch.

“That hurt, bastard.” you say and kick him. When you get rid of him, you take a bunch of vervain and smash it on his face. As he roars with pain, you prepare a stake on your gun.

“How old are you now, Y/N?” he asks. “It’s been awhile since our last little chat.”

Italy. Five years ago. You almost got him but he ran away as usual.

“My bad.” you say. “I was busy at the moment.”

“Yes, killing me.” Klaus says and pulls the stake out of his chest. “But I’d like to get to know you, you know, without the stakes and every little gun you have. Actually, I can kill you in a second.”

“You wish.” you say. “I have a witch protection on me and a little cheater you may recognize.”

You show him the Gilbert ring.

“How did you-”

“Not your business.” you say. “You know what? Maybe I should meet with your brother. He was really willing to kill you once.”

“Well, things changed, sweetheart.” he says and smirks. “But really, how old are you?”

“25 or so.” you say. “Are you jealous?” Another vervain plus wolfsbane bullet. As he falls down, he takes the bullet out and gets up.

“So you’re not minor, can I offer you a drink? Unless you don’t have a white oak stake. I could give you mine… Oh, right, I destroyed it.”

You don’t want him to see your desperate mood so you smile.

“Nature has a bad habit such as growing trees.” you say. “Did you know that?”

His face gives his anger away and he pins you to the wall again.

“Where. Is. It.” he asks. You just laugh at him and spit. There is vervain in your system so his face burns.

“And yes,” you say. “I’d tell you even if I knew.”

“So empty threads.” he laughs. “It doesn’t suit you, love, you seem more reliable. Coffee?”


“Scotch, then?” and he throws a glass bottle on you. You run from it too easily.

“Oh how charming.” you say. “Stop flirting already, would you?”

“But where’s the fun then, love? I like our little chats once in a decade.”

“I’ll come early next time.” you say sarcastically. He rolls his eyes.

“You may stop leaving, too.” he says. “Maybe we work together.”

“I don’t make deals with vampires.” you say. “Thanks for the kindness, next time I’ll bring you gift from the mother nature, Mikaelson.”

“Don’t be late or I’ll be worried.”

TITLE OF STORY: What’s Yours is Mine
AUTHOR: teacuphiddlesfics & cheers-mrhiddleston
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Twin AU - Jag!Tom & Exec!Tom
GENRE: Angst/Drama
FIC SUMMARY: Meet Thomas and William Hiddleston, inseparable identical twin brothers and heirs to the phenomenally successful Hiddleston Corporations. That is, until Thomas was cut off from his family for his drug usage in university, leaving William to run the company alone. But now, their family is in shambles; a sick mum and a wash-out dad has led the fortune to run dry and the company into deep debt. With no other options, William has only one person to turn to for help: the most successful drug lord in England: his own twin, Thomas.
WARNINGS: explicit language, violence, sexual content
AUTHOR NOTE: This is a collaboration between myself and cheers-mrhiddleston and we’ll be alternating writing the chapters, so make sure you’re following Madison if you aren’t already. Also check out more about the twins here

Amanda rushed to her desk, quickly storing her bag in a drawer and checking the phone. The glaring red flash made her swear under her breath as she grabbed the phone and checked through the messages. Shit, she was late and behind. Never in all her time working for William had she been a single second late. Usually she was early, even coming back from lunch. Especially lately, when everything seemed to be falling apart for her poor boss. He needed something - someone - stable to rely on. And damn it, she was letting him down.

“Have a good lunch?”

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Killian and Charming fighting Regina’s guards to protect Emma (requested by anonymous)