knew she was familiar

rocknroses  asked:

Hello Loves, i recently pulled some cards to find out about my spirit guide and i found out who he is. Interesting background info is that as soon as i started shuffling my cards my cat, Latte, snapped out of her nap and walked over to me and laid down. started looking past me and meowing really loud. i knew my other cat wasnt my familiar but i kinda knew she was. but anywho lol, the cards let me know that my guide is Hermes. im kinda shocked. i still havent figured out how to worship him.

First of all, Latte is a fantastic name for a cat.

I can understand your shock! You don’t have to worship Him right away. It sounds like He’s guiding you even when you’re not worshipping Him, so you can take some time to figure things out. You also don’t even have to worship if you don’t want to.

That sounds like a valuable tarot reading, though! Great for you!

the signs feeling intense anger

Every sign can reach the stage when the mind just ‘quits’, no matter how laid back they are. check mars and moon!

Aries: She feels no anger. She feels rage. The intensity, the strong, sometimes short but intense feeling of emotions was something she was familiar with, but what she did hate was the feeling of anger she could mostly never shake off. It was always there with her, she let her rage out and it seemed like an exploding volcano. All she saw was red, there was too much energy flowing inside her bones that she could not get rid off and so she let out her anger, and she did not care who would see her like that. ‘I am fire and you will get burned.’

Taurus: He was angry. Angry with the world, angry with this unsteadiness, angry with the fact, that he could not do anything to stop the current situation. Long, slim hands pulled him out of his nest and threw him hard on the ground. He flinched as a cold breeze came and took away all his warmth. “No, do not take everything away from me!!”, he screamed but the dark did not listen. Gritting his teeth he felt his temper raging, long horns started to grow out of his head and he shook his head, trying to get rid of the feeling of losing himself. 

Gemini: Emotions were an construct. A map with a thousand of points, connected with each other by a small, small string. No there was a knot in the strings, there and there was nothing else he could do to untie them, to clear up this mess in his head. It was like the road for his thoughts was blocked and now everything just piled up. Irritated he shook his head, even communicating was hard and the knot in his head slowly transformed in his whole body. Then his mind just quit. Rash action. 

Cancer: She could not tame herself anymore, she got hotheaded again and knew the will easily fall in an tantrum again. Followed by this feeling of guilt: why me? Why this unfairness? Why the need to upset others and be upset? In the end a wave of intensity and sadness washed her away before she could get a hold of herself again. And getting back to the surface after being pulled down by the ocean would cost her a lot strength. Strength and a long time of swimming through these endless waters. 

Leo: “I do not like this”. It all started with the feeling of unfairness, adding a a little bit of hurt to the shattered self that lay on the ground. “I cannot let them now I am hurt! I will not allow them to touch me gain that deeply.” She opened her mouth and showed her long, sharp fangs. She roared. It was loud and vibrant. Whetting her claws she narrowed her yellow, fiery eyes. “Pray for yourself”, she whispered before sprinting to her prey. 

Virgo: The head was a like a working space. There were many files and papers he read, worked with, analysed, only to put them into a new file that was stored somewhere in his office. “Wh- what is this?” This certain piece of paper  was not like the others. Unreadable. Impossible to put somewhere, therefore it was just out of order. “I..I have the control..”, he said, his hands starting to shake. “I..I have the control over it…I have the control..”, he repeated unsteady before standing up and shredding the unknown paper. He started breathing hysterically, what was that? This brooding fear inside of him? “Control…”, he said one last time before shattering the mirror and flipping his precious work desk. 

Libra: These thoughts. These worries. These fears. She did not know what to do. How was she supposed to handle? “It is their fault!!”, she cried. But at the same time is was her own fault. She cried quietly, feeling like she wanted to let everything out, but couldn’t reveal herself, because everyone next door was sleeping. She did not want to disturb them with the mess of feelings. “I will ignore it. Swallow it.” But it was far too much to keep on pretending. She felt like being on fire, but she still smiled. A poisonous, deadly smile. Everyone should feel her poison sting inside their veins. 

Scorpio: His anger is intense. It’s like a thunderstorm with roaring thunder inside of him. His heart is beating and he wants to destroy, cry and scream. He wants to let out his darkest thoughts, he wants the world to feel his pain, transformed out of the bitterness. But in the end, he remains silent and waits till everyone left. He could hurt anyone right now, but he know it’ll be no good, knowing that he will destroy for sure if he demonstrates his power. So he balls his fists and closes his door. Outside of his bedroom you can her the thunder roaring. 

Sagittarius: ‘Do not stop me’, was all she thought. These feelings were caging her. No matter what she did to distract herself, the anger would haunt her after all, so the minute it became to much she snapped. She could be free spirited and joyous but deep emotions were something completely different, especially anger. Because she was not only the laughter of joy but indeed the stomp of a herd of wild horses swirling up dust as they made their way through the steppe. There was raw force and energy inside of her and that needed to get out, now. 

Capricorn: Get a hold of yourself. Get a hold of yourself. Now. But there was no way to get himself under control. There was this dam inside of his head that stopped this enormous river of feelings of overflowing. Now, there were little cracks in the once so strong concrete and each of them plainly showed the nerves he lost from time to time. He sat at his desk, swallowed and closed his eyes. Suddenly, the dam broke. The raging float of dark water swallowed him completely. 

Aquarius: She saw it often on other people. Anger. She watched them live it out, stomping with their feet, raging, screaming, shouting. Now? She felt it herself. “I know this, this familiar”, she explained to herself. But familiar did not mean good. She knew her temper tantrums for when she was young. She knew that destructiveness could be a part of it. “I do not want that. I will not.” Suddenly a dark, whispering voice talked to her: “You do not choose to be out of touch. You are not your own master.” She widened her eyes anxiously. And suddenly, it was like she was 7 again. 

Pisces: Anger? Anger, he felt it so deeply, anger and the need to cry out of frustration, he did not want to feel it anymore, the worst thing that ate him alive right now. So he grew bitter. “I can turn nasty”, he thought. “I will be the worst if you make me feel this again.” And so he did. So he became the feeling of anger and bitterness himself. As he looked in the mirror he couldn’t recognize himself anymore. Dark, red eyes starred at him, tears flowing. 

His Love

Originally posted by princesdianas

Clark Kent x Reader

Request:Can I request an imagine where Clark meets his soulmate and then they’ve been together a long time and everyone just kinda admires their relationship and thinks it’s really cute and stuff how much they love each other and act cheesy with each other but are different to everyone else? Thanks

Word Count: 2091

She knew it was soon before she would meet him, her clock slowly ticked down to zero as she walked. Her apartment was just a block away when someone ran passed her and snatched her purse from her shoulder causing her to fall forward to the ground. Quickly getting up and running after the man, he was far too ahead of for her to catch up. Slowing down her pace as she came to a stop in the middle of the sidewalk, she let out a huff; there was no way for her to get her purse back since there was no one else on the streets but her.

Turning around to go to her apartment, she heard a swooshing noise behind her, “Excuse me, ma’am?” She heard from behind her.

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home is where you are. (m)

↳ a companion piece to sad machines (jung hoseok story)! 

pairing: shin hoseok | reader
genre: punk au / fluff, angst, and minor smut
word count: 8,288
description: for once, he’s willing to come to terms with his past if it means not losing the best damn thing in his life, her. 
author’s note: happy birthday to @wonhopes! i wish i had finished that personal trainer au, but i hope this is okay too girl! sorry for being a little late btw~ <3


The bar was quiet that night.

Its usual goers remained to themselves, drinking away their sorrows with little cares in the world and remaining there as the night slowly progressed. Wonho wasn’t sure how that could be possible, but everything felt too heavy and uninviting. He hated it. He hated that he envied them, hated that he was wishing for his own release.

His dark brown hues grazed over each of the forest green booths, noting how the faces in them jogged some memory in his recollection, until his sights landed on the last one in the far right. Although it was occupied, his mind could only remember this was where he met her. The incandescent light had washed over her scrunched up visage, words fell off her lips in grumbles, and several bottles of Blue Moon laid astray atop of the mahogany table. Still, she reached for the bottle, trying to siphon whatever else was left. He remembered asking her what was wrong, knowing that whatever it was, he hoped she was okay.

He smiled to himself, remembering the way Y/N glared at him, willing him to go away with vehemence. Her very first words were, “I hate guys.” It came off as a huff, and he almost believed that she hated him, but the moment he apologized and tried to walk away, she told him to stay. Her voice has been small, remorse tinged between the words, and, for whatever reason, he did and he didn’t regret it, even now.

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Made of Glass {Nessian}

ACOTAR. Fluff. Angst. Nesta + Cassian. Canon.

Originally posted by she-is-beautifully-broken

Glass shattered as the book hit the mirror, as a coppery scent filled the air from an unknown source. His mind was in a daze, he wasn’t thinking straight. He couldn’t remember his name, couldn’t remember who he was, couldn’t remember where he was, couldn’t remember why he had begun to feel these feelings – terror, shame, brokenness.

A deep cry shook his core. It sounded like it was coming from the distance, although he knew it had come from his own being as his limbs shook uncontrollably. He was sweating, panting, begging for air to fill his lungs.


It was her. He knew that voice. Small, but strong – familiar.

She wasn’t close enough, though. She was too far away. And he was too far gone for her presence to make a difference, anyway.

Leave me be, he wanted to say. Let them take me.

Them. His enemies. The bodies. The lives that he had taken, without hesitation, without mercy. The ghosts that haunted him every time he closed his eyes. The blood. The blood that swept through the grass like a river, the blood that had come from his hands, from his weapons. The blood that coated his vision as he looked in the mirror and saw his reflection.

He saw himself, his shame, his damp, hunched body in the shattered shards of the mirror. He saw his eyes, hazel and crazed, searching for the male underneath the monster. He searched for someone to be proud of, and only saw himself.


It was her voice again. It was a gentle song in the midst of his flames, in the midst of his shadows. It was a prayer being shouted out, a plea to take a breath.

Just breathe, Cassian, he tried to tell himself. It was only a dream. It was only a nightmare.

But that wasn’t true. It may have come to him in his sleep this time, but it had happened before. He lifted his hands up to his face and saw the crimson stains, saw the lives – fathers, mothers, sons, daughters – in which he had taken away.

A sob broke loose, and fell from his chapped lips.

Bare knees hit the hardwood floor with a thud as his demons retracted, as they fell back into his mind and out of their bedroom.

His heart was heavy, weary, numb, empty.


His heavy breathing slowed and his body began to feel weak, and petite arms wrapped around his broad shoulders.

“Cassian.” A whisper, soft and sweet, just above his ear.

“I’m sorry.” A mangled cry, an apology that he did not deserve to ask.

“Don’t be,” she said, gripping onto his bare skin, afraid she would lose him again.

He didn’t say anymore as she came around his side, and settled herself into his nude frame. His face, wet and ashen, fell in between her breasts as she stroked his dripping hair, softly, gently.

He hadn’t fought in combat in years, but it didn’t stop the nightmares from coming. Sometimes, it was nothing more than tossing and turning in his sleep, but then there were times like this. Cassian looked up over her shoulder, at the broken shards that were scattered across the vanity, at Nesta’s hardcover book, the binding ripped as the pages sat open among the glass. He didn’t even remember doing it. He didn’t even remember losing it.

He must have still been asleep when he threw it.

The thought terrified him.

Noticing his body shudder, Nesta raked her delicate fingers through his hair, and pulled his head back so that his eyes caught hers. “I love you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Everything is going to be okay.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“You’re safe now.”

“I destroyed the mirror.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here.”

“I destroyed your book.”

“I think it will forgive you.”

“Do you forgive me?” he asked, as he always did when the nightmares came, when his mate awoke to him throwing furniture, screaming in pain – trying to scare the nightmares, the memories, away.

“There is nothing to forgive,” she promised, pressing her soft lips to his forehead, just as she did after they’d made love only hours before.

He finally let out his breath, and wrapped his arms around her pale waist.

Cassian had never let anyone see this side of him before. He had always lived alone, had always fought his battles alone. To the outside world, to their friends, he was a gentle soul, the one who brought the smiles, the joy, everywhere he went.

But he was the General of the Night Court’s Legions, and with his duty came baggage. It was not a job for the weak, and sometimes Cassian felt as if he did not deserve the title that his High Lord had gifted him with all those years ago.

That baggage would have frightened a lot of females, but it did not scare Nesta Archeron.

She simply sat on his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist, her skin pressed firmly against his, as she closed her eyes and rested her forehead against Cassian’s until his breathing evened out.

“I’m okay,” he said, at last. “Thank you.”

She gave him a gentle smile, her eyes still closed.

Nesta offered to lead him back to bed, but he couldn’t go back to sleep, not after that. He was wide awake – his mind, his soul.

So, she led him to the chair, and opened the curtains. Cassian wrapped her in a blanket, wrapped her in his wings, and held her against him, tightly, as he propped up his feet on the ledge of the window. Gray-blue eyes fluttered shut as Cassian drew lazy circles along the small of her back, along her inner thigh as the stars of the Velaris made their way across the night sky, and dawn greeted them with another day.

kookieloverfan  asked:

Do you think you could do a fic where Jungkook,Suga,Jimin or V are vampires and they love you and the other members are also vampires? Or angels With some fluff and angst ? Or zombie apocalypse (I really like those kind of fics)Thanks if you do, love your fics

What’s Your Name Beautiful? - BTS Vampire Imagine (ANGST + HORROR)

Y/N had noticed Taehyung pulling away in the last couple of weeks. It wasn’t like they were a couple, she told herself. She didn’t expect him to spend every waking moment with her but she did expect that as her best friend, he would want to spend some time with her. Just last night she had called him out to go see the new Marvel movie they had been excited about for the last year or so. Y/N did not expect such a dry response to her giddy call when Taehyung answered the phone. “I’m busy with the guys. I can’t.” He had said. Those “guys”. Y/N had grown to loathe those “guys”. Ever since Taehyung had joined that stupid indie-band, he had been devoting all of his time to completing his initiation. What kind of band needs an initiation? She hadn’t even heard of this band before Taehyung said he ran into a member at a club around three weeks ago. Jimi? Jime? Something ridiculous like that. Y/N figured she would give another go at keeping her friendship with Taehyung alive so she would go and pay him a well needed visit. All pettiness aside, she was worried about him. The last time she had seen him, he was in a furious rush. His eyes had the darkest circles she had ever seen and the whites of eyes had spots of red. She wondered if maybe that stupid band was forcing him to do things he didn’t want to do. Maybe drugs, she thought. But Y/N had pushed that thought away so many times; not Taehyung. Not her goofy best friend who got drunk off a shot and watched video-game plays on youtube and anime almost every Friday night. Y/N had texted Taehyung she was coming but like the countless other texts she had sent the past week, he hadn’t replied.

Y/N knocked on Taehyung’s door bearing the gifts of his favourite pick-me ups; Japchae, cinnamon buns and a couple of Hayao Miyazaki movies. There was no answer. Y/N knocked on the door a couple more times but there was still no answer. Eventually, after a minute or so, Taehyung did come to the door. He cracked the door open a bit and looked through. Y/N almost gasped out loud at seeing him. His face was sunken, his eyes were wider than she’s ever seen and his skin looked so clammy she couldn’t believe it was still skin. “Taehyung..” she whispered in utter shock. He didn’t look human. He looked almost Golem.

Taehyung rolled his large eyes, “What do you want Y/N?”  he snapped, his voice was thick and deeper than she’d ever heard but she wasn’t scared of him, she was scared for him. “Taehyung, what is happening. You need to see a doctor.”  Taehyung laughed a deep, throaty, cruel laugh. “If you came here to tell me that, you can go.”

Taehyung was about close the door but Y/N threw her body between it. “No! Tae, I’m not leaving untill you talk to me. Is it that stupid band? Are they forcing you to take drugs?” Taehyung’s evil laughter interrupted Y/N again. “You know, I can’t believe I never realized how stupid you are. Just go. I’m fine.” Taehyung roughly pushes Y/N out of the doorway and slammed the door.

“Taehyung open this fucking door!” Y/N yelled, banging on the door with her fists. “I just want to help you. Taehyung please.” After a minutes of no response, Y/N’s hands fell to her sides, the pick-me-ups disregarded on the floor. She clambered down the hallway, out of touch with her entire world. She just couldn’t understand how far gone Tae had gotten in such a short period of time. She sat outside on the curb of his building, her heart aching when she remembered how fragile Taehyung had looked. Y/N didn’t know what to do, or what she could do. And then she saw him. Taehyung stalked out of his house and down the street in dark black hoodie. She knew that she couldn’t just let him go. So she followed him.

Y/N tried to be inconspicuous, following Taehyung down the busy streets of downtown. The sun was starting to set and Y/N noticed that they were reaching the lower parts of town. There were more clubs and more bars and Y/N knew that this place was no longer familiar to her. She tried to focus on Taehyung who was feet and feet away from her but still in sight. She ignored the jeers from men sitting on bar patio, calling her over for drinks. She picked up the pace when she saw Taehyung turn the corner down an alley she would have never thought existed. When she reached the alley moments later, she was startled to find Taehyung nowhere. The alley was home to nothing except a small set of stairs leading into the ground. Y/N approached the stairs wearily. The stairs were made entirely of grey brick, except for the black door with a lit window. Y/N looked around and saw that there was no one in this alley. She took a deep breath and went down the stairs, holding onto the wet railing from the day’s rain. She reached the door and looked into the crack between the curtain and saw a velvet painted room, lit entirely by black candles. Around the room, were seven boys, one of them being Taehyung. 

The other six made Y/N’s breath hitch. They were the most mesmerizing creatures she had ever seen. She couldn’t take her eyes off any of them as she flickered between each of their sharp features and toned figures. Some laid on the velvet couches, others against the wall. Eventually she tore her eyes away to find Taehyung kneeling in the center of the room. The tall one with a slim figure stood behind him and the others watched as if there was about to be a show. She saw one of the younger looking ones laugh. The tall, slim one moved his nail and dragged it across Taehyung’s neck drawing blood, and then he put his hands on Tae’s skull and snapped his head back. Y/N  didn’t realize what she was doing when what happened happened next. It was as if her body was acting on its own. She threw the door open and raced into the room, all the while screaming at the top of her lungs. She got to Taehyung, his neck half separated from his body, spewing out this terrible mixture that looked like thick, blackish blood. She knelt beside him, her limbs shaking uncontrollably.

She couldn’t hear anything of what the beautiful boys were saying. Not until the younger one who had laughed earlier knelt down beside her and lifted her chin to his eyes and said, “I would ask you to leave but I think it’s already too late for that.” Y/N’s heart dropped further when she saw that his face was no longer beautiful but instead covered in black veins that led from his red eyes. His tongue swept across his fangs as she shuffled away only to back up into the feet of yet another beautiful boy who had now turned into a monster. “Joonie, can we keep her?” she heard him say. She looked around her and realized that she was surrounded by six hungry vampires. The younger one grabbed her by her ankle and pulled her back to him effortlessly. “What’s your name beautiful?”


Hello! So this was mad fun to write! I love supernatural stuff aha. Thanks so much for requesting!!! I really hope you liked it, I will hopefully do a part 2 soon if you did. (Also, I didn’t decide who the younger vampire is yet so let me know: Jimin or Jungkook or maybe even Suga?) Thanks for reading, liking and supporting. Saranghaeo <3


Colossalcon RWBY Panel Summary

Vic Mignogna (Qrow Branwen) and Elizabeth Maxwell (Winter Schnee) talked about a couple of things regarding RWBY. Some of them were really, really interesting. Also they both but especially Vic talked very fondly of Qrow, RWBY, CRWBY and RTX and were very lovely to everyone on the panel which was really nice to watch. Vic sang happy birthday to a fan in his Qrow voice which was really sweet. 

  • Someone asked about Qrow’s thoughts on Raven. He said that Qrow has very strong feelings regarding his sister which he will keep to himself because of spoilers, but there is interesting stuff to come that will tickle that itch. 
  • He said that it’s interesting that so many people speculate that Ruby is actually Qrow’s daughter. And that it’s interesting. And then asked for the next question.
  • Vic told the story of how he got hired as Qrow. Lindsay and Michael talked to Vic in a Hotel lobby and showed him pictures and videos from RWBY. He really liked it and later got an email asking him if he wanted to be in it and he said yes. They sent him imagines of Qrow and he sent them options of voices, they picked one and he recorded his lines for volume 3 and 4 at home in LA without directors or other actors and without input. He sent them three versions of every line and they picked the one they seemed would fit. Only recently he started to meet the other voice actors and everyone else involved in RWBY, an experience he spoke very fondly of. 
  • Vic loves uncle Qrow a lot. 
  • Elizabeth got involved because a lot of the people behind RWBY are fans of Attack on Titan, also she lives in Austin, so they invited her for a studio tour, but back then she didn’t even know anything about Rooster Teeth and RWBY. She agreed to come and met a lot of CRWBY guys and at the end they asked her to audition for Winter. Before auditioning she usually checks out at least one of two episodes of the show to get into it, so at that time she was in NYC with a friend and started with the red trailer and after 30 seconds they decided to rearrange their schedules to watch the show and ended up bingewatching the first two volumes together. Afterwards she felt so much pressure while recording her audition because she really, really wanted to be on the show. 
  • Elizabeth was also picked as Winter because they felt like her and Kara Eberle (voice of Weiss Schnee) had a similar cadence to their voices, they talk very similarly
  • When casting Elizabeth for Winter they were looking for a more mature and womanly sound as she is older than Winter. Being familiar with her previous work they knew she could comfortably voice Winter with a lower voice. They wanted a level of authority and maybe arrogance for her. Elizabeth also wanted to get a sense of pedigree and her background of being raised in a nobility-like environment play into Winter’s voice. She described Winter as the ballet-opera version of Motoko. 
  • Vic asked her if she has already recorded volume 5 and she just said that she can’t say anything about that. (My bets she will be in that volume and he knows that.)
  • Vic said that Chibi is a lot of fun. He recorded Chibi before actually watching Chibi though and watched it for the first time when he showed it on a panel.
  • Someone asked if Vic would ever do a cover of Qrow’s song (Bad Luck Charm). He said he would if he wasn’t so much worse of a singer than Jeff Williams and said that Jeff is amazing. Elizabeth said Vic is a great singer though and everyone asked him to sing it, so he started to sing Let it go. He said he loves the song and would love to do it and might do it if someone sends him tones.  
  • Elizabeth said that Monty wrote very far into the show and planned many, many volumes ahead, so there is much to come that is based on Monty’s vision. 
  • RWBY is the first time Americans have dubbed a show first and the Japanese followed up. That gives them more freedom because they don’t have to sound like the original Japanese voice actors, now they have to do it the other way around in Japan. It seems to be a really big thing for the voice actors and is only possible because of the fans and their support. Vic said he has heard companies talk about wanting to do that for years but none ever did. 
  • Someone asked what aspect of working on RWBY they are most proud of. Vic said in his Qrow voice that Elizabeth is most proud of her secret love for Qrow. Elizabeth said that she is most grateful for to work with RT because it’s like working with your friends and she gained what feels like an actual little sister with Kara, they became very close and hang out a lot, also she coached Kara a bit with doing her effort sounds. But the fan reactions also make her very proud because RWBY resonates so much with so many people. Vic said that he loves playing characters who aren’t immediately recognised as being him, he loves playing a character that has a different tone, but also the way he is written. He said that after Fullmetal Alchemist he felt like he may never be a part of anything that special again, because it’s so hard to follow up on something that good and special and he feels blessed to be involved with RWBY and that it feels very special to him.
  • Vic said that voicing a character is not about making your voice sound different than the other characters you have played before but playing this one character authentically. 
  • Elizabeth said that like Winter she’s very close with her family, she always loves them but doesn’t always like them. She shares that strong sense of loyalty but not always getting along with Winter. But unlike Winter she has never called anyone a boob. Also she loves bunk beds.
  • Vic has never recorded Qrow while actually being drunk. Actually Vic said that unlike Qrow he has never been drunk a day in his life. But he always makes drinking jokes when talking about Qrow and doesn’t even know what that is like. What he does share with Qrow is that he is absolutely awesome with a scythe. (Well no, he never held one in his life.)

a/n: The pack going to Disney World and Derek meets his soulmate who works there.

warnings: none

“Why are we here again?” Stiles complained for the thousandth time.

Lydia huffed,
“With all of the bad things that have happened to us in the last year I figured we could use a day at ‘The Happiest Place on Earth’.”

Stiles groaned and Derek had to refrain from smacking the crap out of him. In all honesty he agreed with Lydia, they needed to get out of Beacon hills for a little bit. But Disney Land? Out of all places she had to pick Disney Land.

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anonymous asked:

How about a scenerio with s/o and baku cuddling on the couch and bakugou says "I love you" for the first time and his s/o starts crying because its her first time hearing him say that and shes so happy?

Bakugou Katsuki:

Despite how much of a fuss he put up claiming he hated being hugged, touched, cuddled, etc the truth was that Bakugou Katsuki did in fact enjoy such things. He, at first, never thought he was the type of person to enjoy physical affections. Boy was he wrong…

The way his arms fit perfectly around her form, how soft her hair and skin was, the way she smelled so damn good all the fucking time! Hell he even liked to rub your back and watch as your form visibly relaxed into him. It was addicting to him. Even more so when he thought about how he was the only person who got to be with her like this.

However, Bakugou was a very prideful person. He liked to have things done his way, by his idea and with no help from anyone. And despite how much his heart fluffed up his emotions when it came to the thought of cuddling the afternoon away, his prideful mind was in control.

And his prideful mind believed cuddling to be childish and annoying. If only he would listen to his true feelings and need for affections, then maybe he would not be having the current problem.

Currently his lovely girlfriend was curled up in the couch in the shared area of class 1-A’s dorm hall, a book in her hands and a nearly empty cup of hot chocolate on the table in front of her. She looked so at peace.

She looked so comfortable.

Bakugou shook his head, going back unloading the dishwasher. It was his week to do the chore and he had no problem doing so. Especially if the apple of his eye was across the room from him, not aware of his watchful gaze.

He was cracking below the surface however. He had been distant in more ways than one this week: not eating with her, or talking to her, or texting her or spending time with her. Maybe it was because he was freaked out by his own feelings.

His heart had long decided on it, maybe even from the first time he saw her. But his mind was a stubborn thing and didn’t like to listen to his heart. However, his mind had finally been brought down and relaxed enough to realize the small little detail that his heart had been attempting to say for so long.

“You love her.”

A short sentence, but one that held a lot of weight behind it. One that made him distance himself from you for the following week. In any other situation, one would assume he had broken up with you. But thankfully, he was dating someone who understood him.

And (Name) understood that at times Katsuki just needed to have a break to collect himself. He didn’t mean to be rude to her, or at least she assumed, but rather he needed to think some things out.

It didn’t help that the things he was thinking about made him internally shiver. He was excited. He was nervous. He was frustrated. How could he be so many things surrounding one emotion for one person?

Love was such an idiotic emotion. You fall in love, but it didn’t mean you would be caught.

Thus Bakugou was attempting to figure out if you had been falling as well, and if you would catch him as a result. He would catch you… that would be for sure. Hell, he’d let you land on him if it meant you’d stop falling and instead just be with him.

Be with him in love that is.

The sensation of burning on his fingers brought  him away from his enamored thoughts, realizing the plate he was touching was scolding from the water still. He cursed under his breath, putting the plate back.

Seeing as now his daydreaming was making him start to actually harm himself, he begins to actually focus on the task at hand. However, every once in awhile, he would peak back up at you, watching your form mindlessly flip a page.

‘You’re not helping yourself.’

He shook his head, putting the last plate away. Damn feelings making him want to do something embarrassing! But- but was it really embarrassing?

He had unwantedly been part of the discussions about wanting to cuddle with a girl by his single friends. Kaminari’s pathetic calls to hold a girl in his arms. Kirishima’s pout to run his fingers along her skin. Sero even wanted to press his face into her hair.

They didn’t seem to think it was embarrassing at all, in fact those shits seemed to think cuddling was a good thing to do with the one you loved. And unlike them.. Bakugou could do those things. So why was this so hard?

Why could he not just admit to himself that he wanted and loved to snuggle with you? That he enjoyed it and wanted it so desperately?

He was finished a moment later and strolled over to the object of his desires. She hadn’t moved an inch, her eyes not even shifting to glance up at the familiar figure that he knew she saw in the corners of her vision.

He felt his lips rise, the infamous scowl once again painted onto his features. He inched closer, close enough for him to hear her gentle breathing. Likewise you could feel his warmth radiating from his body.

Pausing a moment, you glanced up. Bakugou had his arms crossed, a developing pout on his lips, but very much overshadowed by that nasty scowl. His behavior had been strange the last few days… but the current situation had been the peak of his strange behavior.

He had been hovering quite a lot today and with him now literally hovering over you, you had seen enough. Time to confront the boy about his actions, but you would most certainly have a little fun first.

“Are you attention strapped, Katsu?” You closed the novel with a soft puff of air.

“Huh?” Bakugou clicked his tongue, looking away and scoffing further. “Why the fuck would I need your attention?”

“Well maybe you don’t need mine…” You paused, stepping up and coming close to his face. Inches away from his reddening face, you spoke again. “-but you’ve been giving me plenty of yours, haven’t you?”

Bakugou growled, knowing that you had in fact noticed or felt his red hues on you. If there was one thing he hated more than his current dilemma- it was when you teased him.

“Shut it damn woman…” He mumbled, hearing you softly giggle at his unsure and hesitant attitude towards the situation.

“I’m sorry babe. Now what’s the matter with you? You’ve been pretty distant lately.” Your hand tickled his arms, rubbing his muscular skin up and down with your smaller hand.

“None of your fucking business.” He snarled, your eyes widening at his tone.

His chest convulsed when you pulled your hand away, your loving touch leaving his skin. Damn it… he was touch starved, wasn’t he?

“I’ll leave you be then. If you want to talk, I’ll be in my dorm.” You spoke, backing away and reaching for your text.

However before you could, Bakugou had returned to your side. Expect this time, he engulfed you into his presence. The familiar but missed arms around you brought a small smile to your features.

“I don’t want to fucking talk.” He spat out. Your eyes rolled at his tone, knowing full well that it was not anger at you, but his own internal struggle to say how he felt.

“Then what do you want to fucking do?” You used his vile language back at him.

He didn’t answer, but rather quickly hoisted your weight into his more than capable arms. He didn’t answer as he walked towards his room, your body comfortably hanging onto his.  He didn’t answer as he slammed the door with his foot and then laid you both down onto his bed.

By the time he had buried his head into your neck, you were very much aware of what he wanted. He wanted to cuddle with you, his actions speaking for him. He meant it when he said he didn’t want to talk, didn’t he?

“If you wanted to cuddle Katsuki, you just had to ask. No need to be so aggressive.” You teased him again, fingers dancing in his locks. Despite how prickly and rough his hair looked, it was actually very soft and fluffy to the touch.

“Shut up.”

“Come on~” You cooed him. “Just admit you wanted cuddles and to be close to me~”

“Fuck off.”

“If you want that, then I’ll go.”

You had no intention to do so. However, Bakugou seemed to think you were, as his grip on you tightened and to top it off- his head pressed onto your chest. Using the breasts as a soft and padded pillow for his head.

“Why the hell are you the one I fell in love with…” He grumbled out.

You laughed at his tone, then suddenly stopped. His words had nearly gone over your head, but a certain one made sure it would not. And now with the realization of the words, you could not stop from becoming shiff.

He-he loved you?

He said it?!

As your mind ran a million a minute at this confession, Bakugou had also realized the words that slipped from his mouth. His own anger and frustrations once again proving to be his worst enemy.

He didn’t mean to say it! He- he… he… fuck maybe he did? His head was tired of fighting this intense feelings. He just hoped he hadn’t freaked you out. He said it so suddenly and without that passion he felt.

He said it like he was irritated for God’s sake! His first ‘I love you’ was said with vain and annoyance and anger! God what a fuck up he was! What kind of person would do that? A jackass.. That’s who.

He sucked his teeth as he heard the hitched breaths and then whimpers from you. Your body trembled softly and your hand moved to cover the cries.

He lifted his face up, seeing that you had begun to cry. Tears feeding into your mouth and others escaping down your chin and free falling. Your eyes were closed, but the droplets continued even so.

Fuck! This was not what he meant to do! He didn’t want to make you cry! He didn’t want to be the kind of guy who made his lover cry!

“F-Fuck! H-hey! Don’t fucking cry!” He yelled, mentally slapping himself for it.

‘Try and be nice.’

Nice? How the hell was he supposed to do that? He didn’t do nice. Nice thinking…

“Y-you love me?” (Name) squeaked out, (eye color) orbs opening to look at him brimming with tears.

Bakugou looked away, slowly nodding in an almost forced way. It wasn’t romantic in the slightest, but it was Bakugou. And for him, it was better than how he could have said or done it.

“I-I get it if you’re freaked out… it was so sudd-”

His eyes widened as you kissed him with such passion. Where did this come from? It happened so fast that you didn’t give him a chance to kiss back before you broke from him and then pulled into his warm chest.

As you listened to his fast beating heart, your hands squeezed his shirt. His body was unsure of what to do, but luckily you would make him comfortable once more with your next set of words.

“I love you too Katsuki.”

looking out for you

pairing: taehyung x reader | soulmates
word count: 9.2k
     → i didn’t even know soulmates existed before you. but i know it’s real because i feel it. it’s like my heart sees you and it just kinda knows you.

You were presenting in class the first time he infiltrated your vision with silk-like strokes of vivid colors. An odd twinge in your heart erupted and it felt as if someone had a grip around your throat, your legs giving in beneath you, your hands shakily finding their way to the table for support. As if through a blur, you heard your name being called out and you looked upon the class as specks of brown hues emerged, specks that hadn’t been there before.

It was a desperate attempt to stay upright as you focused on steadying your breath, the vivid hallucinations making it all that much harder when the specks took shapes and your heartrate boomed. Adrenaline was pulsing through your body and you saw the terrible posture, the slouched spine and the coffee hues that had turned to soft strands of hair. It was a boy, but he wasn’t from here. You saw the books in front of him, faint colors of a room surrounding him, an entire different reality set around his frame. Your lungs were fighting for air and you were irrevocably wavering when a choked scream finally fell from your lips and the figure turned, the widest set of scared eyes looking right back at you.

Seconds after that, you fainted.

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Originally posted by mxrksgf

Rated: Fluff

Pairing: YukheixReader

Summary: Soulmate!au with your soulmates name written on your arm.

(A/N): This is honestly so cute. I don’t know how I came up with this much fluff.

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Lady and Agent.

Summary: “Can you do an story where Harry falls for an female kingsman agent?! (Lady Guinevere) Someone much younger then he is so he kinda struggles with his feeling. Till one day he kinda lets it slip cuz he just can’t hide it anymore. Maybe there’s a kiss involved?!”
Pairing: Harry Hart x Reader.
Fandom: Kingsman.
Warnings: Violence, Gun TW, Death.
Word Count: 1818

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messy situations [j.j.]

Originally posted by burgerheadjones

Just a lil thing that popped into my head bc of season two. It sucks and its rushed but I might continue it as the season progresses.

(this could have a part two if you’d like)

Pairing: Jughead Jones x reader

Summary: You are forced to come back to Riverdale when you hear that tragedy has struck.

Jughead Jones sat alone in his usual booth at Pop’s. To his right sat a half-consumed milkshake while an uneaten tray of fries rested on the table to his left.

With a heavy sigh, the beanie-clad boy leaned forwards, eyes drooping slightly as they read through the words on his laptop screen. It was almost midnight, but Jughead couldn’t sleep. He had been at Pop’s for hours, typing, deleting, & retyping his current project as he tried to find the perfect words to describe the fact that Riverdale wasn’t as perfect as it seemed.

The diner was eerily quiet for a Friday. Apart from Jughead, there were only two other people who sat on the other side of the diner, sharing a booth. As Jughead slouched in his seat, he felt his eyelids droop even lower and he leaned his cheek upon his palm. A few minutes of shut-eye couldn’t hurt, could it?

It had seemed like an eternity since Jughead had slipped into unconsciousness when in reality, it was a mere five minutes. Jughead head shot up when the bell over the entrance to Pop’s rung. The quick motion caused his beanie to slide off his head. He proceeded to run his hand through his dark curls as he yawned.

After carefully placing his beanie back where it belonged, Jughead looked back up, allowing his eyes to scan the premises for the source of the bell’s sound.

His eyebrow quirked when his eyes came to rest upon the figure of a girl leaning against the door as she breathed heavily. She looked tired, as if she had been running for quite a while.

She straightened up and walked confidently towards the register whispering a loud “pssst” when she got there. Almost immediately, Pop’s himself came out grinning widely when he noticed the girl.

Jughead’s eyes widened involuntarily. He hadn’t seen anything remotely resembling a smile on the older man’s face ever since Fred Andrews had been shot.

“Sweetheart!” Pop’s cried. “You’re here! You’re actually here!”

Jughead’s eyebrows furrowed as the girl turned and leaned against the counter. He looked her over, her facial features reminding him of someone he knew.

The mystery girl smiled slightly. “Of course I’m here Pop. I couldn’t just not show up at a time like this. You know how he is.”

Jughead kept watching as Pop’s nodded sympathetically before offering her something to eat. He looked back down at his laptop, his mind working at a hundred miles a minute. He knew that voice. He didn’t know from where, but he knew it.

The girl nodded her head, knowing there was no use fighting. She had stayed in the diner for about half an hour, enjoying a burger, onion rings, and a milkshake before standing up, paying, and leaving.

Before exiting the diner, she had turned around and leaned towards Jughead’s table.

“It’s nice to see you again Jughead,” she had chimed. “Glad to see you still wear the exact same beanie. At least not everything has changed.”

Jughead had stared after the girl as she left, walking down the empty road as she zipped up her jacket.

His attention was brought back by a slight chuckle, and he turned his head to find Pop standing next to him, another milkshake in hand.

“Who was that?” Jughead asked the older man.

His question went unanswered as the older man simply chuckled once more and walked back into the kitchen.

Jughead shivered as he got off his motorcycle, making sure not to slip as he made his way towards the hospital entrance. 

He entered quickly, bringing his hands up to his face and breathing into them before locating his friends and making his way over to them. 

“Where’s Archie?” he asked quietly, making Betty and Veronica lean in.

“He’s with his dad,” Betty replied softly.

“Listen, guys,” Jughead began. “I was in Pop’s and there was this girl and-”

“Woah Jughead,” Veronica cut in, a small smirk on her face. “I’m happy for you but I don’t think this is the time to talk to us about your love life.”

Jughead sighed in exasperation as he rolled his eyes. “No Veronica, that’s not what this is about. Anyways, there was this girl at Pop’s and she knew him.”

“This is a small town Jug,” Betty spoke. “I’m pretty sure everyone knows Pop’s.”

Jughead rolled his eyes. “Yes, I know. But I had never seen her before. And trust me, she wouldn’t have been easy to miss.”

Veronica hummed slightly. “And why is that beanie-brain?”

Jughead felt his cheeks flush slightly before answering. “Betty said it herself. This is a small town. Everyone knows everyone.”

Veronica shook her head in amusement. “Okay but why is this a big deal?”

“Because she seemed familiar,” Jughead persisted. “She knew me by my name.”

“And you’re sure you didn’t know her?” Betty asked. Jughead shook his head.

Betty opened her mouth to speak, before their attention was caught by something- someone- else.

“Thank you so much for being here,” Cheryl’s voice rang out. “The fire was a terrible tragedy but I know that with my support, mommy will make it through this just fine.” 

She leaned in to embrace the girl she was talking to. 

“Of course Cheryl!” the girl replied. “I hope it all works out for you. I’m really sorry this happened to you guys.”

Jughead nudged Betty almost immediately. “That’s her!”

They continued to watch as Cheryl leaned back before pressing a kiss to the girl’s cheek. “Your dad will be fine. I can feel it. Everything will work itself out.”

With another quick hug and a smirk, Cheryl bounded away, her long locks swinging behind her.

Jughead kept nudging Betty, who was simply ignoring him.

“Betty?” he questioned. In response, the blonde-haired girl simply stood up, making her way over to girl Cheryl had just left.

“(Y/N)?” Betty asked hesitantly, causing the girl to spin around. 

“Yeah?” she asked, confused.

“Oh my god,” Betty breathed. “It’s really you.”

Betty stepped forwards and gathered the girl in her arms, holding her close as the girl gasped out a startled “Elizabeth?”.

By the time the two girls had separated, they both had tears in their eyes.

“Who is that?” Veronica asked, leaning into Jughead. She was met with no response. 

Betty dragged (Y/N) over to them, a wide smile across her face. “Veronica, meet (Y/N).”

“Veronica Lodge, pleasure to meet you,” Veronica greeted, extending her hand.

“(Y/N) Andrews,” the girl replied. “The pleasures all mine. I hear you’re my brother’s new girlfriend.”

“You’re Archie’s sister?” Veronica asked, shocked. (Y/N) nodded in response before turning to Jughead.

“Hey Jug,” she whispered softly. 

The beanie-clad boy didn’t reply, instead standing up and storming out of the building.

(Y/N) looked down, not wanting to see Betty’s sympathetic glance.

“Why are you back (Y/N)?” Betty questioned. She hadn’t seen (Y/N) since she had left with her mom years ago.

“Because of dad,” she replied quietly. “Arch called me, in tears, saying that we had to come. I wasn’t just gonna leave him all alone.”

A stretch of silence had spread before she spoke again. “He hates me, doesn’t he?”

Betty grimaced. “No, he doesn’t. Jughead is just bitter because you left so suddenly.”

Veronica glanced at the two girls, frowning at their expressions. “Well I know that I, for one, am bitter. Bitter about the fact that Archie never told me he had a sister. Why would he keep you hidden from us?”

The three girls laughed in response to her comment before settling down on the hospital chairs, awaiting any news to come on Fred Andrews’s condition.

Outside, Jughead Jones mounted his motorcycle. He sped off towards his home, angry. 

He hopped off the motorcycle quickly and made his way inside, groaning in frustration before turning around and punching the wall next to him.

“What’s got you all worked up kid?”

Jughead spun around, finding two Serpents standing around a third person tied up in a chair.

His eyes widened slightly before hardening once more. ‘What’s got you all worked up kid?’

The Serpent’s question rang in his head as he thought back to the hospital.

What’s got you all worked up?’

(Y/N) Andrews was back in town. And things were about to get messy.

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I’ve loved you from the start (Steve Harrington Imagine) PART 5

Sorry guys, I wrote a whole new part but had to split it into 3 BITS as it didn’t fit for one whole post. Also I accidentally deleted the names of who wanted to be on the TAGLIST, so if you want to be on the next one, lemme know!!

Characters: Steve Harrington x Reader, Dustin x Reader (siblings)


Y/N, Steve and the kids were now in the Upside Down where Hopper had once gone missing. They had finally burnt the main area connecting to the Shadow Monster and were now making their way back to the car. Y/N was walking behind the kids, Steve at the front to make sure the kids were safe.

She suddenly was stopped as a vine caught onto her leg, pulling her ankle in. She didn’t say anything and simply removed it slowly from her leg as she had done once before.

“Stupid Shadow Monster.” She whispered as she tried to untangle her ankle from the vines. She suddenly heard a growl that sounded familiar. It continued to grow closer to her.

“Steve?” She asked, her fear for facing a demogorgon slowly becoming reality. The small demogorgon slowly made its way to her.

“STEVE!” She screamed and the demogorgon ran straight at her. She tried her best to untangle herself and run but she was too late. The demogorgon attacked her trapped ankle and she screamed in pain, attempting to kick it off her. She tried holding it back with her arms for as long as she could but with every punch at its head she simply received bites on her hands so it was of no use. If only she had a weapon.

“HELP!” She yelled once again, desperate for help.

“Y/N, WHERE ARE YOU?” A familiar voice yelled and before she knew it Steve’s bat was making contact with the demogorgon. Through various hits at its face, it eventually began to back down and run the other way.

“Oh god, are you okay?” Steve questioned getting down on his knees to bring her into a hug. She relaxed into him knowing she was safe in his arms.

“She’s been injured pretty badly” Dustin assessed his sisters ankle.

“Lets help her up” Max suggested. Through the help of the kids she finally was untangled from the grasp of the vine and stood up, holding onto Steve inside of whether she could walk or not.

“Can you walk?” Mike asked. Y/N took a step forward and simply dropped to the floor crying in pain.

“What are we going to do?” Lucas questioned, looking at Y/N holding her ankle, as she scrunched her face in pain. Dustin elbowed Steve, careful that Y/N wouldn’t notice. Steve winked at him knowing exactly what to do.

“Alright kids move out of the way” Steve said moving the kids to make way. Y/N instantly knew what he was going to do and her eyes immediately widened.

“Harrington, No”

“Henderson, Yes”

“Steve, do you not remember that you were beaten to a pulp an hour ago? Will you even be able to take my weight?” Steve rolled his eyes at her, getting angry at the fact that she was self conscious about her weight when she didn’t need to be. He bent down to her.

“Look, you’re always looking after me, let me do something in return” He whispered so that the others couldn’t hear. He looked straight into her E/C eyes and without an answer lifted her up with ease. She wrapped her arms around her neck, taking in the scent of him that she missed so much. Steve grasped her back gently, placing his other hand below her thighs. Eventually he looksd down at her face that was all bloodied up. Looking pass that he realised how much of a beautiful person he had been missing out on.

“Not to ruin your moment but we have to go now!” Mike exclaimed as they made their way back to the rope that was attached to the car. Max, Lucas and Mike had already made it up and Steve, Y/N and Dustin were remaining.

“Do you hear that?” Steve said while gently lowering Y/N so she could climb the rope. She was still holding onto him with one arm for support while standing.

“It’s the demodogs” Dustin whispered. They all emerged from one side and Y/N thought they were gone. Steve pulled her closer to him and Y/N brought Dustin closer to them, waiting for the impact, but they didn’t feel anything. They demodogs simply moved around them, as if they were unable to notice they were there.

“It’s Eleven”


A few hours later, the gate was closed, Will was back to his normal self and all kids and adults were at the Byers. Mike and Eleven were sitting together cuddling. Max, Lucas, Will and Dustin were sitting together talking. Joyce, Jonathan and Y/N were helping with dinner. Hopper was making sure everyone was okay, fixed up and bandaged and Steve and Nancy were talking in the corner which Y/N found strange.

“Alright you two it’s your turn to get cleaned up. Bathroom now” Hopper motioned for Y/N and Steve to get each other cleaned up, knowing it would give them time to talk. Hopper winked at Y/N and she simply glared before breaking out into a smile.

Everyone knew how much Y/N loved Steve, but Steve was so oblivious due to him being so caught up with Nancy to understand this. Everyone knew that Steve didn’t deserve Y/N but through these past years of them knowing each other they realised how Y/N’s love for Steve was indestructible.

With Steve supporting Y/N, they walked into the bathroom. Steve closed the door behind them and sat Y/N down on the edge of the bathtub. He grabbed the first aid kit and sat along the bathtub also, facing Y/N. He propped her leg up on his thigh.

“This’ll hurt a bit” She watched as he focused on her leg, his eyebrows furrowed in the cutest way possible as a strand of his locks fell on his forehead.

“Considering the amount of times I’ve done this for you, I’m surprised that you know how to bandage up a wound” Y/N joked, wincing slightly at the pain of the alcohol.

“Im sorry.” He said, looking up to her. She simply smiled as he continued to bandage up the wound.

“What for? I was joking.” She said ruffling his hair. He lowered her leg gently to the floor.

“For this. You took a blow FROM BILLY HARGROVE for ME Steve Harrington today” He motioned to her bruised face, taking her left cheek into his hand.

“I don’t know if you’ve realised, but I-I kinda would do anything for you Steve” She admitted looking up to him, Dustin’s voice echoing in Steve’s ears.

“I can not believe I was so blind. Every time I was black out drunk it was you that saved me, after my fights it was you that bandaged me up, when I was hung up over Nancy it was you who comforted me.” He admitted. Y/N simply smiled as she grabbed two pads of disinfectant, handing one to him to use on her and using the other on him.

“After a while you get used to it and after a while, it starts to become okay” She told him, which hurt him more for neglecting the beauty that was in front of him. They were quiet for a while, catering to each others wounds. After a while Y/N started giggling. Steve looked at her with a questioning look.

“Do you remember the day we first met?” She asked, smiling brightly. Steve’s eyes brightened up as he shook his head laughing at the memory.

“I remember I introduced myself to you even though you already knew my name, and you did the same by mocking me.

“Yeah, and then from there it became our little inside joke” He finished, laughing. They quietened again, experiencing a comfortable silence.

“I fell for you that very day, Steve. I’ve always loved you from the start” Steve looked up at her, him being unable to fathom the fact that Y/N loved him, Steve Harrington for nearly 7 years.

It seemed as though the world suddenly slowed down. Y/N’s heart began to speed up as she realised what she just admitted. Steve eyes flickered between Y/N’s lips and her eyes. This made her heart begin to pound harder as she had been anticipating for this very moment for 7 years. Steve gently placed his hand below her jaw, brushing back her hair with his other. He watched her, admiring every feature on her face, the features he missed out on. He slowly leaned in, as did Y/N. They both paused just as their lips where about to meet, their breathing quickening in pace due to the adrenaline rushing through them. He rubbed his thumb on her cheek and finally placed his lips on hers with a gentle touch. She instantly felt the butterflies she was craving to feel and began to kiss him back, slowly, wanting to savour the taste of his lips, wanting to savour every moment of this kiss for she waited so long to feel it. He placed his other hand on her uncovered cheek softly, deepening the kiss, as he could not get enough of her soft lips. They finally pulled back, resting their foreheads on each other.

The kiss was everything she had wished for.


This is not the end…..

Steve still hasn’t said a little something to Y/N.

Imagine your father beating you, and Isaac finding out <3

Request: Okay so I’m thinking (if you don’t want to write it I completely understand) Isaac finds out that your father abuses you. 

A/N: I haven’t directly written the beating, because I’m not too comfortable with that but it’s implied. If you are triggered by this I strongly suggest you don’t read it. 

Also If you are experiencing something like this I want you to tell someone. Anyone. A teacher, a friend, a parent. This is never okay. 

With that said I hope you enjoy some very sweet and protective Isaac :’)

When your mom died things got pretty rough. It hadn’t been more than three weeks and your dad had already drunken the whole local liquor store. Whenever you smelled the alcohol you quickly hid your baby sister. 

She was ten years old so she knew what was going on. That girl was way too smart for her age and feisty too. You had more times now stopped her from going out to your dad to spit on him or scold him. She was so angry about all of this but you made her promise never to cross him. She had to stay safe. 

The next morning your dad was sleeping away his hangover and brutal behaviour from last night, while you were trying to cover up his tracks. The black eye had to be covered. You got out both your foundation and concealer. This one was hard to cover up. 

At school you were nervous. Would someone notice? You told yourself you had did a good job on covering your eye, only someone who really looked would notice. 

You got to your locker and as usual Isaac came. You tried to not look directly at him, afraid you would spill out every thing your dad had done to you these past weeks. You got out your books for math. 

“Y/N, we have English…” Isaac pointed out and you mentally kicked yourself for not remembering. “Are you all right?” 

He tried to make eye contact but your refused. You said you were fine and hurried down the hall to the girls bathroom. 

This was all getting harder and harder to keep from the pack. You desperately wanted to tell them. Let them help you. So why didn’t you? This could all be over if you just told them or anyone for that matter. 

To be honest you were afraid. You were afraid of what he would do. You were afraid of what would happen to him. Would he end up in jail? What would happen to you and you sister? Who would you live with?

You loved your father and you didn’t want him to go to jail or for you and your sister to go live with someone you barely know. But this excuse couldn’t last for much longer. He needed to be stopped. You couldn’t take this forever. 

You couldn’t keep on smiling and pretending that nothing was happening, when actually these last three weeks had been the worst of you life. You couldn’t keep on this mask of happiness when inside it was all a shattered mess. 

You hadn’t even realized you had started crying, until you saw the black eye. Your hands rested on the counter of the sink and you stared in the mirror. The black eye was like a beacon. Look at me, it said. Luckily you were prepared and had taken your make up with you, in case you needed to cover it again. 

You were halfway through when the door opened. You started to panic. You weren’t counting on company since it was the middle of first period. But it wasn’t just anyone who came in. It was Isaac.

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