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                 So I know I’ve been slacking on here and all my other accounts. However, It’s the last 2 weeks of classes before graduation. I’ve got a 2 page paper due tomorrow, an 8-10 page paper due on the 28th, 2 take home English exams that are always essay based (like 1 page per question, 5-6 questions each) due by May 1st, and I’ve got a big ass Psychology final to study for which is the 28th as well. So until all of those things are done, I am going to go on a mini-hiatus. I can’t worry about RPing right now as I’m trying to keep my grades up and graduate and such. I love you all and I’ll be back after May 1st xx

random numbers, pleasured acts {Scydia}

therewhenyoumccall:

Once he rolls the condom onto his cock properly, Scott shifts and grabs Lydia’s hand with an amused look. “You sure look like you don’t need me,” he teases, pushing her hand away. “Let me take care of you. I’ll make it good.”

Scott uses one hand to continue what Lydia had been doing, rubbing her clit just as she was but maybe a little rougher and slightly stilted as he uses his other hand to guide the tip of his cock inside her. As he slides inside her, Scott leans down to kiss her, and once he’s fully inside her, he starts to pull back then slam back in, building up a rhythm.

Lydia’s brows rose, eyes rolling. “I may not need you to fix my problem,” she purred, “but I want you to fix it. I’m sure you feel much better than my hand anyway. The bigger, the better. Now get to work McCall.”

Bossy, bossy, bossy.

As soon as the true alpha’s hand found it’s place between her legs, rubbing her clit, a moan wracked through her once more, only getting louder as he stretched her, her walls fitting around him like a glove. Fuck, he was good. “Fuck..—”

Awkward glances {college!Lysaac}

claustrophobicwerewolf:

Hey, I don’t know maybe you are just really dedicated to the work so you decided to offer yourself up as a test subject.” Isaac picked up a piece of paper, trying to focus on it instead of the feeling of his heart about to beat right out of his chest.

                           {And then you still have to get through coffee.}

It’s not that he wasn’t looking forward to it, but it would make him ten times more nervous. Did he even like coffee that much? He couldn’t even remember, it was as if every logical thought of his had flown out the window since he walked into the room.

Words fell from her lips once more, losing any track of thought that he had begun and setting another smile onto the beta’s face. “A tutor? That would be nice. I’d rather not fail another class.”

Tutoring meant more time with her, which was time that he was wanted.

                             {Maybe being dumb will work in my favor.}

A smile rose to Lydia’s lips. No one really noticed how dedicated she was to her work, but Isaac seemed to. And that alone made her heart race and skip. “No, not that dedicated. Though I’m glad you noticed. I really want to make a change one day- even if starting small with hair dyes is what it takes to make it big in chemical testing.”

The banshee had big dreams. Dreams she couldn’t wait to accomplish- but her dreams also included Isaac now. Being with him. Maybe making it out of college together as a couple and starting something..bigger. The thoughts brought a rosy color to her cheeks, a nervous chuckle leaving her.

"Yeah, a tutor. We can spend more time together..if that’s okay. And you get your grades up as well."

Best friend hangs {college bff!stydia}

abominablesmartass:

He simply smirked at her, basically preening in the computer chair; he didn’t believe a single word she uttered. Stiles knew that Lydia loved him, there was no other reason to put up with him for as long as she had. And maybe it wasn’t in the way that he had wanted for so long, but they worked better as friends. And he knew that now, he understood that putting them together in a romantic capacity would be catostrophic. And he had came to terms with it a while ago. It no longer bothered him—because having even this much of her? Well, it was enough for him.

“Hey, even I can admit that Nicholas Sparks knows how to write a damn good romance novel. And I’m not ashamed to admit that I cry every damn time you make me suffer through ‘A Walk To Remember’. I am a man’s man and I have no shame.”

Okay, maybe he was over selling it a bit there. But he did enjoy their movie marathons. They were so much fun, and the amount of teasing that happened only made it ten times more fun. Sometimes he managed to get her to watch something he wanted, too—and those were the best times. Watching her face as she tried not to geek out with him; well, it was priceless.

“Really, Lydia? Paws? I thought we agreed to stay above the werewolf jokes. It’s beneath us, really.” Except, not really. Any time he got the chance, he’d make the obligatory dog joke. He couldn’t help himself. And sometimes, it seemed, Lydia couldn’t either. A smirk came to his lips, eyes watching her closely as she wiped away the tears on her cheeks from laughter. He waited the appropriate few moments before he pounced on her once more.

“So, your Isaac situation— should I start planning the wedding? Do I hear bells?”

Lydia’s grin was bright and wide. Ha. She forgot Stiles sobbed like she did through A Walk To Remember. He might have even been worse than her. “I completely forgot about that, to be honest” she laughed, recalling the first time she had watched it with him, and the tears he held back. Since then it seemed he was more open with her and his crying over sappy movies.

Though the banshee did enjoy the movies he made her watch, too. Even if she didn’t want to admit she liked Star Wars, Batman, or Star Trek. But she truly did. Especially during the DC movies. The strawberry blonde became quite the sucker for them— even owned a pair of Batman pajamas. 

"Oh please Stiles,” she began, “like we’re really above the werewolf jokes. You crack more of them. And besides, it was a slip of the tongue. Not like I intended on making it a werewolf joke.” Maybe just a tad. 

Though soon her smile faded and she went for a punch- hitting Stiles in the shoulder. “Stilinski! Stop! Jesus Christ. I’m never telling you anything again.”

And cue the red cheeks.

+ 11

fallenwereangel:

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                    [ When Lydia screamed, Isaac’s brain felt dizzy. But he, somehow, was used to it.
            He had learned to answer to that.
                    Not as the werewolve who had his claws on his neck.
                    Isaac took advantage of that second of confusion and scaped from his grip,
taking his neck. ]

"Thanks," he said to the redhaired
"I would love to kill him, but…"

                    [ His free hand hit his head until he was unconscious and then stepped back. ]

"We should tie him up"

      “Yeah,” Lydia replied, forest orbs widened,
                                            “don’t uh- mention it Lahey.”

               [Jesus Christ. Werewolves. Killing. Is that all they think about?
                     Rolling her eyes, the banshee shot Isaac a look before
                                       she looked around.]

             ”Tie him up with what? I don’t see any random chains.”

outofheels;

I know I owe a few people, both drafts and starters, and I’ll try to have ‘em out sometime this week. Lydia’s muse kind of left me the last few days. Actually, all of my muses left me the last few days. It sucks. Anyway- askbox is open for plotting. <3 

These are the people I owe:

abominablesmartass {x1 reply}
claustrophobicwerewolf {x1 reply, x1 starter}
infactscreweachother {x2 starter}
fallenwereangel {x1 reply}

Let me know if I’m missing anyone xx

I know I’ve been slacking, and I’m truly sorry. School’s just kicking my ass these last two weeks. I’ll try to get on tonight ‘cause Lydia’s muse is kicking. c:

outofheels;

I know I owe a few people, both drafts and starters, and I’ll try to have ‘em out sometime this week. Lydia’s muse kind of left me the last few days. Actually, all of my muses left me the last few days. It sucks. Anyway- askbox is open for plotting. <3 

These are the people I owe:

abominablesmartass {x1 reply}
claustrophobicwerewolf {x1 reply, x1 starter}
infactscreweachother {x2 starter}
fallenwereangel {x1 reply}

Let me know if I’m missing anyone xx

SEND MY MUSE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING TEXTS TO SEE HOW THEY REACT (Panic version)

  • [text] Are you safe?
  • [text] Are you home?
  • [text] Are you hurt?
  • [text] What’s happened?
  • [text] Please text back
  • [text] Where are you?
  • [text] Why are you in the hospital?
  • [text] Why didn’t you tell me sooner?
  • [text] Come back
  • [text] Stay with me
  • [text] I can’t feel my legs
  • [text] Are you sure?
  • [text] I feel sick
  • [text] Please come over
  • [text] I need you
  • [text] I need you to listen
  • [text] I need to look after you
  • [text] It’s urgent
  • [text] Help me, please
  • [text] You’re not listening! This is important!
  • [text] Please be careful
  • [text] Stop showing off, you’re not impressing anyone
  • [text] You worry me so much sometimes.
  • [text] I’ll wait for you to get back
  • [text] Please wait for me
  • [text] I don’t want to live without you
  • [text] I don’t know what to do
  • [text] Don’t touch anything
  • [text] I’ll be there right away
  • [text] What do you mean?
  • [text] Accident? How is that an accident?

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