or if you want to tell me which one you prefer

anonymous asked:

If it's no trouble could you write one night stand prompt 17 for Fraxus? Preferably with Freed as the criminal if that's okay. ^-^ Love your fanfics!

17. Character A is watching the news in the morning and discovers Character B is a wanted criminal.

I thought it would be interesting to write this from Freed’s POV! So, here we go. Sorry for the long wait!

Baby, tell me where you wanna run, run. ‘Cause I’ve been burning like the morning sun. Take my hand, you can burn this city with me.

;A Change Of Plans

To call this a one night stand would be a grave miscalculation on Freed’s part. It was never a one night stand with Laxus. It was a two night stand. A three night stand. A weekend in a hotel. A week holed up in the bar – which was, coincidentally, the location of their recent rendezvous. But never, in the two years of meeting one another, had this been a one time thing. 

It was strange, almost magnetic, that Freed couldn’t seem to let go. This relationship, their nights of intimacy, had been a means to an end. He needed money. That’s all. Bickslow and Evergreen were counting on him. He would seduce Laxus, get what he needed, then leave. The Dreyar’s had enough to go around. Fairy Tail made enough profit to feed a starving village for years and still pay its employees a fat wad of cash at the end of each month.

But things weren’t going to plan. 

Fastening the buttons of his duffle coat, Freed shivered against the morning chill. Across the room, Laxus hopped into the leg of his pants and propped himself up against the bar, where he began to fidget with the dust that had gathered there over the weekend. Two nights he’d been closed. The employees hadn’t questioned the sudden vacation, but it was enough to rouse the suspicion of his regulars. It hadn’t seemed to matter, though. Not when the two of them were tangled in each others arms, erasing the world they lived in.

Freed’s mind reached back to the night before. Laxus was a passionate lover. The shape of his calloused hands left impressions on Freed’s skin wherever they touched. Every inch of flesh had been covered by those hands. Freed shivered again, but not because of the cold. Visions of Laxus above him, sweat dripping from his temples, gaze filled with sparks of lightning, sent his mind reeling into enticing thoughts. He could still taste Laxus’ lips on his own. 

What started as a physical relationship had become something deeper. When they kissed, when Laxus gazed into his eyes, there was something amiss in Freed’s soul. Something different. He sympathised with Laxus. Sympathised with his loneliness. He’d shut everyone out. Freed was all he had. Maybe it didn’t have to be like that. Maybe he and Laxus could…

Freeing his hair from the back of his coat, Freed winced at the sting of pain accompanying the motion. Laxus had bitten him again. Hard. It was always that way with him – there was a hunger, a hatred, that festered inside the man. A need to be strong. He was cruel and cold on the outside. Had been since his grandfather passed away. It showed in their love making, if Freed was able to call it that. What used to be gentle, perhaps even cautious, had become savage and beast-like. Laxus was a dominant man. The evidence was in Freed’s limbs, which ached from their long night on the bar…and the tables…and the floor. 

Taking a bottle from a shelf behind the bar, Laxus popped the lid and started downing the remainder of its contents. Freed reached across the bar to snatch the bottle away.

‘Drinking yourself to death won’t bring your grandfather back,’ Freed scolded.

Laxus winced at the admonition. It was the truth. And the truth hurt. ‘And holin’ myself up in here will?’

‘No,’ Freed admitted. ‘But you feel better, don’t you?’

‘So, are you ever going to tell me your name?’ Laxus asked.

Freed’s cheeks flushed. ‘Isn’t it better this way? There’s a layer of mystery.’

‘Hardly,’ Laxus scoffed. ‘You know mine. I should know yours.’

Hitting the button on a television set up on the edge of the bar, Laxus circled around and eased himself up onto a nearby stool. Laxus wasn’t very good at small talk. Conversations scarcely ever turned serious. Freed took this time to search for the remainder of his clothes.  More specifically, his pants. Spotting them under a table, Freed bent to retrieve them from the floor.

Wanted for questioning: The Raijinshuu, a group of two men and one female. The leader, a man with long green hair, was recently spotted heading out of–

Freed’s fingers locked suddenly around the waist of his pants. Laxus was standing behind him, the remote still clenched in one hand. His shadow wavered in the morning sunlight that spilled in through the high-raised windows. 

‘I can explain…’ Freed began.

‘I’m not here to judge.’

Freed’s heart skipped a beat. He straightened to confront the man standing behind him. His eyes were free of judgement. 

‘What?’ It was all Freed could think to say. 

‘I don’t think you’d be goin’ around causing trouble if you didn’t need to,’ Laxus said.

Freed was at a loss for words.

‘You don’t say much,’ he went on, ‘And you’re always buried in a book of some kind, but, it ain’t hard to tell you’re in trouble. You’re protecting your family, aren’t you? I’d do the same.’

A wash of relief spread throughout Freed’s body. Tears came unbidden to his eyes. For a moment, everything but Laxus blurred out of sight. He’d never seen anything quite as gentle as the sincerity in the other man’s eyes. 

‘Bring ‘em here,’ he said, catching Freed off guard.

Freed’s arms went limp at his sides.

‘Bring ‘em here – to Fairy Tail.’ 

I hate the way we can’t just like or dislike things anymore. Everything has to be a debate. If you dislike a thing, you have to prove that it’s objectively bad, preferably by calling it whatever-ist or whatever-phobic. And if you like a thing, you better be prepared to defend that preference against people who’ll tell you it’s whatever-ist or whatever-phobic.

Screw that. I like things because I like them. I dislike things because I dislike them. I don’t have to justify anything if I don’t want to, and other people sure as hell don’t have to justify anything to me. It’s okay to like different things. That’s why the world is so full of stuff, so that there’s something in it for everyone.

Merry Christmas

Jensen sighed as he plopped down on the bench in the mall. He had been here for hours, fighting through crowds, searching and scanning for anything and everything that would make a great Christmas gift for you.
You two had only been dating for 8 months, which was really nothing, but he loved you. He loved being with you and spending time with you, learning about you. You always intrigued him.

Biting his lip, he pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts before finally landing on the one he was searching for. Jared’s. He had never wanted to call your brother, but he was sure he had no other choice.
“Hey brother what’s up?” Jared asked, laughing, he could Gen in the background telling Jared to stop ramming their cart into everything.
“I need help, bro..” Jensen sighed, running his hand over his face.
“Christmas?”
“Christmas”
“Meet me at Target in 20” and then hung up, leaving Jensen in a weird and confused state.

Target wasn’t tiffany’s or Prada. You couldn’t get boots made of pure alligator skin at Target. You bough groceries at Target; but nevertheless, Jensen was at Target in 15 minutes and calling Jared.
“I’m here, man”
“Alright, we are in isle 15, better hurry before Gen moves us again” Jensen chuckled at this, knowing how impatient she could be at times.

“What the hell is this?” Jensen asked, staring into the buggy that Jared had picked out.
“This, dude, is a shopping cart filled with things your girlfriend, my sister, would love!” Jared exclaimed.
“It’s all… cheap” Jensen stared, bewildered, making Jared sigh.
“Jay, dude, come on. My sister is a pretty cheap date.”
“Yeah, I get that.. but this is.. not Christmas.” Jensen groaned, sitting across from Gen at the Starbucks.
He watched as Jared sighed and sat next to his wife.
“Dude, I know this is hard for you but..”
“Y/N isn’t like Danneel..” Gen finished, making Jared nod.
“Dannie and I are friends, and I love her still, but she is nothing like Y/N. They are on two completely different sides of the spectrum. Dannie has expensive tastes, she was born that way and she will live that way.. Y/N has never been like that.” Gen sighed, taking Jays hands in hers.
“What if she doesn’t like it? I’m terrified of losing her to some dumb Christmas present that wasn’t good enough.” Jensen admitted, his shoulders slouching.
“My sister would appreciate a waded up paper ball that has a piece of gum in it if it came from you,” Jared laughed.
“You really think she will like this stuff?” He asked, arching his eyebrow.
“I know she will, dude.”


Jensen wrapped each present nervously, scared that if he didn’t wrap it perfectly that it would cause a fight between you two. Deep down, he knew that you weren’t like that, that you couldn’t careless about how he wrapped a present, he was just conditioned to think that way over his last relationship.

Then he waited, he had seen you so many times before Christmas, the closer it got the more nervous he got. There had been several times that he almost blabbed about what he got you, but he wanted it to be a genuine surprise.
“So, Babe, do you want to open our presents here alone or would you rather take them to Jared’s and open them with everyone else?” You asked, munching on a carrot stick as Jensen cooked dinner.
He looked back at you and smiled, “uh let’s do it here, before hand”
“Mkay” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his abdomen as you laid your head on his back.
Jensen relaxed into your embrace, still not completely used to this kind of PDA in a relationship; this was something Danneel would never do.

That morning, Jensen woke up in your arms. His head was on your stomach, and his arms around your torso; one of this favorite positions. He felt your delicate fingers gently brushing through his hair, sending a shiver down his spine.
“What are you thinking about?” He asked, smiling as he looked up at you. He watched as a small smile broke from your lips, but your eyes never lost contact with the ceiling.
“Every Christmas morning, I like to kinda lay and think about things that I’m grateful for that I wasn’t last year,”
He had never expected that to come from you, but those were the words that pushed him over the edge, and made him completely and madly in love with you.
Reaching over, he cupped you face on his hand and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.
“I’m most grateful for you” you whispered, just as the kiss ended.
“I love you” he whispered, looking into your eyes.
“I love you too, Jay” nuzzling your head in his neck for a few minutes, relishing in the warmth he provided.
“You ready?” He asked, caressing your arm with his fingertips.
“Definitely”

Jensen laughed as you handed him a giant rectangular box, poorly wrapped in newspapers.
“I thought it’d be funnier than using actual wrapping paper” you admitted, making his fears of his terrible wrapping skills diminish.
He tore open the paper and ripped the tape off the box, and laughed out loud.
“Holy shit” he laughed, gently pulling it out of the box.
“No way!”
“Do you like it?” You asked, sitting next to him.
“I love it, baby” he smiled, pulling you closer and kissing you on the head.
“How’d you know I always wanted one of these?” He asked, looking at you wit complete adoration in his eyes.
“On our first date, we stayed here and watched movies and ate really bad popcorn. During the Christmas Story, I remember you telling me that you had always wanted the leg lamp since you had first seen the movie” you admitted, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Well now I feel bad about what I got you” he said, sheepishly.
“Jay, I’m sure it’s wonderful” you smiled, looking up at him.
“It’s not nearly as thoughtful as the leg lamp from the Christmas story!” He laughed, but you could tell he was nervous as he handed you one of your presents.
Smiling wildly, you pulled the wrapping paper off and squealed so loud he thought his ear drum burst.
“Oh my god, Jay I love it!” You smiled, tearing the cardboard piece off it it and wrapping it around you. It was a giant, pink and white cow print fuzzy blanket.
“Do you really?” He asked, amusement written all over his face.
“I really do” you smiled wrapping it around him as you sat in his lap.
“It really is soft” he smiled, kissing you.

After you had opened all of your presents, Jensen felt stupid for worrying that you wouldn’t like them. He laughed as you put on the shark onesie pajamas with the fuzzy reindeer socks and slid across the wooden floor and danced to Bob Seger’s “Old Time Rock & Roll.”

Jensen had loved everything you had gotten him, A membership to the Nature trail, promising him that you would hike with him for real, new boots because he had kept forgetting to buy his own and an Ugly Christmas sweater that had Rudolph on it to which you had the matching one with Clarice on it.

After you two had come back with armfuls of gifts from your friends and relatives, you collapsed on the bed next to each other.
“I almost forgot” Jensen smiled, reaching over into his bedside drawer and pulled out a small black box.
“What’s this?” You asked, smiling.
“Open it”
You gasped and looked up at him.
“Jay, they’re beautiful”
“Jared helped me with the stuff you got downstairs, I wanted to get you something that I picked.” he smiled. They were tiny blue earrings with little specs of green and white in them.
“They look like snow globes” you smiled, putting them in your ears.
“I got something else for you too” you smiled, getting up and reaching into your purse, you pulled out a small red box. Taking it from you, he pulled off the top and smiled.
“A key?” He asked, and you nodded.
“I want you to move in with me” you smiled.

In that moment you had never looked more beautiful to Jensen. Nodded slightly, he leaned over the bed and pressed a kiss to your lips.
“Of corse I’ll move in with you.”


A/N: No hate to Danneel at all! I think she is beautiful and her and Jensen are great together! I just had this on my mind and wanted to make a story of it :)

  • Thom: You can practically feel it, can't you? All that rock hanging above your head.
  • Thom: Maker, I hate fighting underground.
  • Dorian: And you wanted to become a Grey Warden?
  • Thom: Did you want to join the magisters?
  • Dorian: No, but I can’t walk away from the Magisterium. There are responsibilities I…
  • Dorian: Oh, I see. Very clever. Look at us both taking on the burdens of life, et cetera.
  • Thom: It’s not so bad. One of us will spend his life fighting against howling, relentless monsters…
  • Dorian: (sighs) And you’ll be fighting darkspawn.
  • Thom: I know which I prefer, Pavus.
  • Cassandra: Tell me, Rainier. Do you ever think about…
  • Thom: The Calling? Ending up in the Deep Roads piked on some darkspawn’s sword?
  • Thom: I talk about it with the younger recruits. Helps them get through the fear.
  • Thom: Some of them see the grey in my beard and ask what kind of old bastard joins the Wardens so late in his sorry life.
  • Cassandra: What do you tell them?
  • Thom: “Drop and give me fifty,” for starters.

I’m one of those people where if you tell me about some nerdy hobby of yours or some kind of specialized interest you are knowledgeable in I am legitimately interested. People say “heh im sure you really want to hear about this” sarcastically but no seriously I do. Please tell me about the reproductive rate of coniferous trees, tell me about the novel you’ve been working on forever, please tell me about the integration of psychology and Buddhism, tell me about which way you prefer to eat burdock root. I need to know everything.

user aesthetics

so y’all i’m so very close to reaching 5k????? which is unbelievable???????? y’all are awesome???? so i’m finally making these user aethetics that i’ve wanted to try since forever

  • mbf me, a person, or maybe just an endless loop of the last skam clip
  • reblog this post
  • send me a ★ + tell me if you have any preferences for it!! e.g., colors you like, anything that should and should not be in it, maybe a poem or quote you love that i can use idk literally anything (this will help me a lot especially if i don’t really know you!!)
  • i’m busy with uni so this may take me a lot of time??? but i wanna make all the ones that i get so just wait for it okay it’ll come

I want to start posting a multi-chapter destiel fic, but I can’t choose which one myself so please, please, help me out. Here are two small summaries of both fics I’m working on.
Could you maybe read both and tell me which one you’d prefer?
Personally, my preference goes to #2, but I also want to write something people actually want to read :’) Thank you so much <3

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Tablet Troubleshooting Tips

Because I’ve been seeing a lot of people having issues lately! I don’t know how much this will help since everyone’s setup is different, buuut~

  • First off, the big one: for Windows, there’s a nice little utility program called FixMyPen. I love this thing. A lot of tablet issues boil down to “Windows is an idiot and thinks you want to just use your tablet as a mouse”, which is like trying to use a fancy espresso machine to just make instant coffee. Or something, I don’t drink coffee. Anyway, that program will quickly tell Windows to stop being a busybody.
    EDIT: Oh yeah, make sure you run that thing as an Administrator. Otherwise, it can’t tell Windows to shove off.

  • Then, a couple Wacom-specific fixes: First, newer drivers running on windows 8 and 10 will have an option in the preferences/”properties” (under the Pen settings, then Mapping tab) called “Use Windows Ink”. It’ll be a little checkbox at the bottom. Turning that off can help.
    Secondly, you can try using the Tablet Preference File Utility to back up and then restore your settings; I’ve had that fix some sudden no-pressure problems in the past without having to restart the computer. (Just typing “Wacom” into the start menu will usually find these utilities.)

  • also Google. It’s an obvious option and can be a pain to find the right search to find solutions to your problems, but just googling the name of your tablet and the problem can sometimes turn up results, if you’re willing to dig for a while.

  • Finally, if all else fails, the last-ditch option is to try and find an older version of your tablet drivers. Sometimes updates break more things than they fix, particularly if your hardware combo is waaay different than whatever the driver manufacturer tested for. This can be pretty difficult in some cases (HI WACOM) so I can’t give you much help here other than may you have good Google luck. Regardless, once you find them, uninstall your old drivers first. Especially with Wacom. It’s a pain to restart twice, I know, but old drivers lingering around can just cause MORE problems.

… And that’s all I got. Hope it helps a little. ♥

Heyyy, so now that I’m done with finals, I decided to open up simple commissions! Please bear with me as I try to figure everything out ;w;

Commission Info:

  • Knee/Thigh-Up + Flat Colors: $15
  • Full Body + Flat Colors: $20
  • Max 1 character only
  • Simple Background (white + one color or just one color)
  • Paypal only (with invoice)
  • 3 slots
  • These are for personal use only!

〇 Will Draw: Fanart, OCs

✖ Will Not Draw: NSFW/R18, gore, armor, mecha, old people, animals (ears & tail only is ok)

Please provide visual references for OCs and any specific outfits (nothing too complex).

Please tell me what you want and provide me with your email (preferably your paypal email) via tumblr ask/IM or DM me on twitter. I will email you a rough sketch of the commission in which you can request small changes, and if you approve of the sketch, I will send you the invoice. Once I receive payment, I will start working on the commission and email you the finished piece.

※I will try to finish your commissions ASAP. I do not have a specific timeframe of how long it will take me to finish them, but it shouldn’t take more than a week. If it does, then I deeply apologize.

I have the right to refuse a commission if I feel it’s too difficult for me (i.e. if a character design or outfit has too many details, etc.)

Please message me if you have any questions or if you’re interested!

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Reblogs are very much appreciated ;w; Thank you for reading!

Doctor Who Preference - Your First Time With The Doctor

Author’s Note: This was requested by Anonymous, but originally they had asked for an imagine. I made it a preference because they didn’t specify which Doctor and because they had never sent me another message specifying which one, so I apologize if this wasn’t what you wanted! 

Also, as always, none of the gifs belong to me! If you are the maker of one of these gifs, I will happily source you! 

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Well, my main ones - I’ve got a bunch of others for the anime characters, some bosses, more minor characters, etc… 

Back in the days I wanted to introduce each one separately… needless to say, I never managed to go even halfway. So I made this instead ! Inaccurate heightchart warning though, I’m bad at group pictures orz

Annnd the Robobot spoilers under the cut !

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Admin Application

Wishyourgirlfriend really needs a co-admin. For the time being, however, I’m only looking for one person just because I want to see how I get along with them and how they adjust to the blog. 

To Apply, copy and fill out the form below and submit it to wishyourgirlfriend. For the writing sample, you can choose one of the following for any of the members:

Breakup angst

Confession fluff

Any type of au (ex. mermaid; werewolf; harry potter, etc.)

I will be accepting applications until January 15. Thanks!

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anonymous asked:

I was supposed to email you for a reading but I forgot to and I don't exactly know how to word the email? I'm such a nervous wreck and yeah haha I'm sorry ;v; can you um tell me a little bit how to word it? If it isn't a bother? Thank you

Aw no worries at all anon! And certainly! A message like this would totally work: “Hi Sopheriel! I’m the anon who wanted to order a reading so here is my information.” Then put your legal name, preferred name (if different), the type of reading and how many pages, info about your past lives or guides if you know (depending on the reading type, pick which one of these fits), and the questions you have for the reading. Then just a simple “thank you!” works. All I really require is the name, questions, reading type, etc. info. :) I hope this helps you out! 

If you find it easier, too, you can always just send me an email just saying you’re the nervous anon wanting to order a reading, and I’ll ask you the questions via email so it’s more like a conversation, rather than you having to write a long email. It’s totally up to you! 

(Here are all of my readings!)

*REQUEST* Chen Scenario - #18 “I’m going to take care of you, ok?” and #102 “My hands?”

Requested by a dazzling anon!

Feel free to send in requests guys! I do Reactions, Preferences, Fake Texts, and Scenarios! Just tell me who you want, what you want, and how you want it! <3

*Don’t own the gif yo* 

Author: Laymedown

When you woke up, you knew immediately that today was going to be a stay-at-home day. The feverish sweat that coated your body was only one of the telltale signs of a terrible cold. You felt it sneaking up on you these past few days. The sore throat, the runny nose, and the slight chills you were getting were all warning signs. You chose to ignore them when they first started since you never got sick. You kept working and pushing yourself, having a deadline to meet, which you surprisingly were able to. However, you were still upset at yourself since today you were supposed to spend the day with Chen. You hardly got so see each other lately as he was extremely busy. You were heartbroken when you sent him a text canceling your plans. You couldn’t bear to call him and hear his disappointed voice.

           You watched the snow fall outside as your mind kept you awake with its constant thinking. Your teeth were chattering slightly even though you were cocooned in every blanket you owned. You always froze when you had a cold. Whether it was summer or winter and no matter how high the thermostat was, you could never stay warm.

           For the next hour or so, you never fully went back to sleep. In a feverish daze, you heard something ringing through your apartment. You couldn’t quite grasp what the noise was until you heard someone enter your apartment.

           “Jagiya, wake up, I come bearing gifts!” Chen’s lovely voice sang throughout your apartment. You tried getting out of the bed but your body wouldn’t respond. You wanted to try to escape to the bathroom to brush out your slightly matted hair. You knew you looked ridiculous and didn’t want him to see you as such. You only broke through two layers of blankets by the time he walked in to your room carrying a tray with a bowl on it.

           “Chen, what are you doing here?” Your voice was a lot hoarser than what you had remembered.

           “Do I really need a reason?” He laughed as he sat next to you. “I’m going to take care of you, okay? I’m going to get you back to perfect health.” He set the tray down and sifted through a bag he was also carrying. “Your hands, please.” He said.

           “My hands?” You held them out anyways.

           “Mmhmm.” He hummed as he pulled out mittens from his bag. “This will keep them nice and warm.” You couldn’t contain your smile as he slid them on. A hat and scarf followed suit and you knew you looked even more ridiculous than before.

           “You know it’s a myth that you get a cold from being cold yeobo.” You told him sheepishly.

           “I know, but the first step in getting better is through smiles and laughter. It’s working, isn’t it?” He laughed. You smiled as you shook your head. He was always an idiot, but that’s what made you love him so much.

           “Yes, I’m feeling better already.”

           “Good, then let’s get some food in you.” He said as he picked the tray back up. You saw the bowl on it earlier, but you didn’t know what was in it. He took the plastic wrap off it as he took in a deep breath. “This is Baekhyun’s grandmother’s recipe. We use it all the time when one of us isn’t feeling well.” He told you as he stirred it.

           “I’m not hungry though.” You tried telling him, but he ignored you.

           “Even if it’s a little you need to eat, jagiya.” He ignored you as he held the spoon out for you. You rolled your eyes but took a bite anyways. You hated to admit it, but the brothy soup was actually quite good.

           “Did you get Kyungsoo to make this for you?” You teased him.

           “Of course he did, you think I could make something this good myself?” He admitted. “It’s the thought that counts, jagiya.” He told you as he fed you another spoonful of broth. You rolled your eyes playfully before accepting it. The both of you chatted for a bit, mainly him though as your throat was still sore, as he fed you the rest of the soup.    

           “So, what’s next?” You asked. In response he kissed you quickly before you could react. “What are you doing? you could get whatever I have.” You couldn’t yell, but you still scolded him as best as you could. You would feel so guilty if you caused him to be sick.

           “I missed you.” He grabbed your mitten covered hands and brought them to his lips.

           “Missed you too, dummy.”

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She’s not me (Stiles x reader)

🔸Request : Stiles imagine where he is dating the reader but the reader thinks he is cheat on her with Lydia (which he’s not) and they fight, but make up and Stiles tells the reader how much he loves her and it ends up with cuddling and watching movies.

🔻Song: She’s not me pt1&2 by Zara Larsson
https://open.spotify.com/track/2QRIcuedP1GlMiCgqToDgF
🔹It will be better if you read it while listening to the song .

🎶Lyrics :
She doesn’t love you like I do
She doesn’t have my name
However she tries to act like it
She’ll never be the same

Does she make you feel wanted like I did
Make you feel like you’re the one thing that matters
You let her head rest on your chest
But when you close your eyes

You’ll be seeing my face again
I’ll be crossing your mind
You’ll be dreaming on places we went
And then you’ll wake up to find

That she’s not me
She’s not me
She’s not me
Remember
That she’s not me
Mmmmhhh-uuuuh-yeeaah
She’s not me
She’s not me

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I close my eyes and take a deep breath ,“Just one more page and this will be over.” I repeat myself that phrase almost every 5 seconds , my neck starts to hurt .
I guess it’s due to the 2 hours I’ve spent trying to memorize the theory about The Light Spectrum .
“Fucking Physics, I hate you …” I complain passing the page , sigh . I take a fast glance at my phone . 9:30 , it says and there’s no message or missed calls.
‘Stiles told me that he was going to come help me study after finishing looking for something with Lydia . I guess he forgot , or they hadn’t find anything .’
I decide that’s better to make sure both of them are alright ; I take my phone and call Stiles . After 5 tries he didn’t answer , the same thing happens with Lydia .
I call Scott ,

I take my car keys from the bedside table , stand up and open the door of my room .
“Y/N , where are you going ?,” my mom asks following me downstairs ; She seemed tired .
“I’m going to Stiles’s for a book , I’ll be back soon …,” I say opening the front door .
“Okay , but Coke back soon . Love , do you have any idea where’s your brother?,” She asks . “I guess he must be with Kira , you know .” She nods and walks over me .

Mom embraces me in a warm hug and kisses my forehead ,“Don’t take too long out there , be careful . ” I mutter an ‘always’ ; she lets me go .
“Bye..,” I say before closing the door behind me , and getting into the car .

15 Minutes later …

I pressed the ring button but no one showed up to open . I took out the keys Stiles had given me in case of emergency, or if I wanted to play him a secret visit .
I giggle a little and put the key inside the doorknob , I turn it to the right side and in question of seconds I am inside his house .
“Stiles , are you here ? , Lydia?,” I say looking at each place of the house . But there’s no one , I re-scan the place . Well , I hadn’t checked on my boyfriend’s room , so I go there .
The door was closed , but I hear some small sounds inside the room . I get ink the room , and find myself with something heartbreaking.
Stiles was sitting on bed with Lydia , their lips were touching and she had her hands in his cheeks .
I stayed there in shock . Lydia broke the kiss , and Stiles looked down . It was as if he was trying to recover his breath ,She looked at me apologetically.
“Y/n , this … He was ,” She starts saying but I stop her .Stiles looks up when he hears my name , We are staring into each other’s eye . He says nothing for a while , so I decide to leave .
“Have a nice life ,” you shouted before leaving the house .

As soon as , I got into the car your turned on the motor , Stiles got out of the house and tried to stop me .But I was more fast and left before he could explain himself .


Tears were rolling down my cheeks , and I didn’t care . ‘I am having a bad time , but I’ll get over it soon. You are strong Y/N,’ I thought.
I parked the car , and got into the house ; my mom had already left for her night shift , and Scott hadn’t returned from Kira’s.
I went into the bathroom , took of my clothes , filled the bath tube and got inside .
Taking a bath , has always helped to calm down my nerves . I move my head backwards and tried to remember about everything Stiles and I have been through .
After everything, he still wants her . If he was going to do that … He shouldn’t have tried to have anything with me . She’s beautiful, she’s perfect …

I sigh , the tears start again . I pass a hand through my wet hair and stand up .
Take a towel and cover up my body .
I go to my room and put on my pjs . When I’m over with that I look for a hairbrush to take care of my hair , that’s when a listen a crack in the window .
I turn and see Stiles getting inside it , I roll my eyes .
“What do you want ? Are you already tired of Lydia ?,” I say . Stiles walks to me and tries to take my hand , but I move back and don’t let him take it .
“Don’t, don’t even try to play with my heart again . I am going to ask you to leave .” He shakes his head .
“Y/N , that’s not happening . See …” he says but I interrupt him .“Look , you are Scott’s friend but this is also my house , I don’t want to see you .”
“Gosh , y/n ! . Let me talk !,” He says exasperated. I roll my eyes again , and sit .
“Do it then ! Tell me your silly excuse ! … You still love her ?! That you never loved me ?… That she’s the one for you . That she’s perfect … Just tell me that it’s over and safe yourself some dignity at least ,” I stand up and point at him in his chest.
“No ! No! No ! ,” he shouts . “Then what ?,” I screamed back .
“I had a panic attack , okay ?! . A fucking panic attack that I’ll never forget for the rest of my life ,” he says and I look at him unbelievable.
“Because she kissed you , right ?,” I say harshly.
“No , because it almost costs me to lose the love of my life …” He says and I’m confused by the last thing 'to lose the love of my life.’
“The only reason why she kissed me was to hold my breath , apparently that thing helps . And it did …anyway , you don’t care about that . The only thing you care about is that stupid kiss that meant nothing to either of us ,” he says and looks down .

I think of everything he had said , “are you sure it meant nothing ?.” He glances at me and nod ,“ she’s not you , y/n . And she will never be ,” he says and tries to hug me .
I don’t stop him and rest my head in his chest . Stiles closes his eyes and repeats again ,“she’s not you , and she will never be . I only have one true love and that’s you , she’ll never be .” He opens his eyes and kisses my forehead and both cheeks .
I smile and squeeze his hand .

I make Stiles sit on my bed and turn on the tv, then I turn off the lights of my bedroom and get into the bed with him .
“What are we doing?,” he asks . “You’ll see …”
I put a movie in Netflix , “I’m liking this …’ He says and kisses my lips softly .
I smile and fix my position , so we end up cuddling .

An hour later I was already falling asleep, the last thing I heard was Stiles saying 'I love you , you are the only one . Remember that ,” and then I was lost in another world . Not Wonderland , not Neverland … But one in which it was only Stiles , I and my family and friends happy .

Neighbors

“Can I taste ya? I bet you taste so fucking good.” He whispered, the roughness of his accent and the slurring of the alcohol turning his already deep voice in a gruff, deep and hoarse, that ran down my spine and legs until it reached my curling toes.

He could do whatever he wanted; there was no denying that. From the moment I had laid eyes on him, there was this pull in my tummy leading me to him, like an animal-like feeling strong enough to overcome every bit of sense in my already senseless mind.

In which they’ve met once before, or something like that

(Warning: this is a smutty one shot. You’ve been warned ^.^)

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#110 Shawn Mendes – Only for you*

*smut

You and Shawn have been dating for a while now and he’s a very protective boyfriend because he thinks that you’re just an innocent, good girl, which you are but you’ve also got another side.

You and Shawn just arrived at his house after going to a club, when you’re mad at him and rush to the bedroom. Shawn follows you confused. He doesn’t understand that he went to far with his protectiveness tonight. “I did nothing wrong.” He says as he closes the door to the bedroom.

“Yes you did, Shawn.” You tell him as you take your shoes off and let your hair fall down your shoulders. “You nearly got into a fight, just because someone was taking to me.” You remind him, sitting down on your bed and taking your jeans off.

“That someone was a man and he obviously wanted something from you. I just wanted to protect you, (Y/N). I’m sorry that I care about you!” He raises his voice and sits down on the opposite end of the bed to take off his shoes and jacket.

“You overreacted, Shawn. You always do. I’m not that innocent of a girl as you think.” You raise your voice as well and takes your shirt off. You put your things on a chair and then walk over to him. Shawn has just taken off his shirt and is surprise to see standing right in front of him, in nothing but a slip and bra. He slightly opens his mouth when you unclasp your bra and let it drop on the floor.

“I can be bad.” You say seductively and push him down on the bed. “I can get dirty.” You tell him and put your thighs on either side of his hips. You straddle him and put your hands on his bare chest. “But only for you.” You whisper and lean down to attach your lips to his. You sit up again and take his jeans off before you straddle him again and rub your clit over his length. His already hard cock is clearly noticeable through his boxers and you start to rub with one hand up and down as you hover yourself over him and kiss him again, hard and passionate. Shawn gasp and you pull down his boxers. You lay down between his legs and take his hard dick into your mouth for the first time. You and Shawn had sex before, but only missionary. He flinches when your lips touch his tip. You start to move your head up and down and Shawn has to take deep breaths.

“Shit.” He groans and holds onto the bed sheet. You take your panties off and crawl up as you put your hair to the back to give him a better view of your boobs. You take your bra off and give it to him before you lower yourself down on his dick. A moan escapes his lips and he holds onto your waist. You smirk and put your hands on his knees before you start to move and down on his hard cock.

“Fuck Shawn.” You moan and close your eyes. “I’ve been waiting for his all day.” You admit and sit up again. You bounce up and down and start make circles with your hips. Then you lay down on him and kiss his neck. “I’m so fucking wet for you.” You whisper into his ear. “So fucking wet.” You moan and hold onto his biceps when you start to speed up.

“Fuck (Y/N).” Shawn moans and holds onto your ass cheeks with both his hands.

“Fuck me Shawn. Shawn me harder.” You whisper into his ear and he flips you around. He’s on top now and turns you around. Before you can say anything, be thrusts into you again and this time harder and deeper.

“Ahh Shawn!” You scream his name as he fucks you hard and fast from behind. He bends forward and grads your boobs as you touch your clit with your hands. “Fuck you’re so big.” You moan and bury your face into a pillow, before you scream his name over and over again. Shawn pounds into you faster and the whole bed is shaking and moving.

“Harder Shawn! Harder!” You moan and he obeys quickly. He squeezes into your boobs as he groans and thrusts in and out of you. You rub your clit, make circles and moan loudly for Shawn until you hit your climax and you walls tighten around his cock.

“Shit.” Shawn mumbles and cums in your. Your juices mix up and Shawn fucks out your both orgasms before he collapses on you. Suddenly the door opens and his parents look in.

“Shit.” Shawn exclaims and climbs down from you. His parents close the door again and you quickly cover yourself with the bed sheet. “I-I’m going to talk to them.” Shawn quickly says and pulls his boxers, jeans and shirt back on before he leaves the bedroom. You get up as well and pull your panties and your shirt back on. Then you press your ear against the door and listen to what Shawn and his parents say.

“How much did you see?” Shawn asks them.

“It wasn’t what we saw, Shawn. It was what he heard.” His father says and you blush instantly.

“We understand that you’re a young men, Shawn. But seriously in our house? So late?” His mother says.

“I didn’t know that you would come home tonight.” Shawn admits.

“You certainly didn’t.” His mum says.

“Just be quiet for the rest of the night, alright?” His dad says and seconds later Shawn comes back.

“They are not mad.” He says, trying to lift the mood.

“Right.” You exhale and go back in bed. Shawn comes as well and puts his arms around you. “Next time we should just get a hotel room.” You whisper.

“Agree.” Shawn whispers back and kisses your forehead. “I love you.” Shawn adds and kisses your shoulder.

“I love you too, Shawny.” You smile at your boyfriend before he holds you tightly until you both fall asleep.

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If They Had a Kid Meme

Send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child. | NOT ACCEPTING

Name: Cirrus
Frametype: Mech
General Appearance: Primarily Megatron’s silver, with some darker grey and magenta.  Red optics.  More of a Seeker in frame, though with spikey bits.
Personality: Rather quiet and withdrawn, preferring datapads to other bots.
Special Talents: Being probably the most well-adjusted member of this dysfunctional royal family.
Who They Like Better: He thinks his entire family is insane, frankly.  Especially distant from his siblings, who have always preferred to be at one another’s throats rather than give him any notice.
Who They Take After More: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Personal Headcanon: He’s significantly younger than his two siblings, which somewhat contributes to the distance between them (that and the fact that they’d rather bitch incessantly at each other).  Also, Megatron carried this one.  It was about as much fun as you’d expect.