let me count the ways i love this song

Phan in Songs
  • 2009: I Think I'm In Love, Paparazzi, Can't Help Falling In Love, Skin, Blank Space, Love Story
  • 2010-2011: Arms, Youth, Teenage Dream, Iris, Talk Me Down, Just The Way You Are
  • 2012: True Love, Hello, Say Something, Better In Time, Wrecking Ball, Stitches, Fools, Love The Way You Lie, Impossible, Wildest Dreams, I Knew You Were Trouble, Talking To The Moon, Skinny Love
  • 2013: Sad Song, Up, Little Did You Know, We Found Love, Lay Me Down, Kids Aren't Alright, Count On Me, When We Were Young
  • 2014-2015: Jealous, Friends, Steal My Girl, Secret Love Song, Unconditionally, Like I'm Gonna Lose You, Drunk In Love
  • 2016: Seven Years, Say You Won't Let Go, For Him, I Was Here, Photograph, How Long Will I Love You, Mine, Hold My Hand
  • 2017 *so far*: Marry You, Yuri On Ice (Single), Young And Beautiful, Turning Page, Thousand Years, Dear Future Husband, All Of Me, Thinking Out Loud
hey, that’s no way to say goodbye (lucas/maya)

can i just like,, apologize in advance for this. it made me sad too. but oh well, hope you dig. also listen to this song!! lianne la havas’ version is amazing but leonard cohen is a god so do what you want! okay sorry.

summary: “so let’s not talk of love or chains and things we can’t untie. your eyes are soft with sorrow. hey, that’s no way to say goodbye.” or lucas, after maya, remembering everything that came before.

word count: 1509

The hardest thing was waking up without her, Lucas thought. Her sleepy eyes blinked open, slowly and she smiled, drowsily, wrinkled her nose at him. She laughed and made fun of him for watching him. He would lean over and kiss her, and her lips would come to life against his. It would start as lazy, little pecks and then grow deeper, so deep that he thought they might sink into each other. And then she’d pull away and fall back onto the pillow and with sleep still in them, she smiled with her eyes again, and everything would be quiet and still and perfect for a moment.

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Fall For You

Summary: Reader is in a coma, and Dean can’t handle it. 

Warnings: Fluffy, angst, really sad, coma, may be triggering for some, mentions of fights. If I didn’t tag properly, please let me know.

This was written for @riversong-sam 700 challenge. I got the song Fall for you, by Secondhand Serenade, and my quote was “I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember.” The quote, and lyrics will be bolded, and the quote will also be italicized.

Word count: 1600+

Dean Winchester. He and I went way back. Hell, I went way back with him and his family. With his mom, while she was alive. I was only a few months younger than he was.

His family took mine in when my mom died, and my dad disappeared. I don’t remember much from that time in my life, I was only an infant when she died. I was maybe four years old when Mary died. I remember John, and how panicked he seemed, how wrought with pain he was. It’s not hard to believe, I mean, honestly, his wife just died, with her back to the ceiling, and she was burned down with the house.

John Winchester had to be one of the most compassionate people I knew. He made sure me and Sammy were always fed, made sure we had clothes on our backs. When I was ten years old, I was finally allowed to start training with Dean.

I hated being taught how to hunt by John. He didn’t seem to grasp the fact that I didn’t understand his methods.

Dean though, he knew how to teach me. He taught me everything I knew, he taught me Poughkeepsie, how to get enough leverage to cut of a vampire’s head. He knew me like I knew him.

That quickly evolved from there. He and I soon got closer. By the time we were both 18, we had figured out how to hide our connection from John. Dean hated it when John not angry at me. He knew how I couldn’t handle being screamed at. And when John tried to get angry with Dean, I would fight back, and defend him.

Dean and I were so close, we would take hits for each other. There were multiple occasions, where I’d see a monster about to hit Dean, and I’d jump in the way. Dean didn’t like it when I took the hit, but he was always grateful.

That’s actually how I got where I am now. I mean, not really, but in a way, it is. You see, Dean and I started fighting a lot, over the stupid stuff. Such as, me taking risks that I shouldn’t take, me staying up too late, going on hunts on my own, leaving my shoes by our bed. It got bad enough, that I stopped staying in his room, I claimed my own room in the bunker, because I was so done with all of our fighting.

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warning signs → pcy

Originally posted by foreverxoxoexo

→ mafia!park chanyeol
→ in which two respectively fucked up people found a way to love each other despite the warning signs.
→ word count: 2.1k
pt 1 // pt 2 // pt 3 // pt 4 // pt 5 // pt 6 //
→ song of the chapter: i don’t believe them by dresses
→ *i was thinking of doing a jongdae witch!au or parent!au?? i have a really good idea formed for both so hmu and let me know

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Perfect.

Originally posted by supernaturaldaily


Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k (way longer than I expected)

Warnings: angst, heartbreak, teenage love, sacrifice

Prompt: Song fic for Ed Sheeran’s ‘Perfect’, set from pre-series to season 5 finale.

Author’s Note: So this is my first ever fanfic, I just was listening to Ed’s album and this though popped into my head so I said to myself, “Fuck it.” I figured other Sam girls may appreciate this so if it’s alright let me know and maybe I’ll write more in the future! I understand this is changing some canon events, so I’m sorry in advance. Thanks for taking the time to read and have a wonderful day!!

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Little Fall of Rain Ch 2

Ch 1
Prompt: Based off the song ‘Little Fall of Rain’ from Les Miserables
Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader and Newt Scamander x Tina Goldstein
Word Count: 1184
Warnings: Some angst, flufffff

A/N: I’m so sorry this is so short, this is a bit of a filler, I promise the future chapters will make up for it though :’) thank you all so much for your love and support AND PATIENCE. <3


Just hold me now, and let it be.

Shelter me, comfort me


By the time you had found your way to Central Park, tears were already pouring down your face, strangers giving you odd looks as they passed.

Quite frankly you didn’t care. You just needed a break from Newt. There would be time to head back later. Right now all you had your mind on was how good Tina and Newt looked together.
And how he would never look at you that way.

Your notebook had been piercing your side ever since you sat down, and it was getting to be highly cumbersome. Fumbling your delicate pale hand into your left coat pocket, you pulled out your worn leather bound notebook.
You sighed softly looking down to it. It was a gift from Newt on your first trip to Ukraine, saving dragons together. The fond memory caused you to form a soft smile.

Small rain drops that had spotted your face earlier began to lash out and become more numerous as you held your notebook.

“Funny…” you thought
“It was sunny this afternoon, where on earth did all this rain come from?”

The drops fell like bullets, pulling your coat closer around you, you shoved the notebook back in your pocket. The (h/c) locks that laid on your head becoming quite soaked.

“This is convenient.” You muttered, standing up. Your tired legs leading you back to the Goldstein’s apartment.


“This was the time I had found the niffler. It was absolutely absurd!! The little rascal stole my pocket watch and then-” The door closed gently, followed by the click of a lock. Newt and Tina looked up from the scrapbook they had been observing.

“Oh, heyy- how was dinner? I hope you guys are having fun.” You shot a pain filled smile as your eyes met Newt’s, feeling the tears prick your eyes again. You couldn’t let him see you again. Not like this.

You shuffled to leave the room before you heard a shift from behind you. “(Y/N) wait… please, I think we need to talk, something is clearly wrong..” His hazel eyes met your (E/C) orbs, and before you could detest, he dragged you to your shared room and into his case.

“It’s feeding time anyways.” You chuckled at his excuse.


Sitting back on the chair Newt had left out in his workshop, you began to take notes on the random creatures that passed in front of you.

“Newt when are we going to catch these poachers and rescue the dragon” you huffed, looking up from your notebook as the freckled wizard came into sight, dusting his hands onto his pants after another day of feeding.

“Not for another day or so- I still have research to collect on those eggs I found..” he looked over you cautiously as if choosing his next words with great delicacy.

“(Y/N).. maybe.. maybe if you wanted to help me out it might go faster?..” Newt’s voice was soft but you could easily tell by the way he looked at you, he was concerned.

“Oh sure! Why not!” You saw his eyes slightly light up at your statement. “I’ll stay down here and you can go upstairs and flirt some more with Tina-”

Maybe the last sentence should have been left out?..

Newt shifted slightly, looking down. “Is it that obvious?” He laughed slightly, rubbing his neck in embarrassment.

Yeah should have left it out

You felt your chest tighten as you looked to his mesmerizing hazel eyes, and his freckles so scattered they could be considered constellations.

If one thing was clear it was that you loved this man.

Which is why you couldn’t believe what had come out of your mouth next.

“Newt-” you smiled softly “I hope it all works out for you”

Your smile was quickly reciprocated with a large hug. Newt’s arms wrapped around you and you could feel his strength, but also his gentleness. His heart beat hit your chest in cascades as you pulled him closer and for a moment, it seemed as though he might have been yours. For a moment, everything was okay.

“Thank you (Y/N)”


When the two of you had reached the kitchen, you were met with Queenie, Jacob, tea, and a tray full of goodies. Your eyes lit up as you gazed at all the treats. Newt would never bring these sort of treats into the case for fear of the creatures getting a hold of them, so they were a rare commodity.

“Queenie.. Jacob.. you didn’t have to go out of your way for us!” A gentle smile formed on your face, when Queenie came towards you, a warm cup of tea in hand.

“Oh nonsense sweetie! You two have been through so much already” she didn’t allow you to start your protests before sitting you and Newt down at the table while Jacob watched with pride.

“There’s lots to choose from ya’ know? Most are some we’re tryin’ out for the shop so tell us if you like em’ alright?” Jacob shot a large smile to you and Newt who seemed to be in awe at the spread that was laid out for the two of you.

Queenie gave you a quick peck on the cheek before lowering her voice. “Honey, I’ll leave you two be. If you need anything let me know m’kay?” She looked to you, her eyes filled with pity, and it was almost too easy to read what was going on, although it was much too late to protest. All you could simply do was smile, nod, and thank her for the tea as she left the room.

“So when are you gonna tell her?” You broke the silence in the room after they left, Newt tilting his crumb-covered face towards you. A snicker escaped your lips upon seeing his reaction, though, he must’ve noticed your gaze, for he was quick to wipe his face.

“Ah- yes well you see.. I haven’t uh..” Newt rubbed his neck slightly, glancing up to you, flustered. “I wanted to ask for your advice on that..” his voice became quiet as he spoke, not looking up, as he was afraid you might reject the idea.

“I can give you advice” you flinched at your words

“In exchange for you helping me to get more information on those poachers instead of those damn eggs” a short breath escaped your throat. It seemed like a fair trade. Maybe?

“Done”

The shortness in his tone made you jump, causing you to drop your eclair. Newt broke into a sudden fit of giggles upon frightening you, his freckles tightening to form small wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. You laughed as well, simply taking a moment to admire this man’s beauty.

If Tina made Newt so happy you thought, then you would do everything you could to protect them, because if Newt would be happy, then Merlin so would you.

It was only a few short moments a crash came from the inside of one of the rooms, a high pitched scream and your (e/c) orbs immediately met Newt’s.

“Tina”


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Girlfriend Amber

Originally posted by jinlie

  • to sum up dating amber in one word?
  • FUN
  • like, really, really fun!!
  • of course you two argue sometimes and you take naps and cuddle and do boring chores but amber manages to make everything super fun at the same time (somehow????)
  • and prepare to be smothered in love and affection
  • of course, amber is a warm fluffy person anyway so she’s like that w everyone
  • hope you’re not the jealous type btw
  • she’s very loving and touchy with everyone
  • EVERYONE
  • but her love and affection towards you is different
  • less playful, more meaningful
  • especially in private, since she’s conscious of not only the cameras but also the fact that most people don’t appreciate too much pda
  • however, it would probably be hard to tell if amber had a crush on you unless she actually states it
  • like I’ve said, she’s a friendly girl
  • so you don’t read too much into her hugs or playful butt slaps because she’s like that w everyone
  • amber knows she can’t wait for you to make the move, because you’re so oblivious to her flirting. so she approaches you one day after practice like
  • “oh, hey, how you doing? I just wanna ask if you want to grab a bite to eat?”
  • “yeah, sure! are any of the other girls coming?”
  • she tries to play it cool, chuckling a little. “nah. it wouldn’t be a date if they all tagged along, you know. so what do you feel like? there’s a great Mexican place just down the road …”
  • and there was no official asking out either
  • you two were watching tv and a commercial for couples rings came on. you made some smart remark about the cheesiness and amber says
  • “but I think some can be pretty cute. wouldn’t you like one? to show everyone that we’re a couple? I mean, we’ve been dating for a while”
  • but you didn’t get the memo!
  • “oh, really? since when?!”
  • so sometimes, the stories you tell your friends differentiate because she sees things differently
  • at sm parties, someone might ask how long you two have been together and at the same time you both say:
  • “nine months”
  • “a year and a half”
  • and either you have the anniversary date wrong (“well, I’m sorry, okay! it’s not my fault you didn’t actually ask me out officially!”) or amber’s counting from the day she asked you out in her head, not that time with the couple ring commercial when it became unofficially official
  • because, still, she hasn’t asked you out properly
  • cheesy times where you’re at a karaoke bar and drunk amber shouts “this song is dedicated to my bae! bae, where you at? OH! there s/he is! hiding under the table, look at her/him! so cute!”
  • then proceeds to belt out the most cringy kdrama song
  • without needing the lyrics, mind you
  • amber knows all the words
  • all of them
  • but her drunk song dedication shows how she always thinks of you & wants you to be happy
  • and she doesn’t show her love too much in words (although she does tell you plenty of times a day “I love you”)
  • but its her actions that count most
  • “are you tired? why don’t you let me do that”
  • “we’re out of chocolate? do you want me to pick up some on my way home?”
  • “let me do the dishes tonight, babe. you’ve been doing them all week!”
  • and fx’s fans are mostly pretty cool that their sexy llama has found love
  • and even other idols ship you two
  • super junior are huge promoters of your ship
  • with the ladies of f(x) being close seconds
  • and got7 are fighting for third place with snsd
  • I mean, you’re pretty sure they ship you with amber even more than you do

Originally posted by quietlim

For the Love of My Life- Part 1

Characters: reader, Tony, Bucky, Steve, Sam (mentioned)

Summary: Modern AU. Reader is a young actress in her first big role when a man from her past offers a chance to fix her biggest regrets. 

Song Inspiration: Cleopatra by The Lumineers

Warnings: drinking and sex mentions, fluff, mention of death, bit of angst.

Word Count: 3,278

A/N: This story gripped me tight and wouldn’t let go from the instant I thought of the opening scene. It took on a life of its own and I’m kinda in love with how it’s turned out? I really hope you like it. Part 2 (of 2) will be posted tomorrow or the next day, I promise! It just got way too long. Oops. :D 

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Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

“Cleo….my darling, lovely Cleo. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” the man asked in earnest, hope shining in his eyes.

Arm draped over your eyes as you lie on the couch, you lifted it to see the man on one knee before you. Your eyes briefly flitted to the small velvet box in his hand.

“No,” deadpan expression upon your face.

“What?”

“I said ‘no’. For the fourth time, no I will not marry you, Tony!”

“Why not? And please, call me Antony.”

“No.”

“Okay.”

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Let Me Show You - Stiles *SMUT*

Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Em7vc8NWUNY

Word count: 2,571

Request: I was wondering if you could maybe write a smut where the reader is Stiles/Dylans (I don’t really care) best friend since like forever and she’s been in love with with since him for a long time but never told him because she’s not skinny and think he’s way to good for her or something like that.

A/N: I really liked this request and it took me a while to figure out how I wanted to write this. I feel like this is a very important topic to write about, no body should feel ashamed of how they look. Everyone is beautiful inside and out no matter what size or color. We shouldn’t feel the need to change the way we look sue to society’s views or for what other people think or say about us. If we want to change it should be OUR decision to do so cuz WE want to. Anyways, I really hope you enjoy this. And thank you again anon for the request.

Originally posted by kalifornia---dreaming



“Oh my god, Skye, hurry up! We’ve been in here for ages,” Stiles groaned from outside the dressing room. I rolled my eyes at his impatience, doesn’t he understand that a girl needs to find the right dress?

“Stiles, I only have two more dresses to try on and if they’re not it I’ll come back tomorrow with Lydia. So, stop you whining.”

I heard him mumble something under his breath before I opened the door and stepped out, “Well?”

He looked at me up and down before shaking his head, “Green is not your color.”

I sighed and went back inside, “Why don’t you chose that blue one that I liked?”

“Stiles you only liked that dress because of the color, the style was horrendous.” I huffed as I struggled to put on this little black dress.

“But, it’s one of the colors of the Mets!”

I opened the door, “Hence the only reason as to why you like it. So, what about this one.”

Stiles’ eyes widened, “Uh, I don’t think so. It’s too short. No way.”

“But I actually like this one.”

“Skye. I don’t want my best friend to wear that to homecoming, all the guys will get the wrong idea.. No.” I could hear the seriousness in his voice, so I let it go.

‘If only you thought of more than just your best friend,’ I thought.

Closing the door, I looked at the last dress I had to try on, ironically Stiles was the one to chose it. After I struggled to get it on, I looked at myself in the mirror and my eyes widened. It was a beautiful ruby red, high-low dress that had silver embroidering in the chest area. The dress actually flattered my curves that I hated and made my legs look fabulous. I was in love.

Holding my breath, I opened the door. Stiles was busy playing Candy Crush on his phone, “Stupid fishes never go where I need them to go.”

“Ahem.”

Stiles looked up and his jaw dropped. “Say something,” I whispered.

“Skye, you look. Wow, um the dress is. Wow,” he scratched the back of his neck and cleared his throat. “The dress looks nice on you. That’s definitely the one.”

I frowned ‘nice’? That’s it? Clearing my thoughts, I smiled, “I’m buying it!”

“Thank God!” I rolled my eyes.

Once, I was back in my regular clothes and out of the dressing room, I told Stiles to wait for me outside while I paid. Waiting in line I saw, Tina, the evil bitch from school enter the store followed by her little groupies. When she saw me, an evil smirk graced her face and she came up to me.

“Hey, Skye.”

“What do you want, Tina?”

“Ouch. I just wanted to ask you a question,” she batted her fake eyelashes at me innocently.

“Well, with your low IQ I would understand you’d have many questions in that little brain of yours, so by all means ask away.” I grinned.

Tina glared at me, before smirking again, “Are you sure you’re in the right store?”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, I’m pretty sure that there are a lot of plus size stores here at the mall,” her friends snickered. “Did you even try that poor dress on? If you did, I’m surprised it didn’t shred to pieces with all your rolls,” I felt tears begin to prickle my eyes at her words. “Or were you going to just buy it and make a ridicule of yourself at the homecoming? Trust me sweetie, it’ll look a thousand times better on me.”

“Skye, what’s taking so long,” Stiles came to my side and didn’t notice Tina until she spoke.

“Hey Stiles,” she purred at him.

“Uh, hey. Tracy, right?”

“Stiles, let’s just go,” I shoved the dress into Tina’s arms. “Keep it.”

Walking out the store, I could hear Stiles yelling after me. “Skye! Wait up! What happened in there?”

“Nothing Stiles, I just want to go home.”

“But what about-”

“Stiles, just let it go okay! Dammit!” His eyes widened, I don’t think I’ve ever yelled at him. But, Tina’s words kept replaying in my head and I just wanted to bury myself ten feet underground.

We made our way to his jeep in silence and the ride home was awfully awkward. I knew Stiles was worried by the glances he would make my way, but I didn’t dare look his way. Driving into my driveway, I quickly unbuckled and jumped out, “Thanks Stiles.” I walked into the house without looking back.


An hour had passed and my phone was blasting with messages and missed calls from Stiles. Why couldn’t he understand that I didn’t want to talk to anyone? At one point I had to put my phone on vibrate, but even that wasn’t enough. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and answered, “Stiles, I don’t want to talk about it, okay?”

“I’m sorry but do I sound like a Stiles to you?”

My eyes widened, “Oh shit, sorry Lyds, I didn’t know it was you.”

“Obviously,” she sighed. “Skye, what’s wrong? Stiles just called me ten minutes ago, freaking out cause you won’t answer his calls or texts.”

I sighed, besides Stiles, Lydia was my second closest friend and she was the only one who knew my feeling towards Stiles and how I felt about how I looked. “It was Tina.”

“What did that bitch do now?” Her voice sounded deadly quiet. If you think Lydia screaming is scary, then wait till she speaks dangerously low. Laying back on my bed and told her about my whole encounter with Tina.

“SHE SAID WHAT?!” I winced and pulled my phone away from my ear.

“Geez, Lyds. Easy with the banshee screaming, will ya?”

“I can’t believe her! The nerve, just wait till I see her tomorrow-”

“No! Lyds, please don’t, it’ll only make things worse. You know she’s always had it out for me.”

“Yeah and like I always say, it’s because of Stiles,” I groaned, not this again. “She’s always had a crush on him as long as you and Stiles have been best friends. She’s jealous of the attention he gives you and the way he looks at you.”

“Lydia, how many times do I have to tell you? Stiles doesn’t like me, he views me like a little sister and that’s it.”

“But-”

“No, Lydia please just drop it. I’ve had a really long day and I just want to go to bed, okay?”

She sighed, “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Maybe. I kind of snapped at Stiles earlier and don’t want to face him yet. I might skip”

“Skye, you know he’ll forgive you no matter what. But, alright. Goodnight sweetie.”

“Night Lyds. And thank you.”

“Anytime.”


The next day I skipped. I didn’t feel like running into Tina in the hallways and have her laugh at me again. Call me a coward, but she just knows all the right buttons to push and points out every single one of my flaws. And I didn’t want to Stiles to see me like this, a total mess. I was in bed watching Netflix on my laptop, when I heard the doorbell ring. Frowning, I looked at the time and saw it was only twelve.

Making my way to the door, I opened it to see it was Stiles. He was just standing there with his hands behind his back and a sheepish smile on his face, “Hey.”

I felt my lower lip tremble and I threw my arms around his neck, “I’m so sorry.”

His arms went around me and I felt like I was in my safe haven, “Shh, it’s okay. I’m not mad, Lydia told me what happened.”

“Of course she did.”

He pulled back to look at me and smiled, “It’s not her fault, I wouldn’t leave her alone until she told me.”

I laughed, “You’re such an annoying pest, Stilinski.”

Stiles shrugged, “What can I say? It’s my specialty.”

I giggled and noticed he had something in his hand, “What’s in the bag?”

He smirked, “Let’s go upstairs,” grabbing my hand he practically dragged me into my room. “Close your eyes.” Huffing, I did as he said and heard him take something out the bag.

“Open.”

Opening my eyes, the first thing I saw was Stiles looking more nervous than usual, but something red hanging from my closet door caught my eye. Turning my head I gasped, it was the dress.

“Put it on.”

I shook my head, “I can’t Stiles. It doesn’t look good on me.”

“Skye, I said put it on,” his voice was commanding and it was a side of him I rarely saw. It turned me on immensely.

Grabbing the dress, I slowly made my way to the bathroom and changed. Looking in the mirror, I didn’t see the same beautiful girl with this dress like yesterday, instead I saw a silly girl with hideous curves and thick legs. The door opened and Stiles came in and stood behind me.

“What do you see,” he rasped in my ear as he held onto my waist.

My throat was dry as I whispered, “Nothing.”

His grip on my waist tightened, “Do you know what I see? I see a beautiful girl who doesn’t know just how much of a goddess she is.”

I scoffed, “A goddess? Stiles, are you blind? I’m no goddess. I’m not petite or perfect like Lydia. I’m not flawlessly beautiful like Alisson. I’m not cute like Kira. And I’m not exotic like Malia with legs that go on for days. I have scar on my body from all the battles we’ve been through. I have awful curves.”

Stiles abruptly turned me around so I was facing him, “You’re right, you’re nothing like them.” I looked down, but he gripped my chin to make me face him again, “You’re so much more than them. Skye, you’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. My heart stops whenever I look at you, when you smile or laugh I swear the day gets brighter. You’re scars make you a survivor - no a warrior and when you look at them you should feel proud for the battles you’ve won.” My heart began to beat faster and I felt as if I couldn’t breath. “I didn’t want you to wear that black dress, cause of how sexy you looked and I knew you’d be turning heads left and right. And I should’ve told you how flawless you looked in this dress.”

Tears welled up in my eyes as he leaned down to kiss my cheek, “I don’t know why you wear all those unflattering hoodies and hide your sexy body. You’re curves aren’t awful, god they turn me on so much.” His fingers went to the back zipper and he slowly began to pull down.

“Stiles?”

“Let me show you,” he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine, the zipper stopped. “Let me show you how beautiful you really are.” His lips crashed onto mine and I groaned at the feeling. My arms went to the back of his neck and I gripped hard onto his hair.

“That’s right baby, give me everything.”

“Shut up and kiss me,” I panted.

“My pleasure,” he growled before smashing his lips back to mine. His hands slipped from my waist to my ass, groping it hard and making me gasp aloud. Stiles slipped his tongue into my mouth and began to fight with mine for dominance, I quickly gave up and moaned as he sucked my tongue into his mouth. I could feel his hard dick poking my side and my poor panties were soaked. Breaking away from his lips for air, he continued to kiss me all over my face; eyes, nose, cheeks, forehead, chin and down my neck. His hands went to the top of the dress and tugged making it pool around my feet and I was left in only my underwear. He pulled away from me and his eyes darkened even more, but I suddenly felt so exposed with my body and scars on display, I tried to cover myself.

Quickly, Stiles grabbed onto my wrists and pulled them to my sides, “Don’t you dare, Skye. Don’t you hide from me.” He reached behind me and unclasped my bra, slowly kissing and sliding the straps down my shoulders. Looking into my eyes, Stiles gently grabbed my left arm and softly kissed at a bite I got from an omega werewolf. I whimpered at how gentle he was being with me and I needed him.

As if reading my mind, Stiles lead me back to my room and laid me on my bed. Hovering over me he began to kiss every inch of my body, he stopped when he reached the stab wound I received on my right side and softly traced it with his fingers. His lips continued their descent all the way to my legs and then back up to where my soaking panties were.

“Mmmm, so wet for me baby?” I bit my lip and groaned in reply as he ripped them off.

The sight of Stiles head on between my legs, made me wetter than I already was. Suddenly his head dipped lower and his tongue was lapping up my pussy juices. “Fuck Stiles!”

“You like that baby? You like my tongue buried in your wet juicy pussy? Fuck you taste delicious.” Stiles began to eat me out like a starved man and I couldn’t get enough of it.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head at the pleasure his sinful tongue was giving me, “Oh, god!” I yelled out and gripped onto the sheets as I came on his tongue.

Breathing hard he kissed me on the lips and I moaned as I tasted myself. Stiles got up and stripped himself of all his clothes, reaching my hand out I gripped his hard dick and began to stroke. But, he stopped me and softly kissed my lips, “This is about you baby, all about you.”

“I need you Stiles, please.”

He climbed back on top of me, “You have me Skye, always have, always will,” and he slowly entered me.

Finally, we were one and the feeling was surreal. Slowly he began to move and we both groaned at the delicious friction being made. “Fuck, Stiles. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too baby, me too. God, you’re so tight. So beautiful.” He began to move faster and my legs wrapped themselves around his waist pulling him deeper into me. Stiles began to hit all the right spots and I was seeing stars.

“Stiles!”

“That’s it baby, cum for me. Fuck,” his movements became sloppy and then he became still as he came.

We laid in bed for a while, snuggled up in each other’s arms.

“Stiles?”

“Hmm.”

“Thank you.”

He looked down at me,“For what?”

“For everything. For always being there for me and making me feel special and loved. I love you so much.”

“Skye, I’ll always be here for you. And remember that I will always love you, no matter what.” Stiles leaned down and softly kissed me.

“I just realized something,” I said.

“What?”

“That now I need to go shoe shopping,” I giggled as Stiles groaned and covered his face.

Close - Stiles Stilinski Imagine (SMUT)

Request (anon): Can you do an imagine based on the Song close by nick jonas ft. tove lo? with Stiles pls???

A/N: Thank you for the wonderful request, I hope this is what you were hoping for. Please let me know what you guys think, I´d love to know! I really enjoyed writing this one and got a little carried away, so yeah, it´s really long.
I hope you guys like it! Enjoy!

[Masterlist]

Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Note: A song inspired imagine, fluff and smut
Warning: SMUT! Swearing?
Word count: 2396
Inspired by:  Nick Jonas - Close ft. Tove Lo  

“She´s upstairs.” Your mom said to the brown haired boy standing at the doorway before leaving the house to do some grocery shopping. He nodded with a smile then made his way up to your room.

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I never count the chronicles of Cisco as 100% canon because it’s really cheesy and over exaggerated but the last few lines of it killed me
‘Caitlin’s my best friend and she’s always there for me. Who needs bad romance and sad songs when you have true friendships like that?’
Like he loves her so much and in a way she’s his light in the dark and now he has to lose her too. Can the writers just let Cisco recover and not push more heartache on him.

M r   M a r c h’ s   M i x t a p e: p l ay [x]

Amen - Halestorm // Another World - The Vamps // At The Bottom - Brand New // Avril 14th. - Aphex Twin // Back To Black (feat. Andre 3000) - Beyonce // Bad Guy - 3OH!3 // Bad Romance - Lady Gaga // Because We Can - Moulin Rouge // Better Than I Know Myself - Adam Lambert // Blackout The Sun - Darren Hayes // Bills, Bills, Bills - Destiny’s Child // Blurred Lines - Glee Cast // Breaking The Habit - Linkin Park // Busy - Olly Murrs // Candyman - Christina Aguilera //  Can’t Help Falling In Love - Twenty One Pilots // Candles - Hey Monday // Cold As Ice -  Foreigner // Come What May - Moulin Rouge // Complainte de la Butte - Moulin Rouge // Crash Into Me - Dave Matthews Band // Crazy - Daniela Andrade // Crazy = Genius - Panic! At The Disco // Creep - Radiohead // Desire - Meg Myers // Diablo - Simon Curtis // Diamond Dogs - Moulin Rouge // Don’t Go Breaking My Heart - Elton John // El Tango de Roxanne - Moulin Rouge // Everytime We Touch - Cascada // Faithfully - Journey // Fairly Local - Twenty One Pilots // Falling In - Lifehouse // Fuck Me Like You Hate Me - Seether // Gasoline - Halsey // Gold Dust Woman - Fleetwood Mac // Hard To Please - State Champs // Heart Shaped Box - Nirvana // Hello, I Love You - The Doors // Hooked On A Feeling - Blu Swede // How To Hide Your Feelings - Man Overboard // How You Remind Me - Nickelback // I Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing - Aerosmith // I Want It - Viv and The Revival // I Want It That Way - Backstreet Boys // If You Wanted A Song Written About You - Mayday Parade // It’s Not Right, But It’s Okay - Whitney Houston // James (Never Change) - Allstar Weekend // Kiss You Inside Out - Hedley // Kiss Me Slowly - Parachute // Left Hand Free - alt-j // Leavin’ - Jesse McCartney // Let It Whip - Pitch Perfect // Lullaby - The Spill Canvas // Mr. Jones - Counting Crows  // Mr. Wonderful - Allstar Weekend // Next Contestant - Nickelback // Oh Death - Jen Titus // Only Over You - Fleetwood Mac // Paris (Oh La La) - Grace Potter And The Nocturnals // Peach - The Front Bottoms // The Pretender - Foo Fighters // Push - Matchbox 20 // Quicksand - The Story So Far // Raise Your Glass - P!nk // The Reason - Hoobastank // The Ruler and The Killer - Kid Cudi // Run This Town (feat. Rhianna) - Jay-Z // Say No To This - Hamilton // She’s So High - Tal Bachman // Silver Lining - Neck Deep // Since U Been Gone - Pitch Perfect // Stick Around - State Champs // Take A Bow - Rhianna // Torn - Natalie Imbruglia // Toxic - Britney Spears // West Coast - The Neighbourhood // What Did You Expect? - Neck Deep // What Goes Around…Comes Around - Justin Timberlake

charlieweesley  asked:

favourite poem and poet?

Hi I love you. Poetry!!

As far as today’s poets, I am a big fan of Christopher Poindexter and Tyler Kent White. But my all time favorite poet is Elizabeth Barrett Browning (you may know “How do I love thee, let me count the ways…”) but my favorite is this:

Sonnet 21 - Say Over Again, And Yet Once Over Again
XXI

Say over again, and yet once over again,
That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated
Should seem ‘a cuckoo-song,’ as thou dost treat it,
Remember, never to the hill or plain,
Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain
Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed.
Beloved, I, amid the darkness greeted
By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt’s pain
Cry, 'Speak once more—thou lovest! 'Who can fear
Too many stars, though each in heaven shall roll,
Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year?
Say thou dost love me, love me, love me—toll
The silver iterance!—only minding, Dear,
To love me also in silence with thy soul.

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I love how you can experience a song in so many different ways. There’s listening to it in bed with the lights out and headphones in. There’s blasting it in the car on a sunny day with the windows down. There’s playing it in your room when it’s raining and you’re just existing. There’s hearing it out a party and dancing like no one is around… And each of those experiences is different. I love music.

lyric based inbox starters.

below is a collective amount of random lyric starters based off of songs from artists kendrick lamar, a.s.a.p rocky, miguel, sza, schoolboy q, and j cole.

Why you wanna see a good man with a broken heart?  
 Cause I could speak the truth and I know the world would unravel  
I pray my experience helps you  
Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon’ be alright  
If I got it then you know you got it, Heaven, I can reach you  
Lovin’ me is complicated  
All night laying verses though I’d rather lay with you  
Put my tongue in different places, play a game of Operation  
Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit  
I see qualities in a bad girl, I know that ass you got come with attitude  
I need my bread off the top   
What you talkin’ ‘bout if it ain’t 'bout the money?  
Even when the sky comes falling, even when the sun don’t shine, I got faith in you and I  
I taste you in infinite colors  
Don’t you ever—don’t you let nobody tell you different baby  
  These lips can’t wait to taste your skin  
  Feel like I’ve known you for so long  
  I don’t wanna be loved, I just wanna quickie   
  Bitch I’m flipping work, hand in hand, I think they call it trappin’   
  Fuck Jiggy, I’m flawless, fuck pretty, I’m gorgeous   
  I look for ways to say, “I love you”, but I ain’t into makin’ love songs   
  All I wanna see is green faces, all I wanna count is green numbers   
  I ain’t never lookin’ for no handouts   
  What’s this I see?, hittas tryna act like G’s   
  Freedom ain’t real, who’s sold you that lie?   
  Was it worth it? Would you do it again? Aren’t you tired of always making amends?   
  Said you’ll never do me wrong? Guess we see how that plays out   
  Remember me for who I was not who I am   
  Close your eyes let go and count to ten   
  You don’t even know me, you think you know me   
    First things first rest in peace Uncle Phil   
    I figured “Fuck it. It’s a couple hoes here.”   
    Now if you only had one wish is it devious?   
    You stuck around even when the world frowned on me   
    I love you like the bad kid love breakin’ shit   
    I’m in your city and I’m wonderin’ if you’re home now   

Request: Little Things

Request: Could you do one where it’s Sam and the reader dating and idk maybe she’s feeling down about herself or something but base it off the song “Little Things” by One Direction? That would be awesome P.S. I LOVE your blog :)

Word Count: 839

So… this went a little bit differently. I’ve never done something like this before. Let me know what you think, because I quite enjoyed writing it! Thank you so much, and have a fantastic day<3

Dear Y/N,

I’m not so good with words. I know I’m not as emotionally constipated as my brother, but it doesn’t make big, impassioned speeches any easier. I guess it’s just not my thing. But maybe this is better, because this way, you get to have a copy of these words to read whenever you need to; a reminder that these things are true, even when you can’t believe them for yourself.

The first time I caught you staring in the mirror, tears rolling down your cheeks, I was… surprised. Confused. I didn’t understand (and still don’t) how you could look at your body and see anything but pure, unadulterated perfection. I know I’m biased, but you should be, too.

Y/N, you’re so much more than the lines on your skin or the little bit of pudge on your belly. In fact, I happen to think that it’s the most beautiful thing in the world – because you know what I see when I look at you? I see strength. I see grace. I see a fighter who has sacrificed everything again and again and bears the marks to prove it – and that alone is enough to outweigh any photoshopped, airbrushed stick figure you see on a glossy magazine cover specifically engineered to make women like you feel bad about yourself.

Actually, that’s wrong. There are no women like you. I know for a fact that there’s no woman dumb enough to risk calling herself mine in a room full of demons. I say dumb, I mean brave, if perhaps a little reckless.

Anyhow, that’s off-track. I wanted to use this letter (on questionable motel stationery, sorry about that) to give you a list of things I love, so maybe when you’re making your own list of things you don’t like, you can have this to tip the scale. And if it isn’t enough, come and find me, because I’ll easily give you a thousand more.

I love your hands. They’re smaller and softer and more delicate, and I don’t know how you keep them so beautifully soft when all you seem to do it hold guns and knives and dig graves. The best part? They slip into my own so perfectly, like jigsaw pieces meant to fit together.

I love your eyes, and the skin that wrinkles by the sides of them when you smile. I know what you’re thinking – you’re not getting old. Those lines show that you’ve felt so much joy in your heart and soul that it’s begun to show through on your skin. Is that not pretty incredible?

Your freckles are cute, too. Like an entire galaxy; a universe on your face. And when you spend a bit of time outside, more bloom, like flowers in a meadow. I love mentally joining them up, finding new constellations every time I have the privilege of looking at your face.

I know you’ve had your problems with your image and figure in the past but like I said before, I don’t know why. You’re a woman, Y/N, you have soft curves and gentle slopes; you’re realistic and beautiful. I can carve out a hill over your hip and a valley over your waist, a map of a world I wouldn’t ever want to leave.

But it isn’t just your body that I’m so in love with. Your mind is incredible: you’re easily one of, if not the most intelligent people I know. And I know you think that you’re a little bit weird, but those quirks, it’s what makes you, you. The cup of tea before you go to bed, no matter what time of night we get home. And our little conversations in the night that you’re still asleep for, but I still remember your valiant battles with a squirrel army. And I know you hate the sound of your own voice but I think it’s the sweetest sound in the whole world. And when you’re putting on skinny jeans, that little jump-wiggle thing you do? The single most adorable thing I’ve ever witnessed.

I think what I’m trying to say here is that I love you. I love you and your heart and your soul and your body and everything in between and beyond. And I might not say it enough, but I know for sure that I feel it. And so should you.

But, after all, you wouldn’t be my Y/N if you weren’t a stubborn thing. I’m entirely sure that you’ll disregard this as the ramblings of an obsessed, devoted boyfriend. But you know what? It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. I know you’ll never love yourself like I love you; you’ll never treat yourself right, but I don’t care. I love you enough for the both of us. And I’ll be damned if I ever do anything but treat you like the goddess you are.

Yours forever,

Sam

PS. I’m leaving a chocolate bar with this. Eat it.

PPS. Really.

PPPS. Eat the damn chocolate, Y/N. Then come here and kiss me.

Unsteady//S.R

“If you love me, don’t let go. If you love me, don’t let go Hold, hold on, hold onto me 'Cause I’m a little unsteady”

//Loosely Based of the song Unsteady by X Ambassadors\

warnings: Brief use of Language, violence, blood, death

word count: 1,175


“I can’t hold them off much longer” I screamed out blinking away the blood that trickled into my eyes as i continued to punch and kick my way through the sworn of enemies who had me surrounded. I could hear Steve calling my name as he fought his way through the crowd, his vibranium shield clashing against the floor as he’s knocked onto his back his head coming in contact with the slick road as a deafening crack echoed through the noisy streets. I let out a shrill shriek as i watch the masked figure loom over him a gun securely in his grip pointing directly at the man i had spent 2 years my life loving and cherishing. 

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losing sleep over u. (listen)

i made a klance playlist!

i got carried away and wrote a messy ass description for why i associate some these songs with klance too so if u wanna read it …..i’ll put it under a readmore :)

also i had 2 more songs on there but for some reason they won’t publish on 8racks :/ if u wanna listen..

they are crystalised by the xx and the way by kehlani ft. chance the rapper

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“Our Little World” and Familial Relationships 11x06

“Our Little World” from the Sondheim musical Into the Woods, is a duet between Rapunzel and her adoptive wicked mother, the Witch. Rapunzel, kept locked in the tower, is “protected” but also a prisoner. She is in an unhealthily co-dependent relationship with her mother-figure and the song is their (creepy) duet about that relationship – about their world together in the tower where Rapunzel is kept under lock and key.

“Nothing’s so distressing, though
Rapunzel as when they keep you guessing, so
Be sure you don’t leave any jars ajar.
Make a little world.
Our little world
is big enough for me–
perfect.
Our little world
is all it needs to be–
perfect!
Our little world
is perfect!”

Clearly, “perfect” is a refrain which the song’s subtext deconstructs – this is, in fact, a very unhealthy state of being.

Robert Berens’ episode “Our Little World” highlights a number of similar captor/captive “familial” relationships.

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Mini Story

Title: For everything you are
Word count: 515
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Theme Song(s): Let me love you (until you learn to love yourself)  (Glee Version) and All of me (also Glee Version)

Your (y/e/c) eyes are so beautiful. Do you know how beautiful your eyes are (y/n)? I could stare at them forever. Get lost in the sign of them for hours. 
And your smile. I love seeing you being happy. I love bringing a smile to your face, because our life gets way to serious and sad most of the time.
The fact that you even laugh at the stupiest jokes I tell you makes me smile everytime. 
And the fact that you look out for me.
I know you think I wouldn’t notice, but I do and I really appreciate it. 
All the times you took research away from me so I could get my “four hours” of sleep only for you to put off my alarm. 
But how can I be angry about that when I wake up to your frame pressed agains mine. 
I should not forget to mention your cute morning face. I know how much you hate early hunts but I just love your reaction to waking up so early in the morning.
Your hair sticking out in all directions, eyes still half-closed. These are the moments when I realize how much I love you and how greatful I am for having you in my life.
I even love you for your nightly showers. 
You are the only person I know, who takes showers at 3 am in the freaking morning but that’s okay for me, because that’s just you.
I know you hate the attention of other people on you but you look so free while singing and dancing to your favourite songs (yeah I catched you and I’m sorry but I was curious and I just love your singing voice.)
And I don’t mind you taking my food. I even started making two sandwiches in the morning so you would always be able to take one of them.

You bended down and took the last of so many cards you had found on your way into the library and which Sam had written to you, into your hands and started reading it.

(y/n) I know you sometimes feel like you don’t deserve the love that is given to you but I love you for everything you are.
Just let me love and I will love you until you learn to love yourself.
All the perfect imperfections that make you you … I wouldn’t want it any other way. 

Tears blurred your sight as someone walked into the library.
You looked up, only to find your boyfriend smiling at you, holding a beautiful rose in his hands.
“Sam…” but he just took your hands in his and pulled you into a loving hug.
“I mean everything (y/n). You deserve all the love and all the flowers…”
Sam gave you a short peek on the lips and brought the rose into your sight. “…given to you.”
“I love you Sam, more than anything. Thank you so much.”
“I love you more.” your boyfriend whispered against your lips before kissing you again.
And he put all the love he had into it.


Devoted to all the people who think they aren’t enough.
Being you would always be enough to Sam Winchester