the look on his face on the last gif though

Can we just talk about this moment? He has no idea that Belle said she loved him back. He died before hand.

•This expression on his face says everything. He turns around and looks at Belle as if he truly can’t believe the meaning behind it all.

• “I’m human? But that means….” he whips around and sees Belle standing there. He lets out a breath of relief. Everything he has ever hoped for since she got there has fallen into place. The spell is broken, she loves him, his castle has been saved.

• But just look at this precious cinnamon roll. Look at that FACE. That expression crushes me every time. He looks as though he’s about ready to cry. But following this part, he’s cautious. He lets Belle lead. He’s afraid he’ll scare her somehow. That perhaps his human form is more frightening than the Beast. He knows his character as a human to be despicable, arrogant, hateful, and conceited. That’s the last thing he wants Belle to see. But she sees into his heart. She knows. She knows how loving, caring, kind, and compassionate he’s become. And now so does he.

• That hair tho. It’s so soft JUST LET ME TOUCH IT.

•And those EYES. Hngggg.

Where in the hell was it? You knew it had to be in the bedroom somewhere… Harry was terrible at hiding things, so finding the CD of his debut album couldn’t have been that hard. You were wrong. Because here you were, about an hour and a half into the search, and all you had found was a loose button and some change. 

“Come on!” You whispered to yourself after checking the bedside drawers for the tenth time in a row. You had basically turned the entire bedroom upside down trying to find the CD, and at this point, your back was aching and you were ready to sit down and take a break. Of course, you couldn’t really take a break because this was one of those moments where Harry had gone out, so you had the entire house to yourself. “Okay, let’s do this again.” You huffed, arching your back slightly and wincing as it cracked. 

“Looking for your dignity again?” You jolted, hitting your head against the wooden base of the bed when you heard Harry’s voice by the door. 

“Haha, very funny. I’m actually looking for-” Wait. You couldn’t tell Harry you were looking for his CD. You had been begging to hear it for the longest time, and each time Harry would shoot you down and then send you off with a little kiss. After getting rejected for about the hundredth time, you decided to take matters into your own hands: You’d have to find the CD yourself, listen to all the songs while he was gone, and then slip it back into its hiding place. But for now, you obviously couldn’t do anything with Harry back home. “For my… Reading glasses?” You were a terrible liar, but it was worth a shot. 

“You mean the ones on your head?” Harry raised an eyebrow, pointing to the top of your head with a small smile. 

“Oh, there they are!” You scoffed, slapping yourself on your forehead gently. “Silly me! Well, now that I found my glasses, I can go back to reading.” 

“You sure you were only looking for your glasses?” 

“Of course!” 

“Where’s the book?” 


“I didn’t see anything downstairs.” 

“Then you must need glasses as well.” 

“What book are you reading?” 

“Harry Potter.” 

“Which one?” 

“The… 2nd one.” 

“Ah, the 2nd one. Interesting.” Harry hummed, stalling for a moment before he was suddenly zipping out of the room and back downstairs. You didn’t understand what the rush was until you realized: There was no Harry Potter book downstairs and Harry was about to find that out in a second. 

“I totally just played myself.” You muttered quietly, hearing the thud of Harry’s footsteps as he rushed back upstairs. A sheepish smile embraced your features when Harry popped in once again. 

“There’s no book.” He breathed out, raising a finger and pointing at you accusatorily. “Don’ play games with me, love. What are you really looking for?”

“Ooh, fine! I was looking for your stupid CD, alright? I thought it’d be easy to find it considering how shitty you are at hiding things.” For your birthday last year, Harry hid your present underneath his pillow. Under his pillow.  

“I already said you were gonna have to wait until May 12th jus’ like everyone else!” Harry grinned at your pouty expression. Usually, that face only came out when you really, really wanted something. 

“Harry, please!” You whined, flopping down on the bed and grabbing one of the pillows to hug. 

“It’s not happening! I love you, but it’s not happening. Nice try, though!” Harry said through giggles, walking over to look down at you. “You know what’s funny?” 


“I was going to let you listen to Kiwi because I love you tha’ much, but you called my CD stupid and my hiding skills shitty. So I change my mind.” 

You really did play yourself. 


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Monthly Troubles

(requested by anon)

Kai Parker x Reader
word count : 1 963
warning : slight smut
summary : Reader is on her period and Kai is trying to be cute which only ends up annoying her but she is too shy to tell him whats happening , but he figures it out on his own.
* gif by christopherwooddaily

Y/N woke up with cramps in her stomach. Instinctively she curled into a ball on her bed pulling the sheets and covers with her, her hands holding onto her stomach. Those days of the month were the worst , not all times but most of them. Usually she’d stay home curled up the same way on her bed or the couch , wait it out  until the pain went away. This time however was different because her boyfriend Kai Parker was in the next room. She could hear the clattering of dishes and pans from the kitchen as he was making breakfast. Kai was the best , always loving and caring towards her… Today tho she didn’t want him around. Those days of the month also included crankiness and last thing she wanted was to get him upset with her but Y/N didn’t know how to tell him she was on her period. She was too shy to do so.
Another cramp followed and Y/N curled into a tighter ball , closing her eyes wincing at the pain. Being human is awesome , but on days like that she wanted to just stop being one for a few days.
A few moments later Kai walked into her bedroom with a food tray with pancakes , bacon , orange juice , coffee and a small vase with a flower in it.  He left the tray on the far end of the bed and leaned in towards her from behind , kissing her neck gently while wrapping his arm around her.
“Morning princess.” he said smiling , making her roll to her other side until she faced him. Kai pressed his lips against hers kissing her briefly. “How did you sleep ? Hope I didn’t wake you earlier…”
Kai was looking at her with his smoky blue eyes which always made her heart flutter , her knees weak and sent butterflies in her stomach. He was waiting for her to smile back at him like always and attack him with a long good morning kiss as usual. He always kissed her briefly , enough to start a fire in her and make her want more. Instead Y/N just stared at him without saying a word, closing her eyes for a few seconds trying hard not to let the pain show on her face as another cramp followed. Kai tucked in a strand of hair behind her ear , tapping her nose.
“Where is the smile?” he teased. “Smile or I will tickle  you until you do.”
Y/N kept starring at him , wishing he’d just stop being so cute all the time. On any other morning by this point she would’ve smiled widely , snuggled closer to him as he fed her as he always demanded. A deep sigh escaped her lips and she pulled the covers over her head to hide her face from him.  It wasn’t his fault she was in pain and not in a mood at all. Y/N felt his hands trying tickle her through the sheets , hoping to get her to smile.
“I woke you up , didn’t I ?” he said with a hint of a smile in his voice. “Sorry about that. I’ll make it up to you , promise.”
“It’s not that.” she mumbled.
“She speaks.” said Kai poking her in the stomach. “What is it sweetheart ? Tell me. You know there isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for my girl. I would cross the oceans , walk through fire … Tho the last one would be painful and would probably kill me but I’d still do it for you.” he said, poking her stomach again.
Suddenly Y/N pulled over the covers from her head , her hair a complete mess from it. Kai was being annoyingly cute with his smile not leaving his face , poking her every few minutes in an attempt to get her to smile.
“You look so cute with your hair all messed up.” he teased. “Though I like it better when I am the one to mess it up like that.”
Y/N shot him a warning glare. Kai couldn’t understand what was happening , what he had done to get her this upset with him. He thought back but couldn’t come up with anything that could make her act like this. Everything had been fine the night before. They had cuddled and she had fallen asleep in his arms while he had been  stroking her hair gently. Y/N seemed on edge , she placed her hand on her forehead starring at the ceiling. Just as he was about to ask again she curled up into a ball again , a low pain filled groan leaving her lips.
“Are you okay ?” he asked concerned. “Whats wrong ?”
“I’m f-fine just … stuff.” she mumbled , wincing in pain again. Her entire body felt tense , every muscle hurt and she felt as if someone was trying to yank her stomach out of her body. Kai tried to touch her but she pulled away.
“Come on princess , you know you can tell me anything.”
Clearly something was wrong and he didn’t understand why Y/N wouldn’t just tell him like she usually would. Then he thought back to the last time she had been acting that weird around him … a month ago , and then the previous month too. How hadn’t he figured it out earlier ?
“Oh.” he whispered. “I’ll be right back.”
Kai got off the bed , moving the food tray to her desk a few meters away and walked out of the room. Y/N stared after him , slowly sitting on the bed and sighed. She wished she wasn’t that shy and would just tell him. Seeing him like this - thinking he is the one who had done something… thought she already suspected he knew. Kai went back to the kitchen , boiling water for tea. While he waited , Kai searched through the kitchen cabinets looking for her favourite dark chocolate with whole nuts. It always seemed to cheer her up and make her feel better whenever something was wrong. A few moments later the water was ready and he made her camomile tea to help with the pains and headed back towards the bedroom only to find her hiding under the covers again. He sighed , leaving the cup with tea and the chocolate on her nightstand before gently pulling the covers away and sneaking them with her.
“Come here.” said Kai as she snuggled closer to him. “Why didn’t you tell me ?”
“Cuz its embarrassing…” she whispered. “Wait … did you sme-”
“No. I just made the connection between today and the last couple of times you were upset with me without apparent reason.” said Kai softly kissing her forehead and placing his hand on her stomach rubbing it gently. “It’s not embarrassing , its… girl stuff.” he laughed awkwardly. “I am going to take care of you until its over.”
“Thank you.”
“Always sweetheart.” he said reaching for the chocolate. “Hey do you want some ? I know you love this one …it has whole hazelnuts in it.” he teased , breaking a piece of the chocolate bar. “And almonds too..”
Y/N opened her mouth waiting for him to feed her as usual and Kai smiled.
“I made you tea too to help with the cramps.” he said softly. “Though I think this will help you a lot more.” Kai rubbed her stomach  gently clockwise and then counter clockwise over and over , kissing her forehead from time to time.
“Can we stay all day together like this ?” she asked softly , with a hint of smile in her voice.
“Anything you want princess.”
Kai had been right - him rubbing her stomach had helped a lot more than the tea and a part of her wondered if he had used magic or something to dull the pain. By the end of the day her mood had improved a lot. Kai was so nice to her , carrying her around the house just in case it causes any more cramps. They spent most of the afternoon on the couch watching Tom and Jerry as a distraction. The few times her stomach started to hurt again , Kai would pull her closer to him and rub her stomach again while talking and talking about everything just to distract her.
Later on they sat in the kitchen having dinner together , Kai holding her hand on the table his thumb rubbing circles on her hand when suddenly Y/N stood up from her chair.
“Where are you going ?” he asked starting to get up only to have her push him back on the chair , sitting on his lap and his hands instantly found their way on her waist. She hooked her hands around his neck looking into his eyes for a long moment. Kai tried to say something but she shushed him with a kiss. “You must feel better.” he smiled pulling her closer to him.
Y/N swung her hand over her head , pulling her hair to the side.
“I do actually. Thanks to my blue eyed handsome hero in shining armour.” she said smiling a second before kissing him again. Kai’s hands slid up her back towards her head pushing her lips closer to him. She tug on his lower lip at the end of the kiss , smiling widely at him afterwards. He couldn’t tear his eyes off her - her smile , her eyes , the way she slightly tilted her head when she wanted something. Kai could see Y/N’s eyes darting between his eyes and his lips. A split second later Kai’s lips crashed against hers , drowning her in a demanding kiss. Her hips swayed on his crotch as she moved closer to him. He could feel his pants getting tighter around him with her every move. Kai’s lips left kisses all the way her jaw line towards her neck , kissing every inch. Y/N arched her back towards the table a little as Kai’s hands slid under her shirt cupping her breasts. Her eyes were gazing into his , seeing how they had turned a darker shade of blue.
“It’s a little hot in here isn’t it?” she asked with a mischievous spark in her eyes , pulling her shirt over her head.
“Y/N… we shouldn’t … not when you ar-”
“Shhh..” her lips pressed against his at the same time her hands gripped on his shirt pulling it over his head. For a second they gazed longingly into each other’s eyes before they lips crashed against each other. Y/N tilted her head giving Kai full access to her neck to bite , kiss , do whatever he wanted. He kissed her neck leaving wet sloppy kisses all over.
“You are driving me crazy …” he whispered in her ear , biting on her earlobe.
Y/N ran her fingers through her hair , feeling Kai’s lips leaving soft kisses on their way to her chest. He looked up with his brilliantly blue eyes that always made her weak as he pressed the flat of his tongue onto her left breasts , swirling his tongue around her nipple. Meanwhile his hand massaged the other , listening to the soft moans tumbling off her lips.
“MMmmm that feels so good.” she whispered.
Kai trailed his way back to her neck leaving kisses all over , his hands holding her steady as he sucked on a spot and then another and another marking her as his. Y/N’s head was spinning , feeling his lips on her body , his tongue drawing circles across the sore spots. Only he could make her feel this way - like her body was on fire , just with one touch. He brushed his fingers against her cheek rubbing his nose lightly against hers.
“I love you.” he said, lovingly gazing into her eyes.
“I love you more.” replied Y/N , kissing him briefly.
“I love you most.“ 

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Title: Let’s Stargaze

@chunex/anonymous requested: Love your fics girl ! You are an amazing writer please can you make a fic where Jason Crouse and his girlfriend have a baby boy ?! Fluffy and smut please ! 💖💖

Character(s): Jason and Reader
Summary: After a long day at work, you decide to cook dinner for Jason and your son, Luke, while the two stargaze out in the backyard.
Word Count: 3,758
Warning: Smut and fluff! 
Author’s Note: I decided to combine both requests since they were extremely similar! I have a soft spot for Jason and if you add in a child into it, well, my heart just melts into a puddle lol. Also, excuse my attempt at trying to incorporate dialogue for a three year-old boy haha. Anyway, to the anon and also to @chunex, I hope you enjoy this! I had so much fun writing it! :-)

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Summary: Imagine Sherlock breaking up with because he doesn’t want you to get hurt due to him, but something goes wrong and he is forced to track you down again

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |

Requested by: Anon
Made by: PJ
A/N: This is 6 months after parts 1-4, there will be flashbacks scattered throughout the next few parts if you guys want me to continue the story.
Words: 700

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IMAGINE: Being a college intern at the GCPD and Edward Nygma being your mentor. However, a relationship that was supposed to be strictly professional soon develops into something romantic.

WARNING: Slight smut, and slightly dominate Ed
You’re organizing files in the archive when suddenly you hear the door open. You look up to see your mentor, and crush, Edward Nygma walking into the room.

“Hello Mr. Nygma.” You say trying not to blush. You duck your head back under the shelf and continue working.

“Hello Y/N.” Edward says as he walks to you. His walk was almost predatorial. He was the cat and you were the mouse waiting for the deadly attack.

There was no denying the attraction between the two of you. You were 22, in your last year of college. Never had you ever felt such yearning for someone.

Edward reached an arm around your waist and pulled you to him. He then spun you around so that you were facing him. “You look good today.” Edward said before bringing his lips down to your neck.

You jumped back slightly, surprised by the shy man’s sudden confidence. There wasn’t much of anywhere to run to though, Edward had you pinned to the wall.

“Mr. Nygma what are you-” He cut you off with a nibble on your ear.

“Fuck. I love it when you call me Mr. Nygma.” He moaned out.

Edward continued to kiss you, soon bringing his lips up to meet yours. With one hand, he had your wrist pinned above your hand. With the other, Edward was roughly running his hand on the delicate skin under your shirt. He reached his hand behind your back and began to unclasp your bra.

“What gotten into you Mr. Nygma?” You asked between moans. “We could get caught.”

“Well that’s part of the thrill isn’t it?” He asked you. You groaned in reply and he continued to take off your bra.

Just as the silky fabric was about to fall to the ground, there was a knock on the file room door.

“Y/N are you in there?” Lee’s voice rang out. You sighed in annoyance.

“Yeah I’ll be right out.”

Edward helped you to pull your bra back into place. You tuned to him and pulled his lips to yours once more. You bit down onto his bottom lip.

“I’ll see you later Mr. Nygma.” You said with a wink.

The Secret Life of Murphy MacManus - Part 2

Summery~ Murphy MacManus notices you at the bar of McGinty’s and promises himself that he will look after you when he sees a man taking your photo. Without telling you who he is, without telling Conner about you, Murphy goes on to live two completely different lives–that is until they have to merge in order to save you.

  • Fandom; Boondock Saints
  • Murphy MacManus x Reader
  • 1129 Words
  • Warnings: It’s a Boondock Saints story, prepare for cursing and violence

Drift wood.

Your bed smells of drift wood and…beer. No, whiskey.

The sun shines through the window in your room, warming your naked leg as you lay on top of your blanket. It’s comfortable, relaxing. Add in the sound of the water running in the bathroom and you start to feel yourself drifting back into a deep sleep.

You sit up quickly, realizing that the shower was on in your bathroom. You can hear singing, low and rough. For a second, you’re paralyzed at the thought of someone in your shower—and then you remember Murphy. Sweet, little Murphy. You calm down and lay your head back in your pillow.

Murphy spent the night, wanting to make sure you would be okay during the night. Nothing happened, except a lot of holding. Murphy held you close all night long, combing your hair with his fingers. At some point, you asked him about the scars on his wrists which he replied with, “’Tis nothing, lass. Go to sleep.”

The shower stops and you hear some rustling as Murphy gets dressed. When he walks out, he’s wearing a shirt of yours that was far too big and you only kept to sleep in on cold nights. The long sleeves on you just hardly came to Murphy’s hands and when it looks like a dress on you, it fits him perfectly.

A little smile slips on your face as he walks over and links his fingers together, looking at you from under his eyelashes. “I have ta go.” He murmurs.

You sit up and criss-cross your legs. “This early?” You couldn’t mask the disappointment in your voice.

Murphy bits at his lower lip and nods his head, his eyes avoiding yours for the minute. “Aye. Me brother needs me.”

“Oh. I suppose you shouldn’t keep him waiting then.” You think Murphy wants to leave, maybe he had enough. Maybe his thing isn’t hooking up but it’s having a place to crash after drinking.

Murphy looks down at you, his fingers wiggling away as they stay linked. He picks up on your thoughts, it seems. “Can I come back tonight?”

His question takes you by surprise. “If-if you want to.”

“Take you out, maybe. On a date.” He offers.

Again, something you didn’t expect. The air around you changes and suddenly you can’t have enough of him, just like last night. “I think I can pencil you in.” You tease him and kiss his cheek.

Murphy’s eyebrows shoot up and he looks back at you, his whole face stiff and emotionless. Your eyes lock onto each other’s and it was like you knew what he was about to do, because you feel it, too.

He attacks you, crashing his lips against yours and causing you to fall backward, hitting your head against the pillow. His body crushes yours, though you don’t care. You love the feeling, wanting him closer if that were possible, and he tries.

He grabs your cheeks and his hair is tangled between your fingers as you two figure each other out. At first, he was rough, wet even. He wasn’t sure how to start, but he learns quickly and his tongue glides over your lip, asking for entry.

Denying him for fun, he grows impatient and grinds into you. You let out a moan in response and he smirks into the kiss, grinding into you a second time.

“Murphy…” You moan, giving him the confidence he needs. He runs his hands down your sides, stopping at your exposed thighs. You don’t remember when your pants came off last night, or if you were the one that took them off. All you know is that you were glad they were off. It felt much better as he grabbed at your skin, as if he knew you will bruise easy later.

His touch feels amazing. The way he holds onto you, clamps his fingers around your legs and pulls them over his waist. He grinds down again. His jeans rub against you, the fabric feeling nice, but not as nice as his skin would.

Murphy pulls back and ducks his head down, kissing on your chest and your neck, biting down here and there to try and make you moan again. You’re refusing to give him the satisfaction.

“Your brother…” You remind him as he kisses your collar bones. “I thought he needed you.”

In response, Murphy bucks his hips into yours, causing you to moan yet again. He smirks against your skin in triumph. Your fingers that were at work in his hair, give a tug, he growls.

“He does. T’at arse can wait.” He goes to kiss you.

You turn your head so he kisses your cheek instead, giggling a little as he groans in frustration. “Murphy, go see your brother. I’ll be here when you’re done and we can postpone the date.”

“Fuck.” Murphy whines and stands up. You can still see that he’s excited as he moves to adjust the zipper on his jeans. “You’re mine tonight.” Murphy insists.

“I’m yours now.” You sit up and playfully rub the front of his jeans. He throws his head back and a moan slips. “Have a good day.” After lifting his shirt and kissing his happy trail, you let him go,

“Oh, it’s gon’ be a fuckin’ long one.” He pecks your lips and grabs his coat, slipping it on as he walks to the door with a bit of a hard time. You snicker to yourself when he stops, hand on the handle, and takes a few deep breathes.

The door closes and it was like reality hit you all at once. The clock blinks 10am, meaning you were very, very late for work. Which didn’t matter now, you were already fired for not calling in. But the thing was, you didn’t mind. The night spent with Murphy was great, and this morning was even better. You couldn’t wait to find out how tonight’s date was going to go.

Title: Anyone But You, Pt 1

Author: mylittleACobsession

A/N: This is another one shot for @imakemyownblog who requested the following:

“Could I pretty please get a Jacob oneshot where the reader is a high-ranking member of the Blighters and one day they have to face down with each other, not realizing that they were childhood friends until the actual fight? To make it interesting, Jacob had a huge crush on them? XD Pretty please & thank you! <3”

Given the amount here that I want to play with, I’m actually breaking this one into multiple parts.

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Hope you feel better sweetie.  Sorry I fell asleep this morning quickly.  Been tired myself.

Word Count: 1965


You found yourself staring down at the paper, your mind desperately trying to formulate your next words.  You had been asked about your report 3 days prior but you just couldn’t bring yourself to even write the damn thing.  The case had been a hard one for everyone, including yourself, but it wasn’t something that should be this hard to even write a report for.  You never had a problem before, so what gives?

“Hey pretty lady,” Morgan caught your attention, making you look up.  “You coming with us tonight?”

“Tonight?” you felt your brows furrow before realization dawned on you.  You had promised Garcia that you would go with everyone tonight for a drink.  It was rare for you to even go out at all but you made the promise irregardless, not wanting to upset her.

“Damn it,” you hissed, throwing your pen down on your desk.  You had promised Hotch to have the report in by tomorrow.  He had been particularly hard on you about it, wanting the report as soon as possible.  It was only when you failed to turn it in yesterday did he give you the deadline.  You didn’t like writing under pressure and usually it made it harder to write.  But he needed the report, so you didn’t want to fail him.

“Are you not coming?” Morgan asked, noticing your sudden tensed position.  You opened your mouth to reply, whether or not you denied or confirmed his statement still in the air, when another voice cut into the conversation.

“No.  Oh, no no no no, you are not skipping out on us,” Garcia walked by, placing files on your desk.  You gave her a pleading look in hopes she would understand.  Garcia was the one who wanted you to go and forced you to promise her that you would.  Unfortunately, she didn’t accept your pleading gaze.

“No.  You promised you would go.  You never leave your apartment.  You are coming tonight even if I have to drag you kicking and screaming in your underwear,” she smirked.  You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Penelope,” you retorted.  She laughed before heading off back to her sanctuary, making it known loudly that you would be joining the team that night at the bar.  You sighed before looking at the paper again.

 Maybe a drink would help.

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Imagine face-timing the Doctor, Amy, and Rory, just to whine again about how the Doctor refused to take you on this round. Imagine actually having on your end what they needed at that exact moment to save the day, and afterwards the Doctor lectures you about trusting him, even though you knew he had no idea that was going to happen.

“What? What’s going on? Why didn’t you take me, old man?! I’m so bored!”
“*deadpan* Cinder?”
“Uhh I don’t know, why?”



Word count: 1563

Part 4

Seconds… minutes… who knows how long you stood in front of Kai’s place, not sure if you were ready to face him yet but then again, you felt confident and sure you could do it.
You knocked on his door and after a few seconds you faced Kai.

‘Oh hello’ he said with the biggest grin on his face. You smiled at him, but not for long. You placed your arm just a bit under his neck, pushing him, his back hitting the wall.

'Enough, Kai. What do you want from me? Huh? Magic? You have your own magic so I really don’t don’t know what you want from me. What’s your game?’ You asked, your arm still pressed tightly against his body, your eyes staring into his eyes, waiting for his answer.

'I.. I want to get to know you better.’

You just stared at him, without saying a word. What? Kai wanting to get to know you better? That was absolutely absurd and inconceivable. You didn’t believe him a word of what he just said and you made sure he knew that. You started laughing, moving your arm from his body and went deeper into the house, looking around and then turning around to look at him.

'You’re kidding, right?’

'No. I know I was a jerk but, you’re a really nice person and it was really stupid of me to.. treat you the way I did.’

'Then why did you hurt me in the first place?’ You trailed off and shot a glance at him, running your fingers through your hair, you and Kai sitting down on the couch.

'I didn’t want to but it was the only way to get what I wanted. I couldn’t do that to Bonnie because she’s made it clear she’d melt my face off if she saw me again. She didn’t though but I have a feeling she would’ve if I tried to hurt her again so..’

You laughed and looked down at your fingers.

'Yeah that sounds like Bonnie.’

'I needed a Bennett witch, actually Bennett blood and-’ you cut him off and looked at him in confussion.

'Wait, how did you know I’m a Bennett witch?’ You asked.

'It’s not hard to guess. I am really sorry and I hope you can forgive me. It would mean a lot if you gave me a second chance.’ Kai said, and looked at you, an apologetic expression covering his face and a small smile hiding under all of that. He sat closer to you, your knees touching.

'Ok, fine… but if you try something again, I will do what I said.’ He laughed and a smile started forming on your face. There was something good about him. He wasn’t all that crazy and a sociopathic douche everyone’s been talking about.

You spent an entire day at Kai’s place. It was fun, who would’ve known, right? You got to talk about everything and actually get to know him a little better. Playing games and fooling around with magic.

'So, would you rather stay a witch or be a vampire?’ Kai asked, throwing popcorns in the air and catching them with his mouth.

'Um, stay a witch. I love being a witch. It’s who I am. Being a vampire would be… I don’t know, different but I don’t want to be a vampire. Ever.’


'What?’ You asked and bumped Kai’s shoulder gently as you laid down and placed your head on Kai’s lap.

Kai shook his head, continuously watching you smile, laugh, even the way you ate popocorn was amusing to him. He smiled and suddenly bent down, his head just above yours. He tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear and caressed your cheek lightly.

He closed the space that was between you by pressing his lips lightly onto yours. It was a sweet kiss but didn’t last long. He broke the kiss and just looked at you, waiting for your reaction. You got up and sat on his lap, your legs on each side of his hips as you cupped his face and kissed him again, this time deepening the kiss. You couldn’t control yourself. What the hell were you doing? This guy tried to kill you, but even though these thoughts were going through your mind right now you didn’t manage to break the kiss and run from him as fast as you could, because any other person would’ve done that. But not you. After a few moments, those thoughts and everything around you disappeared.
But not for long. Those thoughts came back and you broke the kiss, getting up from Kai’s lap.

'I’m sorry, I-’

'Don’t.’ You trailed off, as you walked out of the house. You took a deep breath and started running back to your own place. You needed a quiet place, a place where your thoughts would be at peace. But on a half way home you stopped. Your breathing was shallow and heavy, heat rushing to your head so fast it made you a little bit dizzy. You bent down and placed your hands on your knees, catching your breath. After a few minutes you started running again but this time in a different direction. Salvatore’s house. At least you’ve felt safe there. You walked into the living room and sat on the couch when you heard Damon. And someone else.

'Oh, well if it isn’t Kai’s girl, huh?’ You looked to your left and there was Enzo standing with his arms crossed.

'I’m not Kai’s girl.’ You answered bitterly.

'Sure you are. Weren’t you to like, getting closer not long ago?’ He stated a question to which you simply didn’t know how to answer.

'Were you following me?’ You asked, as you got up and went closer to him.

'Oh just a little bit, love.’ Enzo answered, the biggest grin on his face. You wanted to slap him right then and there.


'Look, I had to do that. Enzo offered to watch out for you and I agreed. Nothing bad will happen if you have someone to-’

'Babysit me? Damon, I’m old enough to take care of myself and I could easily turn his blood into acid or kill him with one spell so I kinda think he’s the one who needs protection.’ You turned around and started walking towards the stairs when Enzo appeared in front of you, his hand on your neck.

'You’re too brave for such a little girl. Be careful what you’re saying, love.’ He trailed off as he let you go, watching what your next move will be.

'Motus’ you reached out your hand and said the spell, seeing Enzo flying across the room as he hit a wall. You turned around and in seconds disappeared from the room.

You walked into your bedroom, closing the door and started taking off your clothes so you could take a shower.


You screamed, looking to your left where you saw Kai standing with his hands in his pockets. You immediately smiled even though you hadn’t noticed, but it quickly disappeared.

'What are you doing here?’

'I came to see you.’ Kai whispered, walking closer to your small figure.

'Why? You don’t care about me.’

'I do. I want to protect you. I don’t know why because I’ve never felt that in my life, I also never experienced crying, that was interesting.’ He looked into the distance and went quiet for a moment as he shook his head and blinked a couple of times before his gaze met yours once again. He looked vulnerable, his eyes seemed completely different, something about his eyes was special. They had a special glow, his eye color intensified. You got lost in them for a split second and didn’t even realize that Kai was now standing really close to you, his tall figure towering over you. You looked at his lips, they looked soft and all you wanted to do was kiss him, but you knew it wasn’t a good idea. Somehow, in that moment, everything felt real. Kai reached out his hand and ran his fingers through your hair, tucking a small lock behind your ear. He didn’t take his eyes of you. He smiled for a brief second before leaning in and kissing you deeply. Your fingers playing with his hair, pulling on it gently. This time, the kiss was completely different. Even though you weren’t alone with Kai in this house, it surely felt that way. 

Just when you broke the kiss and looked at Kai, sharp pain suddenly traveled through your body. You looked at Kai and then collapsed on the floor, Kai seeing Enzo behind you, but he wasn’t fast enough to react because Enzo had already disappeared. Kai dropped to his knees, seeing blood pooling under your body. He took you in his arms and said something, but everything was muffled and your vision started going darker and darker with each second. The last thing you saw was Kai biting his wrist and bringing it closer to your mouth, warm red liquid dripping down your throat. You could’ve felt the wound on your back healing quickly and your vision getting clearer. But you had a strong feeling Enzo is now the one in danger because Kai’s revenge for what happened has yet to come.

Distance (C.H.)

Background: Calum is a professional football player, assistant captain to be exact, and goes away for three months for tournaments around Europe. However, you don’t get the chance to tell him some vital piece of information before he leaves and he’s in for a surprise when he gets back.

A/N: I will actually write this imagine in first person just to see how it goes. Also, THIS GIF IS NOT MINE.

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I hunched over the toilet once again as I emptied the contents of my stomach once more. I felt my hair being secured into a makeshift ponytail behind my head in one hand while another rubbed soothing circles onto my back.
“Babe, that’s the third time today that you’ve been sick. You were also sick a few times yesterday too. I think you should go to the doctors and get yourself checked out,” Calum told me worriedly.
I sat back onto my heels as I spit into the toilet. “Yeah, I’ll schedule an appointment for tomorrow,” I reassured him and stood up to go brush my teeth.
He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist as he nuzzled his face into my neck as I brushed my teeth. “I’m just worried about you, babe. You don’t get sick often.”
I spit the toothpaste out into the sink, rinsed my mouth, and dried myself off. I spin around in his arms and loop mine loosely around his neck. “You always worry, Calum, but it’s okay because that only means that you care. I feel fine, aside from the sickness. I’m sure it’s just some food poisoning from the food we ate yesterday.”
He still frowned at me. “Still get yourself checked out, okay?”
I rolled my eyes. “I will, Mr. Worrypants. I’ll try to get one around the same time as your meeting tomorrow.”
He nodded, satisfied with my answer. “Just to put my mind at ease.”

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“It feels like an out of body experience, having someone look at you with so much goddamn fondness in their face.”  

“You should not look at Jake and watch his face transform from anxiousness to something warm.”

- ‘You can only take what you can carry to the edge of the sea’ by @callmearcturus :D

Read the fic if you want hella incredibly well written dirk/jake interactions!! 

I did a moving thing!!!! Its my second ever gif xD I am 100% going to babble but Ill have it under a read more to spare the eyes of the uncurious haha

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Stakeouts With McGee

gif is not mine

Title: Stakeouts with McGee

Pairing: McGee x Reader

Word Count: 921

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this McGee fluff! I’m trying to even out my writing of NCIS and SPN.  I just seem to be currently more inspired by SPN, but no worries!  I will always write for both!

This stakeout was on its third day, and you were already tired of the small room you had spent your days in.  Sure, there was actual furniture in this place, but you hated stakeouts.  You groaned as you set down the headphones, “they aren’t saying anything.  What if they aren’t even there?”  You sat down in the chair next to McGee who was studying cameras that had been placed in the alleyways and hallways of the building.  The building across the street only had four floors, the one you were in was six stories high; luckily you were on the third floor.

“Well they haven’t left all day,” McGee yawned, resting his head in his hand.  “We saw them come in the building at noon, and it’s only 9 P.M..  They haven’t left since they arrived at noon.”

You checked your phone, sighing heavily, “Tony said him and Gibbs are going to go back to the crime scene to find that missing bullet.  So we’re stuck here all night.  Tony says he’ll bring us coffee in the morning.”  You set your phone down in anguish.

“Do you hate being in a room with me that much,” McGee asked, glaring at you.  

“How could you even say that, Tim,” you furrowed your eyebrows, glaring back at him.

“Well you and Tony always seem to have a fun time on stakeouts.  Last time we had a stakeout, you guys always left laughing,” McGee said, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

“Tim, that’s just because I pranked Tony last time.  He fell for the dyed lotion trick; it’s the only one he falls for anymore,” you paused with a grin.  “His hands were pink for at least three days.”

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It’s a bit longer than I normally go for, but there was no way for me to get around that unfortunately. It was tricky for me to write a “good guy” Loki because at the end of the day, he’s a little shit. Nonetheless, I gave it my best shot and you guys will let me know what you think as always. This request was made by @cosmichorse95. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt: I’m new to tumblr and your blog was one of the first things I found. I LOVE “Stolen”!!! If I may make a request, I would love to see what magic you could work in creating a story revolving around good-guy Loki, before he became the villian. Please!?

“The Very Newlyweds” (Part 1)

Loki patrolled the corridor with a torch in his hand. He was very rarely restless but tonight was apparently an exception. Thankfully, he knew that a stretch of the legs combined with a lifeless conversation might bore him to sleep.

Soon enough, he happened upon a guard, stood to attention outside of the library. With a click of his heels and a bow of his head, the guard acknowledged the prince’s arrival. If his obedience was anything to go on, this was exactly the kind of dull conversation Loki had hoped to find.

“My lord, you are awake late.”
“Depending on your perspective, I am awake early.”
“Has something disturbed you?” The guard asked. His eyes shifted to either end of the corridor as if fearful that an intruder may have been nearby.
“No.” Loki sighed. “I am simply restless. Though I imagine you think me ungrateful. You must find working in the eve terribly tiresome.”

The soldier smiled bashfully.
“It is nothing I did not expect when I accepted the position.”
“Spoken with poise and tact.” Loki smirked. “Pray tell me, why guard the library? Are there particularly dangerous books you wish to keep at bay? I admire your courage.” The soldier knew that Loki was mocking him but smiled nonetheless.
“I do not guard the books, my liege. I am supervising the person reading them.”

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one specific headcanon drives me nuts and I haven’t read it anywhere yet so I had to get it off my chest. hope you enjoy it and sorry if words are misplaced Im not a native speaker.

…after surviving the fall and being picked up by Chyioh and brought to an empty summer cottage where the two hide out, Hannibal and Will share a kiss the first night on the couch and it all gets too emotional and Hannibal cannot handle himself or this and he interrupts the situation, going to bed. The following days, the two of them dont speak of it, sleeping through the days, with occasional visits of Chyioh and only a few hours up each day were they eat and shower and Hannibal cleans their wounds. This goes on for several days and nights until one day, Hannibal unbottons Wills shirt and finds the stitches have pretty much healed. They speak about leaving for the first time and make plans..

The same day hours later, it is already dark, Hannibal enters Wills room who is already in bed and brings a strange feeling in, that reminds Will about the kiss on the couch and when he looks at the other man, he knows he’s not mistaken..
Hannibal cant have missed Wills expression nor the sudden tension and heat in the room, yet he sits down next to Will and demands Will to sit up so he can check his wound in the clean voice of a doctor. They both know, that he has checked it only hours ago and when Will sits and Hannibals hand reaches out to unbotton the first, the second botton on Wills shirt, there is a sudden rush of anger in Will as both Abigail and Molly flash back into his mind and he grabs Hannibals hand with a firm grip and forces him to look him straight in the eyes, whispering: ,Is it THAT what you wanted all along?!’ Hannibal, whoms breath was already heavier than usual before forgets to breath entirely. Even though Will knows the answer to his question he grabs Hannibals shirt and rips it open, destroying the fabric with a loud crackling sound, wrapping his hand into Hannibals hair on the back of his scull, pulling hard and pushing him into a rough, dark and not at all tender kiss, hissing, breathless and louder this time: ,So, THATS what you wanted so bad, right?! Why didnt you just ask for it or take it, like you take all other things!’ Hannibal looks hurt or excited or both, Will cant really tell and probably its all at once and he throws Hannibal onto the bed, moving himself on top of him fast, grabbing his throath and chocking him hard for what seems like an eternity though it probably just lasts several seconds.. and then leaning in for another violent kiss, as Hannibal is now really short of breath and gasps for air between Wills tongue in and Wills fingers on his throath.. both of their bodies a heated, twiching mixture of feelings and sensations too hard to describe and too big for any of them and when Will looks down into Hannibals eyes the older man looks like a punished, lost dog.. and inside this almost absurd expression on Hannibals face, Will spots the deepest longing and love in his eyes that he has ever seen and he is struck by it and touched so profoundly that he cant take it and rolls himself down, freeing Hannibal again..

Both breathing hard, unable to speak and unsure what to do with this feelings turn to each other and then there is silence. Their eyes search the others soul, sparking an unvoiced conversation on things never said and done. ,I didnt dare to believe.. that you could ever want this…’ Hannibal says breaking the silence.‘And love cannot be taken from someone the way life can..’ Will understands and nods and then he is drawn into Hannibals embrace and there is nothing left to say.

Pairing: Tate Langdon X Reader

Request:  Could you do a Tate imagine were he has a crush on you in high school but you two are complete opposites and he’s really shy around you.

A/N: Okay, so I love me some Tate, but… I’m used to writing the psycho Tate so this one gave me a bit of a challenge, but I finished it! (While at a doctor’s appointment where blood was shed, just to show you my determination and dedication lol) I hope you enjoy! Xx

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Word Count: 862

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AN: We are nearing the climax (and end) of this series, but I am not sure how I am exactly going to divide it out chapter wise, so for now I will just leave ??? as how many chapters it is out of. Thank you to all of you who have been reading this, it means a lot! *I do not own the gif, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxoxoxo :3

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight


“Civil War of the Gods” (Nine  / ???)


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