you are both so perfect

anonymous asked:

Can I get a ship? I'm 23, 5'8 with dark brown hair and blue eyes. I'm sassy as hell, basic hipster trash, I play music, and collect Russian nesting dolls. I'm the mom friend and will probably be the tequila aunt who ruins Christmas. I don't like confrontation but will kick someone's ass if I need to.

Jason Todd and that’s settled noW to why i ship you! :)

-Your height is beautiful for him because long legs are just yes to him.

-Your blue eyes match his so he loves that so much and the brown hair also matches his so that’s perfect

-You both have so much sass towards each other like back and forth back and forth its really cute lmao

-Your hispster style is super cool to him and he ties it up when you also play music he just finds it cool and he loves when you play music for him

-Russian nesting dolls are kind of weird in his eyes but he makes jokes about them he gets you one every Christmas

-Mom friend means protective which you both are of each other

-on Christmas you guys get drunk ok so your the aunt and uncle who ruins Christmas 

-He understands you dont like confrontation and when it happens he joins simple as that and he loves you for that

A beautiful tarot card I commissioned from the lovely @key-of-zee !!! I am flailing and smiling and giggling like mad because this is just so extremely beautiful. I feel like I will be staring at it for hours <3 <3 <3

It’s all so very dramatic and angsty for my Ellana and Solas, and it’s just the way I love it.

Throw your money at her, throw it!!! She produces wonders.

okay so usually thoughts i get at night dont tend to turn into any sort of urge but ive waited long enough

why has no one

I MEAN????







i have met the most awesome people on this site and you guys are the best and when you have hard times or bad days or low points or just feel a little blah i hope you know i am CHEERING FOR YOU because you are completely terrific and trust me, my opinion on this is beyond doubt. i have an excellent judgement on these things.

The Bad Boy |Min Yoongi|

Summary: You’re the good popular girl of the school and then there’s Min Yoongi, the bad boy. You both have family problems, considering people think your life is perfect, so once you get detention with him you click.

Warnings: Cursing.

Previous Parts: Part 1, Part 2

Word count: 1046

Once you arrived at his house, you knew you were fucked. People were already drunk, the music was loud, and it stunk of alcohol.

“Are you ready?” She asked.

“No” You replied.

“Great let’s go” She said grabbing your arm and dragging you in.


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AN: I assumed you wanted all of the boys and not just Taehyung cause you put BTS reaction instead of Taehyung’s reaction?? Idk but here it is!!

Originally posted by crimsonspeedsterr

Seokjin - 

It was very cute to him, you both looked so perfect together and always smiled when you were near each other. You two had so much in common!! Including your thick skulls that wouldn’t let you see the obvious. You thought there was no way he’d like you, Taehyung thought you were far too good for him. It was very frustrating for poor Seokjin but he would do his best you reassure you both that you were perfect for each other and would do his best to put you into situations where you two could talk.

Originally posted by jeonbase

Yoongi -

Sometimes he couldn’t believe how dense you two could be. The back and forth between you about if there was anything romantic was going to make him pull his hair out. He questioned you both on why you put each other up on a pedestal and reminded you both that you’re only human so there shouldn’t be any problem with making a move. He would even threaten Taehyung that he would go for you if the younger boy didn’t hurry up. He wasn’t serious of course, Yoongi would never do anything to ruin BTS’ perfect couple.

Originally posted by cyyphr

Hoseok -

Every single day he saw you two together it was like watching a drama unfold right in front of him. The forbidden love of an idol and one of his best friends. Hoseok found your little blossoming romance to be one of the cutest things and was lowkey rooting for you both. He wasn’t sure it was his right to interfere but if you ever needed encouragement he would be the one to go to. Any time you talked to him he would build up your confidence and try to hype you up enough to get your feelings out into the open. You both deserved each other so if he could be a part of bringing you two closer, he was all for it.

Originally posted by wintaeangel

Namjoon -

The way you two danced around each other and the subject of actually dating was both impressive and down right maddening. All he wanted was to see his two friends finally get together and be a pair of happy idiots who do mushy dates and eat popcorn. Was that too much to ask for? Namjoon wasn’t going to be passive and he’d apply logic that you two would need to do something about your feelings soon, because either you or Taehyung could lose interest and move on. He was never going to be as forceful as Yoongi but he would definitely put his foot down if it was dragging on for too long.

Originally posted by jikookxkookmin

Jimin -  

He was without question going to be on both of your asses when he realized the tension. He was Taehyung’s best friend so of course he wanted him to be happy and you were in his eyes the perfect person to make him happy. When you told Jimin that there was no way Taehyung could like you he would outright tell you that his friend is in love with you. He wouldn’t hold back and spill everything that Taehyung did, how often he talked about you how he would smile whenever you were mentioned. He was going to get his butt kicked for it. It didn’t matter. All he wanted was to get you both over your insecurities and off on a date.

Originally posted by cmtae

Taehyung -

Every single time he saw you it was like butterflies were filling his stomach. Your smile, the way you looked when you laughed even i you hated it he loved it. He wanted to be with you and wanted to love you but you were so wonderful. He knew he wasn’t the perfect man and felt you deserved that. I mean, why would you be interested in him when his hyungs were around? He wouldn’t catch on to his friend’s prodding with away but when he did he was embarrassed. But maybe it was their support that he needed to make a move.

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Jungkook -

It was beyond frustrating to watch you two. It was like watching a drama but it’s the side characters who never end up together even though they spent to whole series building them up. He couldn’t believe someone who was older than him, someone who was supposed to have more experience couldn’t even see the obvious. Kookie would be a lot more blunt and straight to the point about it with you. He wouldn’t bother talking to Taehyung about it and would instead be pushing you to try and work up the nerve to tell his hyung how you felt. He would tease you, telling you that if you didn’t do it, he’d do it for you.

Like I Do // Isaac Lahey Imagine

Hey y’all! I just started this account a few days ago. This is my first imagine so I hope you all like it. It’s pretty lengthy, fair warning. Also, feel free to request anything!

Warning: Smut, Swearing
Word Count: 3,582

6 months. It’s been 6 months since you’ve been broken up with your ex-boyfriend, Isaac Lahey. You spent countless nights crying your self to sleep, wondering where everything went wrong. As far as you knew, things were perfect. You were both so in love, or at least you were. Isaac made things easier. The grass was greener, the sky was bluer and there was a certain brightness that resonated within you whenever you were with him. It’s scary to be that in love, to base your happiness solely on one person. Maybe you knew from the beginning that, that was a bad idea. You just ignored it because the way your heart beat in your chest whenever you saw Isaac smile or the way you felt so safe when he wrapped his arms around you were good enough reasons for you.

He left you without a valid reason and that is what hurt you the most. He left for France without even telling you that, that was where he was going. The words “I just need to focus on myself” echoed in your mind almost every sleepless night. What kind of reason was that? You couldn’t help but feel like you did something wrong. Were you too clingy? Did he find someone better? God, you hoped not. The thought of another girl kissing him and staring into his oceanic eyes while he said he loved her almost made you sick to your stomach. You felt pathetic for pinning over him months after he left. No calls, no texts, nothing…for all you knew, he could be dead.

Allison and Lydia, the two greatest friends you could ever ask for, were tired of seeing you in such a broken state. It broke their hearts to see you lifelessly go through the motions of the day, the same dull look in your eyes. Every day, they tried and tried to make you feel better but unfortunately, nothing seemed to work. You wished you could find a way to be happy again but every time you began to feel a sense of yourself again, something as simple as the color blue to match Isaac’s eyes would send you on a downward spiral again.

One day, your best friends had finally had enough of your wallowing in your sorrows.

“Get up. We’re going to a party.” Allison demanded, barging in your room as if it was her room too. Her and Lydia were both carrying bags from Forever 21, a look of pure determination painted on both of their faces.

You looked up from the book you reading, one of the only distractions you had to offer yourself. “A party? I don’t think so.” You said simply, returning your attention back to your book.

Lydia plopped herself down on your bed and practically tore the book from your hands. “No, Y/N, you’re going and there is nothing you can do or say that will allow us to let you stay in tonight.”

You groaned, rolling over in your bed. You placed your hands over your face and let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m really not up for this and you know that.”

“Look, I know that it’s been tough. I know that you’re still hurting but it’s been 6 months. You can’t let your life stop over a broken heart.” Allison began, taking a seat next to Lydia. “It sucks but you eventually have to move on.”

You knew she was right and you hated her for it. “Can’t I just have one more day of wallowing in my self-pity?”

Lydia shook her head. “Absolutely not. You’ve had enough time.” She stood up abruptly and practically dragged you out of bed. “Now, come on, Allison and I bought some really cute outfits for tonight.”

It took everything in you to actually put effort into getting ready. Going to a party was the last thing on your list of things you wanted to do to recover from your broken heart. However, you knew that Allison and Lydia were not about to let you get away with staying home another night. If you can’t beat them, might as well join them, right?

It took about a solid two hours, but you were finally all ready to go out. Putting make up back on your face and wearing more than just a sweat shirt and sweat pants put a little color back in your eyes. Honestly, you were slightly excited to go out and that surprised you. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. The three of you piled into Allison’s car and headed to whatever party they were taking you too.

“Wait, where exactly are we going?” You piped up, the realization that they could very well be kidnapping you settling in. They were your best friends, so they probably wouldn’t do that but you never know.

“Stiles convinced Derek to allow him to throw a party in his loft.” Lydia answered excitedly.

Your eyes practically bulged out of their sockets. “Are you kidding?”

She shook her head. “Nope. It took awhile but eventually he just gave in.”

You settled back against the seat, clearly impressed. You would have to congratulate Stiles for his breakthrough later. In a few short moments, Allison pulled into the parking garage and you headed into Derek’s loft. Anxiety bubbled inside you. You don’t know why but being at a party for the first time in a long time gave you so much anxiety. It’s like you suddenly forgot every social rule in existence. Allison gripped tightly on your hand, probably half because she could sense your anxiety and half because she was scared you would bolt at any second.

You could feel the music pulse through your veins as soon as you were inside the loft. To your surprise, the loft was packed with people. Black and blue lights illuminated the once dull loft. You weren’t even positive that you were in the same pack meeting loft as before. Immediately, Scott jumped up the stairs and placed a sweet kiss on Allison’s lips.

“Welcome to the party, guys.” He smiled. “Nice to see that you got out of bed today.” Scott turned his attention to you and you blushed slightly.

“Thanks.” You replied meekly.

“Come on, let’s dance!!” Stiles made his appearance known. He grabbed both of you and Lydia’s hands and dragged you both to the dance floor.
You knew that you would look stupid standing in the middle of the dance floor not dancing. You forced yourself to feel the beat of the music, moving your body. Eventually, you found yourself smiling and having a good time, something you haven’t felt in such a long time.

At some point, a boy with sandy blonde hair and green eyes slid up behind you. Normally, you would have turned him away. There was no way you were looking for another guy and even if it was just dancing. For some reason, you were feeling quite free. You deserved to have a good night and dancing with a guy wasn’t going to kill you.

His hands slid down to your hips and even with the slight uncomfortable feeling that was in your stomach, you kept dancing. You glanced over at Lydia who gave you a thumbs up and mouthed “he’s cute” at you. You smiled back at her and continued to dance. You don’t know how long you dance with this mystery boy when you heard a voice that brought chills to your skin. It was a voice that you were certain you would never hear again.

“I think you’re done here.” The voice said and you looked up to meet eyes with a certain blue ones that made your heart stop.

The boy removed his hands from your hips, a very confused and slightly irritated expression on his face. “What’s your deal, man?”

All Isaac had to do was flash his eyes yellow and the boy was gone in a heartbeat. There you stood in the middle of the dance floor in complete and utter shock. There was no way Isaac was standing in front of you. This had to be some sick, twisted dream that you would wake up from any second. Your eyes trailed over him, your heart beating so loudly that you could barely hear the music. His hair was shorter and a slight stubble covered his chin. He was too dreamlike to be real. He turned to face you and you looked him in the eyes for the first time in what seemed like forever.

“Hello Y/N.” He shouted over the music, a slow smile spreading across his face.

Anger suddenly started to boil up inside of you. Who the hell did he think he was, showing up out of nowhere and scaring away the cute boy you were dancing with? He didn’t have a right to do that. He lost his entitlement to you the second he decided you weren’t worth sticking around in Beacon Hills. Part of you wanted to slap him and part of you was still in utter shock that he was standing in front of you.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” You shouted, the sharpness of your voice surprising yourself.

“Can we talk?” Isaac ignored your question and asked one of his own. You didn’t really have a chance to respond before he lightly gripped on to your arm and pulled you through the crowd of people. He maneuvered you through the crowd of people and up the stairs to wear his room used to be in the loft. As soon as you reached his destination, he let go of your arm and you crossed your arms over your chest.

“I seriously have no idea what the hell you think you’re doing.” You shouted, clearly aggravated.

“Apologizing.” He stated.

Your eyes widened and you scoffed. “Apologizing? You’re about six months too late.” You responded coolly.

“Y/N, I didn’t know what I was doing back then-” He started but you cut him off.

“That is the stupidest excuse in the book.”

“Please, just let me finish.” He pleaded, taking a step towards you. You immediately took a step back. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I was scared. You deserved a better life than I could give you. By dating me, you got involved with all this werewolf drama and I figured that without me, you’d be safer.”

You almost laughed at his explanation. “Really? You left me because you were scared for my safety? Did it ever occur to you that whether or not you were in my life that I was still going to be involved with all this werewolf stuff? I became best friends with Allison and Lydia. I got super close to Scott and Stiles. Hell, I even clicked with Derek! Regardless if I was with you or not, I’m still going to be surrounded by all of this!”

Isaac just stared at you. He opened his mouth just to close it again. Your rolled your eyes and turned on your heel. Of course he grew quiet. He knew you were right and you definitely knew you were right.

“Where are you going? Back to your new boyfriend?” Isaac responded with an evident bitter tone.

You turned around sharply. “You don’t get to be jealous. You don’t get to be angry over me being with some over boy. You left me, Isaac. You went all the way to France and never once bothered to call or text me. You do not get to show up here, unannounced and be angry. I moved on. Isaac.” You knew you were lying. You hadn’t moved on, not even in the slightest. But you couldn’t let him know that. You couldn’t be weak around him. There was no way you were going to give him the satisfaction that you hadn’t moved on.

“You moved on?” There was a painful twinge in his voice and it made you cringe.

“Yes.” You said softly. You didn’t care if you hurt him. He hurt you far worse.

You heard him step closer to you and this time you didn’t move. “Does he know you as well as I do?” You heard Isaac ask. When you didn’t answer, he took another step forward. You could feel him behind you, the heat radiating off his body. “Does he know how thunderstorms scare you and how laying tightly against someone’s chest is the only way you’ll relax?” Again, you emitted no response.

Isaac got even closer to you, his hands landing on your hips. “Does he know how you can’t sleep unless it is absolutely freezing in your room?” You wanted to respond but you couldn’t. It was like your voice box had ran away, kind of like you wanted to do right now. The grip he hand on your hips grew tighter as he pulled you flush against him, your back touching his chest. He craned his head down, his lips pressing against the shell of your ear.

“Does he know how you like to be touched?” He whispered huskily in your ear. You shivered involuntarily, cursing yourself for having such a reaction to one simple little question. His lips pressed against the side of your neck and they trailed downwards. You wanted to push him off. You shouldn’t have been allowing him to touch you. But of course, your body failed the thoughts in your brain. “Does he know about this little spot on your neck that makes you weak without fail?” He mumbled against your skin before kissing the spot where your neck dips into your collar bone.

His lips brushed up and down your neck and your breathing was sporadic. Your heart pounding so loud that Isaac wouldn’t even need his werewolf hearing to hear it. He hands left your hips and he lightly trailed his fingers up and down your arms, sending shivers down your spine.  His lips latched on to that one spot on your neck and you knew you were completely gone. You closed your eyes and leaned into him, a slight moan escaping from your mouth. You could feel him smile in satisfaction against your skin.

Isaac moved away from your neck and swiftly turned you around. His hands cupped your face and he leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. You melted in his arms, his lips molding so perfectly to yours. So much time had passed and he still knew exactly how you liked to be kissed. His hands left your face and trailed down to the back of your thighs. He tapped them slightly, signalling for you to jump up. You jumped and he hoisted you up, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist.

He pressed you against the wall, a moan coming from you at the sudden coldness against your back. He attacked your neck with kisses, trailing farther and farther south. Your fingers racked through his short curls, earning a shiver from him. Isaac pushed you both off the wall and carried you to his old bed, gently plopping you down before crawling on top of you. He kissed you again, the passion making the blood pump faster through your vein. His hands slid underneath your shirt, pulling it over your head and breaking the kiss. Isaac began to kiss down your chest, kissing the tops of your breasts and reaching behind your back to un-clip your bra.

He tossed your bra somewhere, immediately taking one of your nipples in his mouth. You whimpered softly, shutting your eyes tightly. He sucked on your one nipple while his hand pinched at the other one. You could feel yourself growing wetter and wetter with every passing second. Feeling Isaac touch you like that again was sending you in complete oblivion. Isaac trailed kissed from your chest down to the waistband of your jeans, carefully un-doing them and pulling them down your legs, followed by your panties.

You were completely exposed to him and even though this wasn’t the first time, you felt self conscious. Who knows what other girls he was with while in France? His eyes raked over your body and all you could think about was how he was surely comparing your body to the other girls he had been with. Almost as if he was reading your mind, he whispered a sincere “Christ, you are so fucking beautiful.”

You could feel your cheeks heat up and he smiled before kissing up and down your inner thigh. You were throbbing at this point, so complete desperate for some kind of relief. 6 months was a long time without sex, especially with Isaac. He slowly kissed up, the anticipation building with each kiss that was closer to your core. You were a mewling mess. “Please Isaac, just stop teasing me.” You begged.

You could feel him smirk against your inner thigh before finally you felt his lips on the place you needed him the most. He licked expertly against your clit. You arched your back, moaning his name. With every suck and lick, he brought you closer to the edge, your toes digging into the sheets of the bed. Without warning, he slid a finger inside of you, curling up in just the right way. You were so close. “Oh my g-god.”

Isaac could feel you clenching around his finger. He added a second one, lightly scraping his teeth against your clit. Within seconds, you tipped over the edge. Your orgasm spread through your entire body, your legs shaking as Isaac allowed you to ride out your orgasm. Once your body stopped convulsing, he sat up and pulled his shirt over his head. He undid his belt and pulled off the remaining garments.

He hovered over you, resting his forehead against yours. You could see the lust swirling around in his eyes but this was so much more than just make-up sex. He still looked at you the way he did the first night he ever told you he loved you. Your heart swelled up and you swore you had stopped breathing.

“Are you sure that you want to do this?” He asked, slightly panting.

You nodded. Isaac searched your eyes for any sign of doubt and when he didn’t see any, he kissed you passionately, positioning himself at your instance. Slowly, he pushed himself inside and you both moaned simultaneously. He gave you a few seconds to adjust to the feeling before he began thrusting in and out. You scratched your nails down his back, your moans and his groans bouncing off the concrete walls. The other werewolves in the loft could probably hear you guys but you didn’t care.

“I forgot how you could you felt.” Isaac grunted, speeding up his movements.

With every thrust, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to that edge again. Isaac’s eyes were closed, his mouth was slightly agape and the look of pure ecstasy on his face. He slipped his hand between the two of you, starting a figure-eight pattern with his fingers on your clit. You moaned loudly and arched your body into his. You felt yourself start to clench around Isaac and his movements began to get sloppy.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m so close..” he moaned breathlessly in your ear.

A few seconds later you felt yourself fall over the edge, your orgasm rippling through your body like a wild fire. Isaac wasn’t too far behind you, collapsing on top of you. You both were breathing heavily, a thin layer of sweat covering your bodies. Isaac eventually rolled off of you and you both stared blankly at the ceiling. The silence was overwhelming and the reality of what you just did started to sink in. Guilt and humiliation ran through you. You were supposed to be angry at him. He broke your heart and left you in shambles for six long months for God sakes!

You suddenly shot up, full intentions of leaving before Isaac grabbed your hand. “Y/N, wait.” You relaxed at his touch and slightly adjusted your body so you were facing him. “You don’t know how sorry I am. I know that there is nothing in this world I can do or say that will make up what I did to you but I swear I’m going to die trying.”

The intensity of his words and the look in his eyes told you exactly how he felt. “You broke me, Isaac.”

He sighed heavily. “I know and I’m never going to forgive myself for that. Y/N, please, just give me another chance. There was not a day that went by where I didn’t think of you. I swear I was going crazy without you but I just truly believed you would be safer without me. I still love you and I know that I always will. Just please, let me try and make this right.”

Your heart skipped a beat when he told you he loved you. His pleading eyes were slowly withering you down. “Fine. I’m only allowing this because to be honest, I know that I’m always going to love you too.”

Always stay true to yourself, child. And nothing shall stop you on your way.”

just a reminder that because someone ships a ship does not mean they want to force it on every version of a muse. 

anonymous asked:

What's your girlfriend like?

You know that blissful feeling of going to a new coffeeshop you really love and taking a sip of the perfect drink, how you’re both so excited and yet completely relaxed at the same time? That’s what being around her feels like


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