Trash Item #24

Hi guys, 

I just want to say thank you for all your support over the years before I get onto the main point. It really has meant the world to me, and I am incredibly grateful. 

However, I’ve come to the point that I knew would inevitably come. For the foreseeable future, I will no longer be updating on this blog. I won’t delete it, so all the imagines will still be here, and who knows? Maybe I’ll come back in the future. 

But for now, I just want to say thank you again for everything over the years. 

Request from Anon: Hi! I’m new to requests so idk if I’m doing this right but anyways. Could you write something based on “in my blood” from shawn’s album where y/n is struggling with depression and anxiety but she doesn’t tell anyone what she’s going through or how she’s feeling and plans on staying alive for her friends. But one day stiles, her bf, checks up on her and she just breaks down and tells him she’s struggling while he comforts her. This is request is super specific but it doesn’t have to be exact, just something similar to this. Thank you :)

Sensitive content in this one, just as a warning. Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x 

Want to hear the song? Find a link to it just below:

In My Blood

Laying on the bathroom floor, feeling nothing I'm overwhelmed and insecure, give me something

“Y/N, I’m not going anywhere until you open this door.” You could hear Stiles’s voice on the other side of the bathroom door, and you knew that you should open it up and let him in. But you couldn’t bring yourself to move, couldn’t bring yourself to tear your body away from the cold tiles of the floor upon which you were lying.

You’d been staring at the ceiling for about half an hour now, feeling like the weight of the world was on your shoulders. You hid it when you were around your friends, hadn’t told anyone just how you had been feeling. You’d been pretending that everything was fine, walking through Beacon Hills with your hand in Stiles’s, smiling like you were the happiest person in the world.

But behind that smile, there was insecurity, anxiety, a sadness that loomed over you like a black cloud. You went home and you didn’t remember ending up here, in your bathroom, locked away. You didn’t hear Stiles enter the house, only aware of his voice as he called your name.

Looking for you, caring about you, worrying about you.

“Y/N, please. Just let me help.”

Then everything became too overwhelming, and the tears began to fall.

I could take to ease my mind slowly Just have a drink and you'll feel better

You could feel the salt trailing down your cheeks, silent tears at first as you continued to stare at the ceiling. You heard a slump from the other side of the door, Stiles clearly having chosen to sit and wait for you, and the thought just made you feel worse. He was wasting time for you, could have been doing something better.

Silent tears turned into wracking sobs, and you could hear Stiles outside. “Y/N, let me in.”

You needed to walk over to the sink, needed to splash your face with water. You needed a drink, something to make you feel better. Through your tears, you managed to murmur a small request, hoping Stiles could hear. “Could you get me some water, please?”

“Whatever you want, honey.” There was sympathy in his voice, and you listened as he made his way downstairs. You needed to pull yourself off this floor, needed to use your feet and walk over to the door, needed to unlock it and let Stiles – let the boy who loved you – help.

It ached to do so, every movement of your joints a chore. So you focused on the sound of Stiles’s footsteps as he ran back up the stairs. You put your hand on the lock, and slid the bolt across.

You hid behind the door as you opened it.

Just take her home and you'll feel better Keep telling me that it gets better Does it ever?

You were still crying, could still feel tears falling down your cheeks. You sniffed as Stiles looked at you, sorrow in his eyes. You said nothing, only took the glass of water from his hand, your fingers brushing his, and downed it.

It didn’t make anything feel better.

You put the empty glass on the floor, and slumped against the wall of the bathroom, head in your knees. You heard Stiles enter the bathroom, felt his body next to yours as he matched your position next to you. “You want to talk about it?”

You were sure you meant to say that you didn’t, but one look at Stiles, at the way he cared about you, and the words were tumbling from your lips. As you spoke, Stiles remained silent, but you could see the tears in his eyes, the thought of you being in pain almost destroying him.

He loved you, after all. You knew that he wanted to make it better, make all the bad things go away. You knew that he wanted to hold you tight and make you happier than you had ever been before. You knew he wanted to tell you that it would all be okay.

But, at this moment in time, you thought he would have been lying.

Help me, it's like the walls are caving in Sometimes I feel like giving up No medicine is strong enough

“I’m just so tired, Stiles. I’m so tired of everything, and I can’t do it. I feel like everything is just too much for me to handle, and it’s suffocating me. And I’m trying really hard not to give up, because I should be happy. I have the best friends, and I have you, but it just feels like something bad is constantly going to happen to us, like you’re going to leave me, and it hurts. It really hurts and I,” the tears started to fall again, “I don’t know what to do.”

“Hey, come here.” Stiles wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close. You leaned into him, head against his chest as you cried. Admitting to yourself that you were unhappy, admitting to Stiles that you were hurting, felt like a step in the right direction, but it would take some time for you to realise that.

Right now, you were struggling to cope, and you needed to get it out of your system. Stiles let you cry into his shirt, his arms wrapped around you as he kissed the top of your head. “I’ve got you, Y/N, I’ve got you.”

You looked up at him, relieved that you had him in your life.

Someone help me I'm crawling in my skin Sometimes I feel like giving up But I just can't

“I’m sorry, you don’t need to hear this.”

“Y/N, stop.” Stiles looked down at you, a hand on your cheek. “Don’t apologise. You have nothing to be sorry for, you hear me? Nothing. You’re hurting and you’re upset, and you’re going through some stuff that isn’t going to be easy. Trust me, I know. But I’m going to be here for you every step of the way. Every time you need to talk or shout or scream or cry, I’m going to be right here. By your side. You know why?”

“Why?”

“Because I love you.”

You smiled then, a small smile, but a smile nonetheless. Stiles shrugged as you looked up at him, always humble, always shy. For the first time today, you felt like you weren’t going to give up, felt like you weren’t alone. And it was all because of the man in front of you, the man who hadn’t abandoned you.

Who you knew never would.

“I love you too.” You leaned up and kissed his cheek. Then Stiles placed a chaste kiss on your lips, before looking back at you.

“You want to stay here for a while?”

You nodded, snuggling back into him. It wasn’t long before you fell asleep, tears always bringing on tiredness.

It isn't in my blood It isn't in my blood

When you woke up, you were back in your bed, Stiles sat on the floor, his back to you. You leaned up, making your way over to him, and kissed your cheek from behind. He turned, smiling. “Good morning.”

“Morning? What time is it? Did you stay the night? How did I get here?”

“Okay, quickfire questions. Yes, morning. It’s 10am. Yes, I did. I carried you here from the bathroom. You needed a decent night’s sleep.”

You looked at Stiles as you remembered the events of the previous day, remembered confiding in him before falling asleep with your head on his chest. “You didn’t need to stay.”

“I didn’t, but I wanted to.” Stiles stood, walking around to the side of the bed and joining you on it. He dipped his head and kissed you. “It’s in my nature to look after you, just like it’s in yours not to give up. You’re one of the strongest people I know, Y/N, and I’m so lucky to have you.”

And as Stiles Stilinski looked at you with love in his eyes, you started to believe him.

Masterlist

Request from Anon: Ah finally I found someone who takes stiles requests😩 okay so I had this idea in my mind for a while: its medieval period and stiles and y/n are both royalty. Their parents made an agreement when they were little. At age of 18 stiles and y/n will marry each other and they’re gonna merch their kingdoms. But y/n and stiles hate each other. When they get married things starts to change and they fall in love with each other. (sorry English is not my first language I hope I explained it good😅)

Okay, so this is obviously an AU. Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x

Stiles had spent his whole life hating Y/N. He hated that she was the reason he would never get to marry for love, his parents having made an alliance with hers the moment they were born. He hated the way she was so serious about the merging of the kingdoms, obviously obsessed with the power that would come with being Queen. He hated the way she had insisted on sticking to the rules at every turn, always the goody-two shoes princess that he had been told he would marry one day.

He hated the way she was now, lying in a hospital bed, making him worry.

“You’re late.” Stiles rolled his eyes as Y/N scolded him. It was the rehearsal for their wedding, the day neither of them wanted to arrive, and he had appeared an hour later than expected. He didn’t bother telling her what he had been doing, knowing that she wouldn’t care about the constellations that he had watched disappear as the Sun came up.

“Let’s just get this over with, shall we?” Stiles sneered at her, before taking his place opposite his future bride. There was a deadly beauty about her, and if looks could kill, Stiles was pretty sure he would be dead by now. He picked up the ribbon from the altar. “Hold out your hand.”

He wasn’t gentle when he wrapped it around her hand, the symbolic binding of their two souls, knowing that she wouldn’t be either.

Why their parents had thought this was going to be a good idea, he had no clue.

“Ow!” He was snapped out of his daze by Y/N’s grip. He glared at her as she wrapped the ribbon around his hand, which she returned with a smirk.

She would make a great evil Queen, he decided.

Stiles had spent his whole life hating Y/N. He hated that she looked at him like he was less than nothing, clearly echoing his feelings about her. He hated that she never seemed to travel alone, her ladies-in-waiting constantly by her side, a gang of sneering girls, giggling about him behind his back. He hated that she forced politeness when their parents were around, acting as if she was so enthusiastic about the idea of marrying him.

He hated the way she had looked now, making him think she was beautiful as she slept.

“So.”

“So.” Stiles surveyed what was now his marital bedroom, his now wife standing in the centre of the room. All the bravado seemed to have diminished from her, her back, once so straight and poised as she walked down the aisle, now seemed slumped, her confidence gone from her eyes.

For the first time Stiles saw Y/N as someone like him – someone forced into a marriage that she didn’t really want. She was away from the prying eyes of expectation in here, but yet it still haunted her. “They’ll want proof, you know, that we did,” her eyes fell to the bed as her voice trailed off.

Stiles understood, a sick feeling forming in his stomach. “Oh, well.” He needed some air. He strode across the room and opened the doors that led to the balcony. He looked out onto the night, finding comfort in the stars.

Y/N appeared beside him, just as one tiny ball of light seemed to fall from the sky. “What do you want to do about it?”

Stiles looked at her, and saw her fear. “Do you want to, you know?”

“Not really.” He almost laughed at her disdain for tradition, so used to her obeying the rules.

“Then we won’t.”

“But what will people say?”

“We’re royalty. They can’t say anything.”

Stiles could have sworn he saw her smile.

Stiles had spent his whole life hating Y/N. He hated the way she fell into the role of princess so well, sitting back and letting herself be pampered. He hated the way she looked at him from across the room, reminding him of the expectations that were placed on him. He hated the way she treated life as if it were a chore, wanting her to loosen up once in a while.

He hated the way she had jumped to his defense, making him fear that he might lose her forever.

There was blood everywhere, and the only thing Stiles could do was yell for help. The assassin had come in through the window, the doors to the bedroom from the balcony permanently open. He and Y/N spent their nights out there, watching the stars, never speaking more than a few words to each other.

But a few words was all it had taken for him to admit that he was starting to like her, not enough to admit he was falling for her.

Y/N had jumped in front of the attacker after he had slashed at Stiles’s shirt, and there was now blood pouring from her stomach. Stiles held her head in his lap, trying to reassure her as she greeted unconsciousness like an old friend.

He could feel tears begin to fall down his cheeks, sadness something he thought he would never show towards Y/N. With every tear there were unspoken words – Don’t leave me, I can’t do this without you.

They had taken her to the infirmary and Stiles was waiting on news of her survival, hoping that his wife – it was the first time he had called her that without resentment – would live to spend her days with him.

Stiles had spent his whole life hating Y/N. He hated the way she never said more than a word to him in the evenings, too absorbed in the book she was reading. He hated the way she missed the stars crossing over each other, knowing that it would make her smile. He hated the way she made his heart beat fast every time he lay down next to her in their marital bed.

He hated the way she looked at him with a smile as she awoke, making him tell her that he loved her.

He loved the way she said it back, adding one more star to the sky.

Request from Anon: Hello can you please make an imagine where stiles and reader are best friends(secretly in love)and then one day they got their body switched(freaky friday situation) and when they got back to their normal selves they confess their love to each other

Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x 

When you said you had wanted to be in your favourite movie, this wasn’t exactly what you meant.

You were still getting used to Stiles’s body, the clumsiness of it, the limbs and the ... other stuff. You had been trapped inside it for two days now, sleeping in his bed, in his clothes. You found some comfort in the scent that lingered on the material, the scent of your best friend.

Your best friend that you were ridiculously in love with.

Of course, at the moment, he was in your body, and it was extremely odd to be talking to him when he looked like you. You had always thought being in love with yourself was a negative trait, but if you weren’t really you then surely it was okay.

But it wasn’t okay, because you were still in love with Stiles, knowing that to reveal the truth could ruin everything.

“Guys, we think we’ll be able to fix this.” You tore your gaze away from Stiles and looked over at Scott. The Alpha smiled, opening up the book he was holding. “See? We just get the right things and we can complete the spell that’ll put you back in your bodies.”

You looked back at Stiles, who smiled your own smile at you.

Waking up in his best friend’s body was perhaps the weirdest thing that had ever happened to Stiles Stilinski. And that was saying something.

He had freaked, obviously, but after some careful consideration, he realised that there were perks to it.

For starters, he got to spend more time in Y/N’s room, the familiar scent of her perfume constantly in the air. It was that smell that constantly had him wanting to kiss the hair on her head, wanting to inhale every inch of her.

She was his best friend, and he was ridiculously in love with her.

If the past two days had taught him anything, it was that his feelings for her were never going to disappear. His love for her would remain a permanent fixture in his life, and it was on finding a photograph pinned up on the inside of her closet – one of them as children that he had forgotten about completely – that he made his decision.

Once he got his body back, he would tell her how he really felt. Damn the consequences.

Which was why when Scott started gathering the ingredients for the spell that would put things to rights, he held Y/N’s – well, his own – hand tight. He saw her grin at him out of the corner of his eye, and knew that whatever happened, he would never leave her side.

“Okay, so it’ll take some time, but it should work. You guys should probably go home and wait it out.” You nodded as Scott spoke, before jumping into Stiles’s jeep. You still couldn’t get used to the image of yourself driving, Stiles never having let you do so before.

Except it wasn’t you driving, just your body.

When you arrived at your house, Stiles turned to leave. “Stiles, wait.” He stopped. “Stay, just to make sure this works.”

“Okay.” Stiles shrugged before walking through the front door and following you into your bedroom. You could feel the spell working, could feel a tingle that radiated through the whole of Stiles’s body. “So this is pretty weird right?” Your friend sat down next to you on your bed. “Can you feel that?”

“Feel what?”

“That tingling.”

“Yeah, I can feel it.” Silence began to brew, like you were both holding back something. You knew exactly what your secret was, every day of your life spent trying not to tell Stiles that you loved him.

“Y/N, I need to – woah.”

And just like that you were looking at Stiles in his own body. You were back then, and for a moment, you felt your heart sink as you realised that you were never going to be sleeping in his bed again. But you were relieved as you looked at the smile on his face, remembering that he was going to say something.

“Stiles? You were saying?”

He stood, shaking his head. “I was?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, right, yeah. I was.”

Stiles was over the moon that he was back in his own body, the spell having come into play at the right moment. Of course, before he had said that he was going to tell Y/N the truth, but now he looked at her, at how beautiful she was, he realised why that would be a mistake. He tried to play it off, but she was having none of it.

Great. Well, they had just swapped bodies. What was one more weird thing to add to the list?

“Okay,” he walked back over to the bed, “I guess what I was going to say was that,” he took a deep breath, “I love you.”

For a moment there was silence, and Stiles knew that he had ruined everything. Being trapped in Y/N’s body was the last time he was ever going to see her now, and he had ruined their friendship and –

And she was kissing him.

She was actually kissing him. Stiles felt his hands slide into her hair, conscious of Y/N’s lips moving against his. The kiss seemed to last forever, and Stiles only wanted forever to last a little longer. They parted, and Stiles couldn’t help but smile when Y/N spoke. “I love you too.”

He kissed her again, with the promise that although he was no longer trapped in her body, he would never stray far from it.

Me, having finally completed those essays, and feeling great so opening them two days earlier than I said I would, but also hoping that you guys will send some in xxx

Please see below for things that you can request:

Imagines

Headcanons

Series

Illuminate

Shawn Mendes: The Album

Gif Drabbles

PLEASE NOTE:

I will only be taking requests for song-based imagines if they are part of an album collection.

Please read the Rules and Guidelines before you make a request if you are unfamiliar with them.

I will try to post on Wednesdays, however, this is not a guarantee, so please bear with me.

Hi guys!

So, on 15th March, I’m going to open my requests up fully again, however there are some things you guys need to know:

The Rule of 15 applies (if my inbox gets up to over 15, I’ll be closing requests until I catch up)

I will only be taking Song Requests for the songs that are part of an album collection

With regards to the album collections, these songs (and gif drabbles) are still up for requests over the next fortnight or so before requests fully open again. If you want to get in there quickly (i.e. now), here’s a list of all the songs that are still available:

Ruin [Shawn Mendes]

Three Empty Words [Shawn Mendes]

Like This [Shawn Mendes]

Honest [Shawn Mendes]

Patience [Shawn Mendes]

Understand [Shawn Mendes]

Hold On [Shawn Mendes]

In My Blood [Shawn Mendes]

Nervous [Shawn Mendes]

Lost In Japan [Shawn Mendes]

Where Were You In The Morning? [Shawn Mendes]

Fallin’ All In You [Shawn Mendes]

Particular Taste [Shawn Mendes]

Why [Shawn Mendes]

Because I Had You [Shawn Mendes]

Queen [Shawn Mendes]

Youth [Shawn Mendes]

Mutual [Shawn Mendes]

Perfectly Wrong [Shawn Mendes]

When You’re Ready [Shawn Mendes]