heavy shirt

I didn’t come here to get teased // Shawn mendes

Request: Can you do one where y/n and Shawn are a new couple and y/n got stuck in the rain on her way to see Shawn and he lets her wear his clothes because she is soaked

Authors note: happy to write, happy to be here

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I grumble into the phone as I run from the front doors of my apartment building to my car parked a couple spaces down the street. It was raining heavily and I could feel my shirt heavy with moisture already. 

“You’re doing it because you love me,” Shawn’s voice drawls from the other side. “And I have pizza so see you soon.”

I laugh, unlocking the doors and wringing my hair out once I was comfortably inside.

“Bye.” I hang up, chucking my phone on the seat next to me and pulling out onto the road. The drive to Shawn’s is usually quick but due to the downpour it took me longer.

I park outside his own apartment complex- as close as I could get. I stared out the window, watching the water droplets pelt against the glass. I really didn’t want to go out there again.

Grabbing my phone, I dial Shawn’s number.

“Baby?” He asks, a cheeky tone to his voice.

“Do I have to go out in the rain?” I whine, switching my car off.

“Do you want to see me?” He asks back. I can visualize the smirk he’s sure to be wearing. 

“Hey! You’re the one who called me, asking to see me.” I retort, knowing I’ll have to go back out into the rain.

“I’ll be waiting down stairs by the door with a towel.” he replies, trying to hold back his laughter.

“Stop Shawn,” I groan.

“See you soon Y/n.” 

I huff frustratedly, tucking my phone into my jean pocket before opening my car door and stepping out into the rain. 

The rain feels cold against my skin and I turn to lock my car, hearing the reassuring click. I rush up the path, my clothes becoming soaked through- already slightly damp from before. 

When I climb the three steps leading to the front door, a figure standing inside catches my attention.

He pushes the door open for me and I’m grateful for the sudden warmth from the heaters.

“You could have brought me an umbrella.” I say blandly at Shawn who wraps a towel around my shoulders.

“Then I wouldn’t have been able to take care of a wet Y/n,” He chuckles, winking. I shove his shoulder, starting for the elevator.

“I didn’t come here to get teased Mendes.” I call, pressing the up button on the wall.

“Of course you didn’t. You came here for action.” Another wink.

“My car is just out there and I’m considering walking back out and driving home.” I tell him, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You wouldn’t leave me here all alone would you?” He gasps sarcastically and I roll my eyes, stepping into the open lift.

“You’re in a mood today aren’t you?” I ask, Shawn trails behind me, pressing his floor number. 

“I just missed you that’s all.” The doors shut and my eyes drag up over his body. Jean clad legs and a grey shirt that highlighted his arms and broad chest. 

“Yeah.” I try to say calmly but it comes out breathy and I cough, noticing Shawn’s eyes darkening.

“Aren’t you going to say that you missed me too?” He teases. He pulls at the towel chucked around my shoulders like a shawl and I crash into him.

“Nah,” I giggle, flicking his nose and he scrunches it in response.

“I hate when you do that.” His hands feel hot where they rest against my hips. 

“And that’s why I love doing it.” I smirk, letting him lead me out the elevator with an arm wrapped over my shoulder. He unlocks the front door, letting me in first.

I walk straight to the kitchen, looking for the pizza Shawn said he bought. A body shoves my own against the cool counter and squeak in surprise.

“Shawn!” I scold, looking over my shoulder at him. He laughs, leaning closer to me so that his lips pressed against my temple in a short kiss.

“What do you want to do now?” He whispers into my ear, biting his lip and I feel my breath hitch. 

“I uh,” I stumble, momentarily forgetting what I was doing.

“Yeah,” Shawn chuckles, pressing kisses down my neck.

“You said you had pizza?” I ask hesitantly and Shawn pulls back.

“Are you serious?” 

Originally posted by smendesgifs

anonymous asked:

What kind of easy to find modern day civilian clothes are good for a fight (to wear to a fight)?

Jeans (lose fit without being baggy, skinny jeans or baggy pants, not so much), work boots (steel toed preferred, but not necessary, a non-slip grip is a huge perk), work shirt (heavy cotton or denim), leather jacket (preferably with insulated sleeves to provide some padding).

A t-shirt isn’t the end of the world, also, some durable varieties of work pants can work just as well as jeans.

The important thing is making sure the clothes allow freedom of movement without getting in the way.


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Just My Type

Originally posted by thenameisvennila

Request: HI! i recently read your entire master list and it’s amazing!! If you could, would you write an ABO fic with Alpha! Dean where like he finds his true mate but she’s nothing like the girls he normally goes home with.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader

Word Count: 1,500ish

Warnings: smut, language

A/N: I have so much fun playing with these ABO fics…

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anonymous asked:

can u please teach me about autism?

think of all your senses as knobs. you have your volume control (hearing), the screen brightness (seeing and processing, dimmer the screen the slower to process), audio input (your voice), sensitivity (touch) and sensory (touch, taste, hearing, even seeing). you also have constant input from your brain.

thats an non autistic person. a non autistic person generally has control over these knobs, with the ability to ignore them and react to sensory input easily enough.

autistic people like myself DO have control over the knobs, but its much harder. because turning up the brightness on your screen might turn the volume down, and lowering your sensitivity might suddenly increase volume. sometimes everything is switched off except for one thing, and another time everything is on except for the one thing you need most at that moment.

thats on a normal day.

when you are stressed its even harder to control the knobs. non autistic people do have harder time controlling them when they get stressed (ie, reacting badly to repetitive sounds, headaches from bright colors). but so do autistic people.

so as a result we stim. stimming is actions that help us get our knobs under control although non autistic people don’t do them often. rocking back and forth, flicking wrists, playing with the hem of your shirt, dropping heavy things on your feet, meticulously cleaning and attention to detail and yes, figet spinners and cubes. All of these are forms of stimming, but the list is huge.

now imagine interacting with other people. non autistic people tend to see people’s knobs and where theyre at, like picking up on social cues and mixroexpressions. autistic people can either be very good at this or need to learn how to do this (i being one of them, and humans are weird)

we also can have fixed interests on one or many things. for example, my special intrests are danny phantom and voltron, and writing fanfic for both of them. i have a friend who loves reading any book she can get her hands on. another who loves flying planes and studying physics. they can be various and ranging from all sorts of subjects.

we also have strict rituals and schedules. some are able to bend their schedules but others need warnings ahead of time. rituals include putting your shoes on before your pants, brushing your teeth after breakfast, taking a certain way to work that doesn’t let the sun shine in your face.

schedules are generally basic, with getting off of work at one pm and driving home to have free time before cleaning your house and making some dinner. but if it gets interrupted, like if a friend visits unexpectedly, it reschedules our whole perfect system and stresses us out.

autism is also a spectrum. someones experience may be completely different from mine. someone can struggle with knobs but not have rituals or a firm schedule. some stim but have control over their knobs.

also autism $peaks is a hate group.

Strange Habit

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Kai x Reader

Requested: No

Word Count: 3,659

Summary: You have a strange habit of sleeping naked. Jongin drops by your house one day and catches you in the act and he can’t help but feel turned on at the thought of you with no clothes on.

Author’s Note: This is my second time writing smut so forgive me if there are any mistakes or it just seems kind of off. Thank you and I’m so sorry for this >.<

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

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