it gave me so many emotions

but that one line in the speech though: “And why is sometimes, when you try to make something good, it’s still met with hate? It’s not strange that people give up.” 

i feel like this was also directed at us. this is the impression we gave Julie bc there has been so so so much complaining throughout this whole season. she has created skam. this show that has made me feel so many emotions. this show that has taught me so many lessons. i am forever grateful.

War of Hearts

You guys.

I don’t know if you know, but the War of Hearts acoustic version dropped online, and oh my god. It’s Malec’s wedding song, and you can’t tell me otherwise. 

It’s the entire love story come full circle, from their first kiss to their wedding. I don’t know I might be full of shit but you guys have to listen to it it’s amazing and gave me so many emotions and UGH. It’s their wedding song. 

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“There they are… My parents… Henry and Elizabeth Winslow, in the flesh. I can’t describe the many emotions that bubbled up in me when we pulled into that old driveway. The old sights, sounds, and smells… The moment my parents hastened out the house to meet us, I couldn’t help but burst into tears! It’s been so long since I’ve seen them… So long that my mom gave up dyeing her hair and accepted the fact that she’s getting old, lol. I love them so much… I’m so glad to be back home…

Before the twins came home, I made sure to call my parents to tell them everything… They knew about the situation I was in, but not all the details. When I told them I needed a place to stay, they jumped at the opportunity and dropped everything just to prepare a place for us… In so little time too! I’m honestly so grateful for my parents… I’m not always the greatest daughter and can be selfish with my time, but they’re always so patient and love me anyway… They’re always there for me, even if they can’t physically be there all the time. I will forever appreciate and respect my parents for all they’ve done for me… I can only hope and pray that I can be as great as them.” ❤️ -Catherine

anonymous asked:

*Whispers* will we ever get a lost keith update?

alright my dudes, here’s the 4th and final part of lost keef :) 

(i really hope this format is ok… this is my first time mixing texts and actual fic-style writing so i hope it makes sense and flows ok!)

part 1!!  |   part 2!!   |   part 3!!

Lance’s phone toppled to the floor of the cockpit as he sprinted for the exit. Fiery adrenaline coursed through his veins and his heartbeat pounded in his ears - a steady thrum of “Keith, Keith, Keith”. He rounded corner after corner, firing his rifle blindly and taking out galra drones left and right before finally (and impatiently) arriving at his destination.

As his weapon fired one last blast into the lock, he swung open the door and was surprised to find Keith sitting unceremoniously in the middle of the room. Darkness surrounded him and he was tied down, but when his eyes met Lance’s, a handful of emotions flooded his expression; shock, fear, hope, dread, each one seamlessly right after the other.

“Lance!” Keith cried, the shackles on his wrists clanked as they stopped him from reaching out. “Oh god, please leave… Lotor will -”

Lance wordlessly stomped across the room and planted his feet on either side of Keith’s before protectively holding the red paladin’s face between his hands. Bruises painted the pale skin of Keith’s face and he flinched when Lance reached out to him. He looked so… different. Lance could’ve gone his whole life without seeing Keith look as frail and defenseless as he did then.

“Forget about him, alright? I’m getting you out of here.”

“Y-you found me…” Keith stuttered out, leaning carefully into Lance’s touch.

“Of course I did, Mullet.” Lance smirked before shifting forward and pressing a possessive kiss into Keith’s forehead, “I love you. I’m saving you.”

A small smile played across Keith’s lips and Lance’s heart fluttered at the thought of getting his teammate back to safety in the castle ship. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling back and brushing a gentle thumb across a pale cheekbone but just when he started to forget where they were and why, Keith’s dark eyes darted past Lance’s gaze and fear replaced all the positive emotions the blue paladin had managed to coax out.

“Say cheese,” The shutter of an iPhone camera clicked, accompanying a sickeningly smooth voice that Lance knew belonged to Lotor without even looking. He turned and stood instantly, trying his best to shield Keith’s body with his own.

Remembering that his helmet was still functional, Lance jumped at the opportunity to alert the others as to where they were (which in hindsight he should’ve done right away but he’d yell at himself for that later).

“Guys! I found Keith! We’re in the room past the –” Lance’s words jolted to an involuntary stop and his teeth rattled in his head at the unexpected impact. When had he fallen to the floor? It had all happened so fast. He spat out blood and looked up to see Lotor standing above him, fists drawn.

“You really think I’d let you finish that sentence?” Lotor laughed, smirking evilly down at the blue paladin. Lance hated making eye contact with him, especially when he’d finally had the privilege of seeing Keith again; he never wanted to look at anyone else. His eyes avoided his aggressor’s gaze and darted up to his teammate instead.

Keith’s face was contorted in pure fear - something Lance had never witnessed before and never wanted to again. This was Keith, for god’s sake. Strong, stubborn, fearless Keith; the red paladin, known for always charging into dangerous situations without a second thought because he was crazy and hotheaded and lacked foresight. The memory of that Keith filled Lance’s entire being and fueled him to push forward. 

He sprung off the ground with newfound determination and managed to pin the unsuspecting Lotor down on his back. Lance hovered above him, glaring angrily down at the galran prince. 

“It’s quite pathetic, really,” Lotor began with a smile before Lance could get out any of the furious words his mouth considered, “He was so passionate and tenacious when he first arrived… But I showed him your messages everyday and he lost determination rather quickly.”

Lance’s arms were busy holding the prince down, so the rage that consumed him had nowhere else to escape but through a powerful headbutt (that he regretted almost instantly). He saw stars.

“Lance!” Keith screamed, but Lotor was already up off the ground and stalking across the room in Keith’s direction. Keith tried his best to avoid looking at Lotor; he’d learned over the last few weeks that that was the best course of action when trying to avoid making the prince angry.

Lotor reached out a hand and gripped the red paladin’s throat roughly, cutting off Keith’s breathing as quickly as he could. Keith trained his eyes on Lance, hoping that if he didn’t make it, at least he’d die looking at the person he loved. The edges of his vision darkened and he stayed silent - he knew Lotor was saying something to him, but he ignored him and kept watching Lance.

He would be okay as long as he could see Lance, and in that moment he could.

He saw Lance sit up. He saw Lance reach for his blaster. He saw Lance aim and he saw Lotor fall to the ground. The last thing he saw before slipping into unconsciousness was Lance running to his side.

~

When Keith fell out of the healing pod, the first thing he saw was Lance. 

Lance caught him and smiled down at him with that sparkly smile he used to use exclusively on pretty girls while crooning things like “Hellooo gorgeous, the name’s Lance”  and snapping finger guns in their direction. Keith chuckled at the memory and smiled back, earning a bright red blush from Lance.

“Thank you, L-” But the blue paladin wasn’t nearly patient enough to let him finish. His lips found Keith’s and didn’t let go until they both gasped for air. 

When they pulled apart, the other members of their team had long since left the room to give them more privacy and the smile shared between them was equal parts unsteady and elated. 

“Thank you for saving me,” Lance whispered into the dark hair above Keith’s ear. The red paladin jumped back in reply and quirked a confused eyebrow in Lance’s direction.

“B-but… You saved me…?”

“You have no idea how many times I almost gave up… Or how close I was to believing the others when they insisted you must be dead, Keith. I couldn’t eat or sleep or… anything. When you texted me back, you saved me. You brought me back and gave me a reason to fight again… So, thank you.”

Keith forced out a small laugh to cover the emotion stuck in his throat; he threaded his fingers into the hair at the base of Lance’s neck and pulled him in for another kiss. He stopped just before their lips met and looked directly into Lance’s deep blue eyes with a genuine smile.

 “You’re welcome.”

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I was slow to walk, you know… the doctors, even Father, they told Mother I would be fine in my own time. It would happen one day. But “one day” wasn’t fast enough for her. She couldn’t be the queen with the crippled, slow son. Not after Coriane gave the kingdom a prince like Cal, always smiling and talking and laughing and perfect. She had my nurse discarded, blamed her for my shortcomings, and took it upon herself to make me stand.

I don’t remember it, but she told me the story so many times. She thought it showed how much she loved me.

So there is this girl here, and she is known in the muslim community as a black sheep bcs of the bad things she does. Everything thats haram, she is all in to it and doesnt hide it.

Anyway my mom warned me many times not to talk nor walk with her bcs she is afraid that people will see this and associate me with her (thats how moroccans are).

So today i was on my way to the mosque, i saw her after such a long time. And we talked about everything. At one point i started talking about the mosque and we started to talk about religion. She talked about it with so much passion but at the same time she said that she was such a terrible muslim, and she is even ashamed to visit the mosque even tho she wants it. I reminded her of the Rahma of Allah, and the fact that He is able to forgive His servants as long as they repent no matter how many times you make that same mistake over and over again.

She became emotional, suddenly she took some money out of her bag and gave it to me saying “give this to the mosque as sadaqah”.

We decided to chill some day when we both have the time for it.

All im thinking of right now is; why we as a community are so harsh towards those who need our love and support the most? As if they’re monsters? It makes me so mad.

And it made me realize that as long as you know what tawheed is and you believe in it… we should always keep on doing dawah to those who gave up on prayer, ramadan, and so many other things. As long as they are alive we have the chance to change their situation.

I think degrassi did such a good job at developing Maya’s character. I know people were upset that Maya didn’t seem to show/care about Cam’s suicide but she was affected much more than everyone else. It gave her extreme anxiety. Eventually, combined with the bus crash, it gave her severe depression that led her to do what she did. It cut so much deeper and was so much more realistic; instead of showing how a major event/disease impacted someone for like 2 episodes, which is usually what degrassi does, they showed how one single event impacted Maya for years. I think this is one of the most powerful things degrassi has done, and I really applaud Olivia for playing it so well.

Aye Captain? - Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester (Pirates of the Caribbean AU)

Title: Aye Captain?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader, Jack Sparrow x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: Reader, Sam and Dean get sent to the potc universe, because of a certain candy loving angel (aka Gabriel). And in order to get back to their own time they have to go on a adventure. BUT the reader has already been to the potc universe before, because before she met Sam and Dean she was in a similar situation like this so she knows captain jack sparrow. So when they are sent there she knows exactly what to do and the boys are shocked that she’s been a pirate before. But reader is all playfully smug and tries to teach the boys all she knows?

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Originally posted by hellrobby

“I am so going to kill him. And this time I will make sure he stays dead!” Dean growled as he took a look around him and didn’t see anything familiar but his brother and you.

“You know it’s not going to work anyway.” Sam huffed as he ran a hand through his hair but Dean gave him a hard glare.

“Not the point Sam.” Dean grumbled and with a roll of your eyes you huffed.

“Exactly. Not the point Dean.” you gave him a look “Gabriel obviously wants to have fun and mess around. We don’t have to focus on how to get him back for it but on how to get back to our place.”

“How are we going to get back exactly when we don’t even know where we are?!” he exclaimed, giving you a look of disbelief and you huffed, rolling your eyes.

“I’m going to ignore the fact that you this clueless and go look for something. Just stay here, I might have the solution.” you didn’t leave him any room for him to speak back as you disappeared through the crowd and Dean only blinked.

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mysticmessofcrap  asked:

This is just a thought but it would be a great oneshot or reaction or something. What if Jumin had to put down Elizabeth 3rd because she got sick (I cried when I thought about this I want to know how you feel about this)

This legit triggered me so much because I love my dog so much that I spent a week crying thinking about that one day I need to say goodbye…. well here we go T_T WARNING: This may be OOC because I know Jumin just sees Elizabeth as a cat after he puts his emotional stability on MC but whatever just enjoy (Jumin POV) (for my animal lovers please listen to this fucking song so we can die together ) * ill let y'all know when to play the song* 


Ugh. Each and every single day I recieve more and more paperwork. No matter how many hours I put into my job, I will always need more. I picked up the 649 page proposal that Assistant Kang left on my desk so I can look over it. I gave a deep sigh knowing I was going to be late going home again. Well there is nothing I can do. I must do what I can so I can support my family.

I was already on page 443 before I heard a knock on the door. I perked my head up “Who is it? Im busy. It better be important for it to demand my attention” I scowled.  The door slowly opened and Assistant Kang popped her head out. I motioned for her to come in “What is it Assistant Kang? Do I need to over look more papers? If so, just leave it on that chair” I sighed pointing at the chair with four piles of paperwork. She walked closer to me and cleared her through “Have you checked your phone Mr. Han? (Y/N) just called the office” she said with a bit of shakiness in her voice. I reached into my pocket to see that my phone was left on silent. I put the volume on high and I was shock to see I had 23 missed calls from (y/n), 12 missed called from Yoosung, and 3 missed calls from Saeyoung. Hmm. I was getting ready to go through my voice mail to see what the fuss was about before Assistant Kang interrupted my thoughts “Mr. Han you need to leave. Now.” she commanded. I gave her a puzzled look but then my wife barged into my office screaming. She panted and caught her breath “Jumin, Elizabeth is dying!” she shouted. My heart stopped and I got up and ran to my wife “What did you say!” I shouted back. My wife looked me into my eyes and I notice she had tear stains on her cheek. She grabbed my hand and dragged me outside to where Saeyoung was. She pushed me inside and Saeyoung drove to the speed of light to Yoosungs hospital. 

I ran helplessly through the hospital doors and went to the second floor. I noticed Yoosung outside of room 8 looking down at his clipboard. I ran to him and kneeled down in front of “What happened! I thought removing the tumor would guarantee Elizabeth 3rd life! What the fuck did you do! What did you do to my Elizabeth” I screeched while I shook his shoulders. He looked into my eyes and then pull me in for a hug “Im sorry Jumin okay I’m sorry! I warned you that with her age she might not make a full recovery. It’s even a miracle that she’s been alive for this long. She’s been bleeding internally and she doesn’t want to let go yet. She’s waiting for you Jumin. Im sorry… but its time..” he whimpered. I got up from the floor and started to pull on my hair trying to focus on a different pain “IM NOT READY FUCK IM NOT!! HOW CAN I SAY GOODBYE TO SOMEONE WHO SAVED ME HUH!! HOW CAN I LET HER DIE WHEN SHE HELPED ME LIVE!”I shouted while kicking a nearby trashcan. I couldn’t breath and I just fell on the floor screaming Elizabeths name. My wife and Saeyoung helped me back up to my feet and they gave me a drink of water. I breathed in heavily and then went to Yoosung to take me to Elizabeth. I told my wife and Saeyoung that I want to say goodbye by myself and they respected my wishes. 

I entered the little room and I heard painful meows coming from my sweet Elizabeth. It hurt like hell seeing her in agony. I am her owner and I will forever be her owner. I am the one that holds the power to ease her from pain. However, it meant that I must go through life without having Elizabeth 3rd greeting me at the door. I breathed in heavily and nodded at Yoosung so he can get everything ready. I signed my heart away and the assistants and Yoosung were gracious enough to give me one last time alone with her. I got the nearest chair and I sat down right by her side.  *play the song so we both can die*

I took her paw into my hand and I already felt my tears escaping my eyes “I knew this day would eventually come but I always hoped it would be many years from now. I remember the first time I settled you into my home. I was a bit distant with you because I didnt know how to take care of a cat. So I just bought you high end pet food and hoped for the best. You were really patient with me because it did took me a while to know how to properly raise you. Its funny to say but we sure did get into many fights but at the end of the day I couldn’t get mad at you. You were always there meowing happily when I got home. It felt nice having someone excited to see me. You know something my sweet Elizabeth, I really cherish the time we had together. I just wished I could of spent so many more hours with you. I wish I could repay you for everything that you have done for me. You gave me a feeling of having a home and you always listened to me when I rabbled on so many idiotic nonsense. You gave me a chance to learn to express my emotions. You were there when my own blood wasn’t. It just kills me that I need to say goodbye to you Elizabeth. You are my hardest goodbye because I know people see you as a cat, but I saw you as my child. You brought life to my dull life. It kills me seeing you in pain Elizabeth. You don’t deserve to leave this world like this but just know ill be here till your last breath. I know life will be hard without having someone to welcome me home but you can let go now Elizabeth. Im ready to do this on my own and I’m going to miss you so much. I love you so much Elizabeth. You can let go now” I whispered. I leaned down and kissed her paw gently. I got up and hugged her and I notice she raised her head gently and licked some of my tears away. She purred and she laid her back down. I continue holding her paw till I noticed she stopped breathing. More tears were falling down my face and it was so hard to breathe. 

Wait for me at the rainbow bridge Elizabeth 3rd. 

I’ll be there to find you soon. 

Have fun with V. 

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Too many emotions.
Jim has been my crush since I was a child and Treasure Planet is still one of my favourite movies, it gave me so much, I grew up with it.
Singing “I’m still here” on stage has been my dream for a while. I can’t wait to cosplay Jim at a convention again!

PH: Michele Ragnoli, Photo Hunters, Roberto Boni, Antonio fotoamatore

SO NARUHINA GOT SOME FLUFF SCENES IN BORUTO

CAN MY OTP JUST PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE GET SOME AS WELL? LIKE FOR KAMI’S SAKE - SASUSAKU DESERVES IT.

I’ve been dying to see a more intimate interaction besides the forehead poke.

I mean, another forehead poke would be fine, but shit - they can do other couple stuff than that! They’re married, jesus.

Like, Sakura leaning on Sasuke’s shoulder as they watch Sarada, and they look at each other (eye smex here) and Sakura just smiles giddily and Sasuke smirks with the slightest blush -

Or maybe, another intense eye smex followed, I repeat followed by Sasuke finally saying (and hearing him) “I’m home, Sakura” (and possibly a hint they’re gonna have some rough passionate night after god knows how much pent up sexual frustration Sasuke has yielded for being gone)

Or Sakura and Sarada at home, someone knocks on the door, but Sarada is too busy doing shits so Sakura opens it. BOOM Sasucakes in all his sexy daddy glory , Sakura blushes and we’ll hear the all familiar “Sasuke-kun” from her, like shit man, only Sakura knows how to speak Sasuke’s name like that with a sweet smile and Sasuke replies with I’m home, a small smile like the one from Gaiden after he left his wife and daughter or on EP500 when he looked back after Sakura read his one worded message, only this time Sakura will finally fucking see it, then Sarada comes saying ‘Papa!’ 

Or Sasuke placing his hand on his wife’s waist while you know, strolling around the streets of Konoha, their Uchiha crest proudly on display then Sarada greets them or just plainly Sasuke’s way of showing his affection for Sakura.

Or Sakura clinging to Sasuke’s arm as Naruto greets them on the street, (Sasucakes’ hand on her waist works perfectly fine here too!)

Naruto be like - “So you’re back huh?” grinning as he sees their close proximity
Sasuke - “Hn.” (insert smirk here and a blush i guess?)
Sakura is just all smiles because fuck, sexy husband is HOME GURL NO MORE LONELY NIGHTS!

Okay, maybe cling is too much but walking side by side BUT REALLY FUCKING CLOSE, ARMS TOUCHING AND ALL but come on, I’ve seen how Sasuke is more open to emotions in the last episodes, HE EVEN GAVE HER A PIGGY BACK RIDE IN THE LATEST NARUTO GAME SO YES, CLINGING IS VERY MUCH APPRECIATED AND NOT OOC AT ALL

UGH gawd. I’m so sorry but I just have to let this out. I have so many scenes in my head that can work in the Boruto anime should they finally include Sasuke and Sakura. I’m not a NaruHina hater, it’s just this triggered me. I’ve been dying to see another scene from these two! NH got a wedding goddamnit. I know kissing scenes are far from possible BUT there are so many fucking ways to portray a SasuSaku PDA other than the obvious ones!

IT’S ABOUT TIME THEY GET AS MUCH SCREEN TIME TOO CONSIDERING THEIR RELATIONSHIP IN THE NARUTO ANIME IS WAY MORE LEGIT THAN NARUHINA 

* edit: Reduced the ALL CAPS lels. Am sorry if it hurt your eyes but this was a spur of the moment rant.

Also - I know Sasuke hasn’t returned yet, this is me hoping SxS gets the same amount of fluff NxH has, and SP will hopefully animate some of the suggested scenes. *crosses fingers*

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we’re twenty one pilots and so are you. |-/

I asked anyone who wanted to answer what three colors you’d associate with josh and then with Tyler. After hearing, I took all the colors and turned them into this. I couldn’t be happier to share this with all of you, it’s a work that so many of you helped me with.

thank you @lilspoopytyjo, @duncare, @vulcanvampire, the two anons, and @joshssmile who gave me the colors to work with. thank you to the entire clique who have inspired me to turn my pain into painting and this one is for all of you.

stay alive. power to the local dreamer.

Rules for Dating Tony (Birthday Party)

Tony woke slowly, alone in his bed, because last night hadn’t been a date night with anyone.
He kind of enjoyed it, the few nights he got to sleep alone, because with everyone home now it didn’t happen very often.
So he took a long minute to stretch and scratch his hair and sprawl his legs out–
–and kicked somebody.

“What the hell?” He sat up and stared sleepily at the curled up form of Natasha, just red hair peeking over a stack of blankets. “Widow, what are you doing in my bed?”

“Like you don’t know Stark.” She mumbled and scooted closer against him.

“And you’re cuddling? You’re not a cuddler. Come on, your date night isn’t until Thursday, everybody else will get mad if we break the rules.”

“I’m not breaking any rules.” She yawned and sat up. “I just wanted to say happy birthday.” She leaned into him for a long, slow kiss, then pulled away to squeeze his hand. “I bought us ice cream but figured you didn’t want that in bed with you. Happy Birthday Tony. I can’t wait for tonight.” Then she climbed out of bed and he had just a split second to admire her legs in those tiny shorts before she slipped out the door.

Maybe it was a little unsettling that she had been able to sneak into his room and lay there for who knows how long with out him knowing just to kiss him good morning, but he grinned anyway because he loved it.

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Risks

Imagine: Y/N and Justin are best friends, until one night Y/N notices Justin has been acting different. Find out why;)

“What?” You say smiling, he was staring at you for a while now and you were beginning to feel a bit insecure.

He looks at you as he shakes his head smiling. “Nothing..” he simply says before returning his attention back to his plate of food.

You look at him confused letting out a chuckle before taking a bite of your pasta.

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An hour has passed as the two of you ate your dinner and talked. You and Justin walked out of the restaurant heading towards his car.

You found it bizarre how different this night felt. Throughout all the days you guys spent with eachother, this one stood out the most and you couldn’t pin your finger to the reason why it did.

Just as you were about to reach for the car door handle, Justin slips his arm past you and opens the door catching you by surprise. You quickly look at him confused, he doesn’t say anything but smiles.

Weird… you thought to yourself.

As you got into the car, you looked at him one last time before getting lost in your thoughts.

Throughout the whole night, you noticed Justin has been acting differently, there were times you caught him staring at you, or times where he would always brush his hand on your hand whenever the two of you walked side by side. You’ve always had feelings for Justin but he has never showed you how he felt until now. You weren’t sure if you were becoming obsessed or paranoid but you swore you were noticing some signs.

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AT Y/N’S APARTMENT

You and Justin still haven’t said a word since the ‘opening door’ thing occurred. You unlock your apartment door as the both of you walk in.

“Are you okay?” You say as you slipped your boots off.
“Hm?” He says as you watch him take off his jacket before throwing it on your couch.

Justin and you have been best friends for so long, that you treat each others homes as if they were your own. Sometimes you would even sleep the night or more at each others places, that’s how comfortable you two were with eachother.

“I said are you okay?” You say repeating yourself as you placed your coat in the closet.
“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” He says confused.

You walk towards him as you simply shake your head. “Nothing…” you say hesitantly but you couldn’t keep it inside. “Well actually to be completely honest, you’ve been acting differently these past few weeks…” you say. Justin looks at you surprised.

“Different? How?” He says still confused.

Was he actually trying to play the clueless game? you thought to yourself.

You cross your arms. “Seriously Justin? You don’t think I notice? The constant stares? Our hands brushing whenever you walk beside me?! The constant compliments? The drive homes? Us hanging out every single day?! ” you spat you until you were almost out of breath.

Justin looks at your hurt but he quickly looks away before you could notice, but it was too late for that you already did. “Ouch. Sounds like you don’t enjoy my company” he says jokingly.

You roll your eyes as you were beginning to become irritated. “Justin, can you be serious for one second? Of course I love your company, more than anyone else'sz I’m just saying the things you’ve been doing is as if you liked-” you suddenly stopped as your realized you were saying too much.

“As if I liked you?” He says slowly, causing your cheeks to blush.

“No that’s not what I meant.” You say quickly, you were completely embarrassed.

Justin takes a few steps closer to you as he places his hands in his pockets before chuckling. “I’m pretty sure you said what I thought you said. You think I like you just because of how I’ve been acting lately?”

Now that he was saying it out loud, it did make you sound a tad crazy, but you decided to defend yourself and try to make yourself appear less idiotic. “Yes? Have you not watched a single romance movie in your life?”

Justin chuckles, after a few seconds of silence he looks at you. “So if I did like you…what’s the big deal?” He says confused.

Your heart immediately stops, you didn’t want him to know about how you felt and that’s how it was going to be. “N-nothing” you says nervously.

“Tell me the truth.” He says looking into your eyes, he knew you were hiding something from him. That’s the one thing you hated about Justin, he could read you easily.

After a couple of seconds, you gave in. “Fine! I don’t want to sit here and wait for you to get my hopes up and lead me on just to find out that you don’t feel the same!” You yell almost in tears. You didn’t know why you were crying but there were so many emotions rushing through your head. “That’s why this is such a big deal to me..” you say quietly as you quickly wipe sways your tears. You felt like a complete idiot.

“You like me?” He says shocked as he takes another step closer to you. If he took 2 more steps your bodies would be almost touching.

He repeats it once more, you look at him. “Of course I like you! You’re not…hard to fall in love with.” You say quietly before looking down.

“Y/N…” he says before gently grabbing your hand. You look at your hands, before pulling them away. “Look before you reject me I just really hope this doesn’t affect what we already have…” you say truthfully as you were getting ready to leave.

“Y/n!” He yells, grabbing your arm causing you to spin around. “Just listen to me for a second…” he whispers, and your heart suddenly began to beat fast once you realized how close you guys were.

“You’re one of my best friends and I do not want to risk losing the friendship we already have,I’m sorry but I-i don’t like you like that…” he says and you felt as if someone took a knife and stabbed it right through your heart.

“Oh…okay yeah” you say pretending to be okay when in reality tears were streaming down your face. You were just about to turn away when…

“I’m in love with you…” he says, causing you to stop.
“W-what?” You say turning around, Justin walks towards you as he places his hands on your waist.

“I love you Y/N L/N” he says smiling before placing one of his hands on your cheek.
“You do?” You say still shocked.
He nods his head chuckling. “I do, been in love with you for a while now…”

Suddenly you playfully hit his chest. “Ow!” He says wincing, as he looks at you confused.
“Why the hell did it take you so long to tell me?!” You says angrily.

“I was afraid! I didn’t want to take the risk of losing y-”

You didn’t let him finish as you pull the collar of his shirt and kiss him. You smile as he kisses you back placing his hands on your lower back. You pull away after a couple of seconds, you look at him. “Still afraid?”

Justin shakes his head quickly causing you to giggle. “Fuck that, im risking this.” He says before pulling you in for one more kiss. You both pull away.
“I love you” he says causing you to smile wide.
“I love you too, I promise this will work out…” you say before taking him to your bedroom.

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My one and only beautiful~ Wonho [Angst/Fluff/Smut]

Group: Monsta X 
Member: Wonho
Type: Angst and Fluff/Smut 
Warnings! Trigger Warning! Anxiety, Trust Issues, Soft Wonho
Word Count: 2.542

Only because other’s have demons too, doesn’t mean yours become less important.


Dear Boyfriend, 
February was the first time we spoke and in March you had me falling completely head over heels for you. 
You are who gets my heart to skip a beat whenever you look at me with so much adoration like I’m the one holding your galaxy, who can make the clouds disappear on a rainy day by smiling at me so brightly. And in March, you completely stole my heart.
You are my safety place, the person I want to talk to every day and trust with my deepest secrets. But I want to apologize. Apologize for not being able to trust you yet but at the moment I don’t even trust myself. 
I’ve always had a hard time trusting people but I guess it became even harder after getting hurt so many times. 
Please have patience with me and make me realize that you’re different. That your heart will always just beat for me, no matter how pretty my friends may be. Because you already have my heart and it would be a shame if you gave it back to me broken one day because you’re sick of playing with it.

                                                                                ~ Yours for now and forever


The most frustrating thing about having anxiety is that you know that there’s no reason to be freaked out but you’re not able to shut the emotion down. You know with all your heart that it wasn’t a big deal and that you should just brush it off, but that’s where the anxiety disorder kicks in; suddenly the small thing is very big and it keeps growing in your head, flooding your chest and trying to escape from underneath your skin. And the worst part is that no one around you understands. Living with anxiety is like being followed by a voice. It knows all your insecurities and fears and uses them against you. It gets to the point when it’s the loudest voice in the room, the only one you can hear. When you have anxiety, you keep a lot of things to yourself because it’s difficult to find people who understand you. 


You were seated at the window, staring out into the night lights of Seoul, watching walk through the rainy streets and moving on in their busy lives. A stray tear escaped your eyes and you caught your lower lip between your teeth to conceal the emotions you claimed you don’t have.
He took a step closer, reaching out his hand and squeezing your shoulder, spinning you around to face him. You felt a tight pain in your chest, almost like someone’s squeezing you too hard; your heart is beating too fast. You were suddenly aware that you cannot breathe. Almost like, you were drowning. You focused on him and tried to get your darkest thoughts out of your mind. Your eyes locked with his in an instant and you felt your heart beginning to beat in a steady rhythm again by the comfort of his warm embrace.
               His eyes were the color of deep sienna with a mischievous glint that seemed to reflect the corners of his mouth, which were fighting a smile. They were every shade of brown you could imagine, a raw umber and caramel mix, dotted with bits of dark chocolate. They glow with humor and playfulness that gives you shivers and wraps you in a warm embrace at the same time.
You quickly turned your face away from him to not give him any hints to the sadness you’re feeling deep inside.
“I know why you’re here.” You stared out over the city to where it melted with the sky.


               “I don’t think you do.” he whispered gently, tugging a lose strain of her behind your ear before placing his hand on your cheek and gently pulling your face to look at him.
“It’s fine,” you said, giving him the best smile you could while being on the edge of breaking, “I get it. I made peace with it a long time ago. I was never the girl who was anybody’s first choice. No great love story will ever be written about me. So if you want to let this go, it’s okay. I won’t hold it against you.”

“Princess,” Wonho whispered, “You don’t get it. I’m not here to end things with you. I’m here to tell you that you are my beginning. And my end. Everything in between.” He laughed. “God, that sounded so fucking corny.”

Wonho sighed and grabbed your hand. “Listen, I know you have things to deal with. I’ve seen the way you look at yourself, heard the way you talk about yourself. You have some stuff to work out and that’s fine.  I’ll be here every step of the way. Because yeah, you know what? Maybe no great love story will ever be written about you, but we will have our love. And it’ll be our story. One that we can write together.”
As much as you tried to hold it in, the pain came out like an uproar from your throat in the form of a silent scream. Brick by brick your walls came tumbling down. You refused to look away again, even as your lips trembled and your shoulders heaved with emotion, unwilling to back down.
Your dark lashes brimmed heavy with tears. A lone tear traced down your cheek, and just like that, the floodgates opened.
Wonho pulled you back into his embrace, holding you tightly against his warm, muscular chest as he listened to your violent sobs. There was a time you swore that he would never see you like this; that your pain isn’t worth his worries. But by the way he was holding you so tightly, the way his hand ran through your hair as he summed sweet melodies into your ear to ease your thoughts, you couldn’t stop yourself, no matter how desperately you wanted to hide away from him.
You gently pushed his body back to look at him. You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding and focused on what you were about to say.

               “I’m so scared because you never shut up about how you love me, but my brother’s best friend couldn’t shut up either about how much he loved his girlfriend and now, two years later he finds himself looking at other girls in nightclubs. He’s getting tired of her eventually, and the saddest part is that she’s still into him.
For now you never let go of my hand when we’re in nightclubs and you don’t want to dance with anyone but me, but I am so scared that one day, two years from now, you’ll leave me alone in my seat and your eyes will imperceptibly scan the crowd in search of other prettier, funnier, skinnier girls. You’ll get tired of me eventually. One day you’ll look at me and realize that the light in my eyes has gone out and the saddest part is, that I’ll still be into you.”

You heard a gentle giggle escape Wonho and he reached out to wipe the remaining wetness of your cheeks, smiling at you so brightly that it lighted a fire inside of you.
               “Please let me know that I’m here for you in every single way you need me to be. I am your listening ear, your safe haven, the one you can count on when no one else is there for you. I am here and I will always be here, whenever you need me, for whatever you need me to be. You are not alone in this and you never will be again because your happiness is my priority.” he whispered and pulled up the sleeves of your sweaters, revealing your bruises to yourself.
               A smile tugged on the edge of your lips and you shook your head, his words wanting you to apologize for making him worry. He let his finger circle over your battle scars and locked eyes with you.
               “I know you’re thinking that your pain is unimportant to me,” he starts, his voice cracking as tears start to well up in his eyes, “but it hurts so much more to know that you believe that I wouldn’t fight this battle with you. Only because other’s have demons too, doesn’t mean yours become less important.”

A tear escaped his eyes and you quickly wiped it off, rubbing your cheek over his smooth skin. He leaned in closer and you held your breath, anxious about what was to happen.
His mouth was only a hairs-breadth away from yours and you squeezed your eyes shut, aching for the desire of love.
               “I love you.” he whispered, breathing against your lips before his crashed into yours in a heated kiss. Wonho kissed you and the world fell apart. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek as your breaths mingled. 


You ran your fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them and you could feel the beating of his heart against your chest.
He slowly pushed you backwards until your back came in contact with the wall behind you and steadied his body on each side of your face. The next thing you knew, he had slammed his lips to yours and nearly knocked all wind from your lungs.
You hardly had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of your lips, and at your grant of access, delved into your mouth. Your arms reached up and tangled around his thick, strong neck.
Unexpectedly, his hand drifted to your hip and pulled you in closer. You inhaled sharply and felt Wonho smile against your lips. His hand traveled up your body and slipped underneath your skirt, playing with your laced panties while never breaking the kiss. He ran his finger along your clothed clit to feel you and smirked at your wetness.

               “I love you so much princess.” he moaned into your mouth and walks you over to the couch, laying you down in front of him. He looked down at your innocent silhouette from above, appreciating the view. He steadied his body above yours and slowly trailed his hand up your thigh, watching your body react under the simplest touch. He tugged on the hem of your shirt and you pulled it off over your head, exposing your erected nipples to him.
A quiet chuckle escaped his lungs when he mustered your body, a seductive smirk playing on his lips as he lowered his lips to your breasts.
“No bra today?” he asks teasingly, licking around your freed nipple before biting down on it gently.
Your mouth formed silent O’s as a wave of pleasure runs through your body, making you give into his touch completely.

He released your nipple and flicked your other with his free hand. “I like when your naughty side is secretly showing.” he groaned and left kisses down your body. He rested his hand on your panties, rubbing it in rhythm with his kisses. His other hand quickly slides your drenched panties aside and eases a finger inside of you, making you squeeze your eyes shut.
           “Don’t hold in kitten…let them know how good I can make you feel.”
He eases his finger in and out of you as his mouth plays with your hardened nipple. You moaned under his touch, the desire in your stomach growing stronger by his fast movements.
His hand slid into the waistband of your black skirt and pulled them down, alongside your panties and threw them off to the side.  You hiss when you feel his cold breath on your aching core. He licks a stripe up your folds, collecting your juices on his tongue. He scissors your folds apart with his fingers and licks you gently. His thumb moves to your clit and starts messaging it in-synch with his kitten-like licks. He slowly slides a finger into you, slowly pushing it further into you. You moan out at the feeling and squeeze your eyes shut at the stimulation. 
He starts moving his finger into you faster and ankles it upwards to hit the right spot. Your moaning becomes more uneven and you buckle up your hips to add more friction but suddenly, he pulls out of you again, making you feel empty.

He leans over to your face and runs his fingers along your mouth, making you lick them clean. You suck his fingers into your mouth and clean them off your juices.
“God, you’re so beautiful, kitten.” He whispers, mustering your body closer, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
He pulled himself up and unbuckled his belt, biting down on his lower lip as his gaze met yours. He teasingly slow pulled down his pants and his hardened shaft sprung free. You gasped at the sight. Wonho positioned himself in front of your aching core and slides his dick along your folds, lubricating it with your natural juices.
He groans aloud, filling you slowly as he looks into your eyes. “God, I love you.”
Your face clenches at the naked emotion on his face. He leans forward, pushing me back as he aligns your bodies. He shoves his pants down his ankles, kicks off his shoes and wiggles his legs until his pants and boxers hit the floor. He rolls you to the side and onto your back. He never pulls out of you. Jungkook pushes the hair back from your face with tender fingers. He kisses you as he begins to move slowly between your thighs and you open wider for him. Wonho tilts your hips, cupping your bottom in his palm and goes deeper. Your breath rushes as he slides in and out of you in a steady rhythm, his skin hitting against yours. His head travels to your breast and he pays your nipple the same amount of attention as he did your lips.

You buckle up your hips and push into him, desperate for more friction. 
His breath hitches. He closes his eyes tightly, lips pressed together. 
The stomach in your knot tightened as you reached your climax, your walls clenching around him, your moans sounding like music to him. He pulled out of you and started moving his hand up his dick in a fast motion, throwing his head back in pleasure.
You breathed heavily, focused on him pumping himself. He leaned forward and grunted loudly as he came on you, spreading his semen on your stomach.
He collapsed on the couch behind you and pulled you into his embrace, breathing heavily against your skin.

You tried to erase the thought that was bound to ruin your relationship and turned your head towards him. “I never thought I would feel like this about anyone,” you whispered to his sleeping silhouette. You kissed his shoulder and pulled him in closer. In his arms you felt safe, immune to your baggage and your insecurities and your brokenness.

               “I love you.” you whispered, once again wishing that one day you’ll have the courage to say it out loud.


~Youngmi~ 

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Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Kai (Jongin)

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 4,416

Summary: You cannot appeal to my better nature, for I have none. I am not human, little one.”

You’ve always known you were different. You’re able to see them, after all, able to see the Others. You’ve also always ignored them. Until the day comes where you’re forced to make a choice - one that throws your world into chaos. And sends you down a path you might never return from.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

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Isaac Lahey Imagine- If I Die Young

Anon- Can you do an imagine where the reader is dating Isaac and like they love each other and when their fighting the Nogitsune she dies instead of Aiden and Instead of Isaac being there he would be inside the school with Lydia and the others. Then when Lydia runs outside Isaac runs too and then he sees the readers dead body and you can do the rest? Sorry this is long.

Author’s Note- Sorry if this didn’t turn out the way you wanted it, but I was trying to make it as sad as I could so I focused more on memories rather than the build up of the reader’s death. I also made it so both Allison and Aiden didn’t die. I hope you enjoy x

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The last day of your life, at seventeen. Death is unavoidable, but it came too soon for Y/F/N. Of course you knew your time was limited, like everyone else’s on earth and yet still it’s a shock when it happens to us and the people we hold close to our hearts. You never know what day could be your last and sometimes that never quite sinks in.

“I’m here to save my best friend” Allison said heroically, you’d always admire her for her strength. “Remember what we agreed?” Isaac asked sternly. “I’m not waiting in the car, I’m not sitting around doing nothing while two of my best friends are in there dying!” you exclaimed, forever feeling weak. “I promised to keep you safe, get in the car now!” he shouted. “You know what, fuck you Isaac!” you didn’t know where that anger came from, but you knew deep down he was doing the best he could to protect you. Regardless, you stormed back into the car and slammed the door shut, Isaac locking it behind you. He blew a kiss at you through the window, you rolled your eyes but pretended to catch it anyway with an involuntary smile on your face. They all then split off, some to find Lydia and Stiles, some to help fight off the Oni. You were sitting in the car for what seemed like hours, hearing the sound of growls and swords. That’s when you saw Ethan, Aiden and Derek walking towards Void Stiles, who was guarded by more Oni soldiers. “It’s silver, silver kills them!” you heard Allison shout, but you noticed the other three didn’t hear as they began to fight. Without hesitation you began to pull on the door handle but you were completely locked in. You noticed one of the windows at the back was slightly open and so easier to break, you climbed over and began to kick it with all your force until it eventually broke. You then proceeded to climb out, ignoring the cuts you got from the shattered glass. You pried open the trunk of the car and took out one of Argent’s guns and ensured you picked up the silver bullets, you loaded it before following the three of them. “Y/N! Get out of here!” Derek shouted, as a sword sliced his back. You ignored him and ran down the stairs before shooting the Oni in the chest with a bullet and watched as it immersed into green smoke. The four of you shared a small moment of optimism and hope, until the worst thing imaginable happened. “Y/n move” Aiden shouted, but it was too late. They watched as a sword was being pulled from your stomach, before Void Stiles and the remaining Oni disappeared. Derek managed to catch you as you fell to the ground. It didn’t hurt and that’s what scared you. Allison and Kira ran down to you all, both of them devastated by what they were seeing. “Oh my god” Allison gasped, covering her mouth with the sleeve of her jacket as she stood there crying at your motionless body. Lydia’s shill scream echoed through the heads of the werewolves, before her, Scott and Isaac ran out of the building. “No” Isaac said with a weak whisper upon seeing everyone crying around someone. “NO!” He shouted as he ran down the stairs to you. He dropped onto his knees as his heart sank, he cradled you in his arms as Derek stood up. Scott and Lydia walked over hand in hand, joining the others during such a sombre moment in all of your lives. Your shaky hand reached out and cupped Isaac’s cheeks, as his tears dripped down his face. You smiled softly, but this time it was different, your face smiled but your eyes did not. “Please don’t leave me” he cried. “I love you, Isaac Lahey” you managed to say. “I love you” he said softly as you took your last breath. He began screaming your name as your eyes fluttered closed, he clung onto your body until he had to be pried off hours later by the paramedics, but it was already too late. You were gone. 

Isaac slowly approached the front of the church, a crumpled piece of paper in his hand. He unravelled it and swallowed thickly before beginning the speech he never thought he’d have to give so soon for the girl he loved. “The hardest part of losing someone isn’t having to say goodbye but having to live without them. Spending the rest of your own life, trying to fill the void and emptiness that’s left in your heart as theirs stops beating. Before I met Y/n my life was grey and I was lost in an abyss of nothingness, but she brought colour to my life and feelings I thought I’d never experience and now I watch as that colour slowly fades back to grey- because I’m nothing without her. Death no longer scares me, but a life without her does. Believe me when I say, not a second goes by where I don’t think about that day. The day I lost the one person that has loved me as much as I loved them. Y/n gave me so many memories, some of my happiest and saddest but I wouldn’t change a single moment of them. I wish I would have told her this while, while- she was still alive. Death leaves a heartache that no one can heal but love leaves a memory no one can ever steal. I love you Y/F/N, I always have and I always will and I hope you find peace and a way to forgive me” Isaac began to get chocked up, until he couldn’t say anything more. He wiped his eyes and left the stand, hanging his head with the emotions he felt.

When Isaac arrived back in his seat, he zoned out and remembered the exact moment he realised he loved you. His dad had just beat the crap out of him and you heard from next door. You opened your bedroom window and climbed onto the part of the roof that connected both of your houses together. He was already sitting there, his head in his hands. You didn’t need to say anything, you just needed to be the shoulder he would cry on. “Shhh” you soothed as you heard a sob escape his mouth. “I hate him, so fucking much” he whispered harshly. “Come on” you said, lifting his head up. “What?” he asked, looking at you quizzically. “We’re going out” you told. “It’s 1am?” he said confused. “So?” you said with a smirk, taking his hand and helping him up. He shook his head and smiled, before going down the drainpipe. You followed shortly behind and he caught you as you got close to the floor. “Where are we going exactly?” he questioned. “Anywhere” you claimed. After half an hour of aimlessly wondering around the streets of Beacon Hills you came across an empty park, you’d been there a few times when you were little. You guided him over to the swing set and sat down, gently rocking. “Y/n” he suddenly said, you could tell by the tone of his voice that something was bothering him. “Yeah?” you asked, looking at him. “You’re the only person that’s been there for me, through all the shit that’s happened in my life and I don’t think I’ve ever thanked you for it” he rambled. “You don’t have to thank me, because I know how much it means to you” you smiled sympathetically. Sometimes his eyes reflected the sorrow he felt and it was truly upsetting to see. “I’m always going to be here. Forever and always” you continued, a promise you made when his mom passed away. In that moment, he realised something that had literally been staring him in the face. “I love you, as more than a best friend” he randomly blurted out. You couldn’t ignore the goose bumps that rose on your skin or the missed beat by your heart as you stared back at him. “I do too, but-” you began. “But as a friend” he finished for you, as his head dropped. “As more than a friend actually, but we’ll never be anything more” you claimed, sadness in your voice. “Why are you afraid to love me? Because everyone else I’ve loved dies, moves away or ends up hating me?” his biggest fear was always rejection. “I’m not afraid to love you Isaac. I’m only afraid to lose you” you said softly. “You wont lose me, we’ve been best friends for years and you’ve still got me” he cupped your cheeks gently. ”I just don’t want things to change” you sobbed, looking up at his blue eyes. “Change can be a good thing” he barely finished his sentences before you pressed your lips to his and wrapped your arms around his neck, like you were never going to let go. It was worth the wait, but who knew he would be your first and last love?

With the last of Lydia’s strength through all of her hurt, she stood up and approached the front with Allison. You had been friends forever and it was a horrible feeling having to let go of someone you thought would be with you forever, with the supernatural involved or not this was never how it was supposed to end. They began their speech together, taking it in turns to say something about your loss. “Your life still matters, even when you’re gone. Y/n still matters, she always has and she always will.The good die young because God needs them. He needs her. But so do we, I need her. Goodbyes hurt the most when people leave without saying them, and we all have to learn to accept that we’ll never hear one or have the chance to say goodbye for the last time. She was too pure for this hell we call life, but she was also too young to be taken so soon in such a tragic way. Today is one of those days where I wish I was a little girl, who could just crawl into my mother’s lap and cry until the hurt goes away. But I cant and even then I don’t believe the pain will ever go away. Y/n was a beautiful girl, she still is and I know she wouldn’t want to see us mourn forever. She was a firm believer in moving forward and as hard as it is, we have to try and do the same, if not for us, then for her. Her memory will forever live on and a piece of her extraordinary soul will be embedded in each of us. Thank you” Allison and Lydia were weeping as they walked back to their seats. They took their places beside Scott and Stiles and every pack member were met with their memories of you playing over in their minds, for the rest of your funeral.

Four months later

Lydia finished arranging a bunch of your favourite flowers on your grave, before standing up and meeting Allison’s tight embrace. There everyone stood: Scott, Stiles, Kira, Lydia, Allison, Ethan, Aiden, Derek- and Isaac. They visited you every chance they got, sometimes they’d visit on their own and talk to your gravestone for hours or they’d bring a fresh bunch of flowers. “I miss her” Stiles announced. He smiled for a second, remembering the time you would make him dress up as a princess when you were little. “We all do” Scott continued, remembering all the times you’d let him vent his anger to you, just before a full moon, to stop him from doing anything crazy. “Are you guys ready?” Kira asked softly, she hadn’t known you long but you had a huge impact on her life. They all said goodbye to you, before heading back to their cars. “ You coming?” Derek asked, noticing Isaac was still kneeling on the floor. “I’ll meet up with you guys later” he said. He waited until the others left to place a necklace down. Before you died, he had one engraved to celebrate your anniversary but he never had the chance to give it to you. For months it was sitting on his desk, but his grief was eating away at him. He stayed there for hours after. Some people thought Isaac never got over your death, others say he never will. But for now he clung to the image of being reunited with you one day, where you will be together. Forever.

I don’t know if I like this, thoughts? Requests are closed for now x

anonymous asked:

How about botw zelink first kiss?

SPOILERS FOR BOTW



There was little time in Zelda’s life for romance and, to be completely honestly, she never felt the need to push the issue. Her hours had been spent praying, studying, discovering and being the general figurehead of hope that her Father needed her to be. Her mother died before she ever managed to pass on any life lessons in love or how to activate the powers her veins carried.

Which left Zelda to figuring it out all on her own.

Well, until Urbosa. The Gerudo took the girl under her wing as best that she could while still maintaining her role of Champion. Urbosa did not teach Zelda from books or in the drawling way that her teachers did. She sat her down and spoke with the utmost honesty. Something the then sixteen-year-old appreciated.

Blonde hair tied into a twisting bun, Zelda slumped against the inner wall of Naboris with a groan. Urbosa raised an eyebrow and peered down at the girl. “Something amiss, Princess?”

“This heat… it is making my…” She faltered, speaking such things aloud would have given her Father a shock but Urbosa understood. She always did. “Cycle especially tortuous.” She managed a pained smile. “Your tips have helped. Thank you.”

“I’m just surprised that you’d never heard of them!” The Gerudo slid down to join her companion. “I wonder what else they have not told you?” Urbosa frowned, deeply. “Sex?”

Zelda flushed, brightly, and rapped her on the shoulder. “Urbosa!” She covered her blush with her palms. “Of course.”

“Good.” She laughed, loudly, at Zelda’s embarrassment though her amusement quickly turned to gentleness. “And what of love, young one?”

“Love?”

Urbosa sighed, pulled her charge close, and leaned her cheek against Zelda’s golden hair. “Love. Being in love. What it means, what it can mean?”  She shifted so that she can look into the teenager’s eyes. “I worry for you. ” She took her hand into her own. It was warm, calloused and gentle. “You have not experienced much of the world, Princess. I fear that they will place you in a loveless marriage and I do not want that for you.” The Gerudo smiled, softly. “Do not allow them to steal real love from you.”

She never really finished that conversation with Urbosa. Link arrived with a summons from her father and they parted ways. They saw each other from time to time but neither approached the subject. There were more important things to be discussed than matters of the heart.

It’s something Zelda can recall following Calamity’s defeat. Urbosa’s gentle words and the oppressing feeling of time running between her fingers. Link takes her hand to help her ascend to the top of a peak. The heat is unbearable but lightning stands, unwavering, before them.

His fingers linger around her palm. He releases her to move toward the Beast and Zelda remarks on how steadfast he has been for her. Link glances back and smiles, gently. “Would you like a moment… alone with her?”

“Yes.” She shouldn’t be surprised that she’s already an emotional wreck. She’s cried upon visiting every single one of them. This was the last one. The hardest good-bye to swallow. Zelda walks forward to press forehead against the machine. “There are so many things I want to ask you, to share with you. I never thanked you for your guidance or the care you showed. For the love, you gave me when I needed it.” A shaky breath. “Like so many others, I do not know that I am ready to say good-bye but I wish you peace.” She steps back and brushes the tears from her face. There is so much more to say but Zelda turns away.

Link smiles and steps forward with his hand out. “We will see them, again.” She takes it and lets him curl her into his chest. 

“I know.” Zelda twists so that his hands locked behind her lower back. She holds his face in her palms and smiles. “Thank you for coming with me.” 

“Of course.” He says because he needed to say goodbye too and because she needed him. 

Zelda doesn’t know what romantic love is like. It has never been explained to her in words that she can fully comprehend… looking at this man. She thinks she might be coming to a conclusion. She tests that theory by planting a gentle kiss upon his lips. For a moment, she wonders if Naboris has struck her with lightening when Link returns the action with the tilt of his mouth.

She has many things to discover about life and love. She hopes her friend will be proud that she intends to find it all out her own way.