ah his face on the last one

actual cannibal shia lebouf sentence starters

because i have no self control

❛    You’re walking in the woods. There’s no one around, and your phone is dead.    ❜
❛    Out of the corner of your eye you spot ______.    ❜
❛    He’s following you about 30 feet back.    ❜
❛    ______ gaining on you.    ❜
❛    There’s blood on his face! My god, there’s blood everywhere!    ❜
❛    He’s brandishing a knife.    ❜
❛    Lurking in the shadows is Hollywood superstar _______.    ❜
❛    He’s living in the woods, killing for sport, and eating all the bodies.    ❜
❛    You’re hopelessly lost yourself…    ❜
❛    Your leg! AH! It’s caught in a bear trap!     ❜
❛    Gnaw off your leg.    ❜ 
❛    Quiet, quiet.    ❜
❛    Stab it in his kidney.    ❜
❛    You are safe at last from _________.    ❜
❛    Blood is oozing from your stump leg.    ❜
❛    But you have won.    ❜
❛    You have beaten _______.    ❜
❛    There was a gun to your head and death in his eyes.    ❜
❛    But you can do Jis Jitsu! Body slam superstar _______!    ❜
❛    Wait! He isn’t dead!    ❜
❛    This is a normal Tuesday night for ________.    ❜
❛    Blood is draining fast from your stump leg.    ❜
❛    You have just decapitated _______.    ❜
❛    Fall to your knees and catch your breath.    ❜
❛    You’re finally safe from ________…    ❜

Wake Up Calls

Ethan tried to move upon waking up, only to have a pair of strong arms pull him back down. At first the blue haired boy was confused, then he remembered he had fallen asleep with Tyler last night. For a few moments he just laid there in his embrace, but eventually began squirming again.

“Stoop.” Tyler groaned sleepily. Ethan stopped momentarily and huffed in frustration.

“Then let me gooo. I have to peee.” Ethan whined. A smile formed over Tyler’s face as he got a devious idea. He started tickling Ethan relentlessly.

“S-stop Tyler. AH I- I have to- pee.” He could barely talk in between his laughter.

“Oh, why didn’t you just say so?” With that Tyler let him go and fell back into the bed.

Signe was always the first one awake. She was lucky if she could get Sean up before 9. He always stayed up late with his fans, or doing other things for the channel. He was just so damn dedicated. Signe loved it though.

She sighed as she began playing with her boyfriend hair while he was fast asleep. Signe remembered when he first dyed it green, it was a shock. They both quickly grew to love it though. Groaning internally, realizing she wanted coffee, she tried to move. It was no use.

Changing tactics, Signe rolled her body out from underneath him, landing on her feet with a soft thud. She smiled to herself, proud. She began humming as she made her way into the kitchen to make coffee. Once it was done, she made a cup for Sean, just how he liked it and brought it in there to him. She sat it down on the nightstand, then moved to the end of the bed, clearing her throat.

“TOP OF THE MORNIN TO YA LADDIES. MY NAME IS JACKSEPTICEYE!” Signe screamed. Sean jerked awake, unintentionally launching himself out of the bed. He looked up at his girlfriend and gave her a goofy smile.

Normally Mark would wake up before Amy. He liked go for a run in the morning, then taking a shower, and then starting the day. But not this morning. When Amy woke up, he was still asleep. Knowing they had a busy day ahead of then she began trying to wake him.

“Markkk, wakey wakey.” Amy said in a hushed tone while brushing the hair out of his face. He didn’t even budge. She had to try harder. She pushed on his shoulder as hard as she could. In a louder voice saying, “It’s time to get up you big baby. You have things to dooo.”

“Mark finally stirred only to look at her a plop back down mumbling, "Call YouTube and tell them I quit.”

Amy rolled her eyes. He was so dramatic. “Oh but what would the world do with out you? O’ great Markiplier,” she began shaking him and said in a mocking tone, “THINK OF THE FANNNS MARK.”

“I am. They’ll understand. They love me. They told me I could sleep into today. Just ask them.”

Amy decided that this called for drastic measures. She left the bedroom and went to go find Ethan and Tyler, finding them on the kitchen. Amy told them what to do and then they all headed back upstairs. They quietly entered the bedroom and assumed their positions.

On Amy’s cue they jumped on the bed on top of Mark and started screaming at him to wake up. Needless to say, he did.

(I don’t actually know their ship name)

“Ooh Marzia,” Felix cooed. Marzia began giggling uncontrollably.

When her giggle fit was over, she decided to tell him, “Uh, Felix that isn’t me.” Which was followed by more cute little laughs. Felix groaned, opening his eyes.

“Edgar?!? Jävla, I thought I raised you better than that. BUY ME A DRINK FIRST.” Edgar was the one licking his mouth, not his girlfriend, Felix sighed in defeat.

“C'mon Pewds it’s time to get uppp.” Marzia said, nudging him.

“I don’t wanna.” Felix mumbled into his pillow.

“Fine then…I’ll go get Maya and tell her to attack you too.”

“Oohhhh nooo. Not Maya.” Felix said mockingly, but he still got up. He squinted his eyes and looked at Marzia, “You’re lucky you’re cute.” He said then kissed her forehead.

The endd

Tomorrow morning I’ll post crankiplier/jelix/apocalyptoplier/ and some other ones lol

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The black cat meowed with equal parts annoyance at being discovered and demands, immediate and unknowable.

“And you have wings, too? Ah, that must be how you got in there.” The Netherworld Post carrier gently stroked the cat’s small face and was rewarded with a deep, rumbling purr. “Don’t worry, my little shadow, I will get you home.”

The undead postal worker continued his route, casually chatting with every ghost and monster he came across, asking if any recognized his stowaway. Claws gently and affectionately tickled the small cat, tentacles hugged it lovingly, and nearly everyone had a bit of lunch to share.

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Jealousy [James March x Reader]

Title: Jealousy

Pairing: James March x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death, implied sexual content

A/N: For @endlessescape24. I hope you feel better soon, babe! 

Originally posted by one-of-deacon-frosts-familiars

“Love, I’m only going to see an old friend. It’s nothing major.” You sigh, slipping your last earring in. James stands behind you, his hands resting comfortably on your hips.

“You’re missing the soiree!” He exclaims. You turn around, facing your lover.

“I’ll only be gone a few hours. He can only leave the house tonight, you know that.” James hums in response, planting a small kiss on your lips. It quickly turns into a heated, passionate one- the kind that usually lead to you not being able to walk straight for a few days. “You’re trying to distract me.”

You step from under him, glancing yourself over in the mirror. James sighs in defeat, knowing that keeping you home would only fuel the fire. He kisses you one more time, leading you downstairs and outside the building, as far as he could go.

Within a half hour, you’re nervously walking up the brick path to the large front door. As you reach the front porch, you wonder if this was a good idea. Raising your hand to the door to knock, the door opens gently, revealing an older lady.

“Hello dear,” She says. Her voice is sweet, polite. “Are you here for someone?”

“I’m here to see Tate, ma’am.” She laughs and lets you into the house. Tate is sitting on the stairs, music blaring out of his headphones. As the lady closes the door, he looks up, smiling.

You’re not really sure how to say how you met Tate. You could say that you met through James, but that would be a stretch. Tate came to the hotel the night before the shooting, and Sally gave him something. You were mad at James, so you got heated with him. James saw, so you stopped, and you and Tate just talked for the next few hours until he had to leave. Little did you know, it was to shoot up a school.

He greets you and drags you up the stairs to the almost-empty bedroom. For some reason, it still had a bed and a few tables, two or three old sitting chairs.

“So, how are you?” He asks.

“I’m great. How’s the house been treating ‘ya?” You regret asking that as soon as it came out of your mouth. Of course the house was shitty, everyone within a ten mile radius knew that house was cursed.

He laughs. “Are you still with James?”

“I wouldn’t say we’re ‘together,’ but yeah.” You smile, thinking of how your lover. Your smile falters as you remember how you left him on his favorite night of the year. It was okay, though, because you’d attended each one for the past three years.

“You’re together.” Tate smirks. You didn’t even know what dirty things were running through his head. The two of you talk for hours about who-knows-what until you’re very overdue to return home.

“Thanks for tonight,” You sheepishly smile. “I really needed an escape from the Cortez for a while.”

Tate leans against your car, and before you know it, his lips are on top of yours, his hands wrapped around your waist. You jerk your head away quicker than it started, ignoring his apologies. Soon enough, you’re laid out on your shared bed in the hotel.

“Dearest,” James sings. “Devil’s night was a success!” You smile from your spot on the bed, staring at the man in front of you. He might’ve killed hundreds, possibly thousands, of people, but damn, was he gorgeous.

“Good.” He sits on the bed next to your waist.

“How was your visit?” In that moment, you were convinced he knew. If you confirmed it, he’d forbid you from seeing Tate for the rest of your life, and that was not an exaggeration.

“Good.” You say again, adjusting your body to look at his face.

“You think I don’t know when another man has invaded my woman?” James’ voice stays emotionless. “You were out until three in the morning with him.” His voice is filled with jealousy, and it makes you regret that you ever went.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper. “It was over-”

You’re cut off by James’ lips on yours. This time, you kept his hands on your sides, melting into him. He lets out a low grumble. “You’re not going to be able to utter a single syllable for the next two nights.

And you were completely fine with that, too.

Truth or Dare?

Pairing: Lafayette x Reader

Prompt: Lafayette x reader where the reader has a movie night with the hamilsquad and schuyler sisters and they all try to set Laf up with the reader plz! thank you!


Warnings: None?

Author’s Note: First request so bear with me! 


You all were supposed to have a movie night at the local theater in New York City, but instead, Alexander and Eliza wanted to watch at movie at their place. You were one of the last people to arrive, along with Lafayette. You two bumped into each other on your way up to their apartment. It was pouring outside that day, and you two were soaked.

Ah, bonjour, Y/N.” His brown curls were hanging out of his bun, leaving wet streaks down his face. When his brown eyes met yours, you smiled back. He opened the door for you, and you thank him at his politeness. You always had a small crush on the Frenchman, so whenever you ran into him, it instantly brought your mood up ten notches.

“Hey, Laf. Ready for the movie?” You said, pressing the button on the elevator. He nodded, smiling. You both took off your coats as you entered the building. Lafayette was wearing at white t-shirt and some black jeans, showing off his muscles. You wore an old shirt you grabbed from the pile of clothes on your floor, and

Oui. My amis (friends) said that the Schulyer sisters will be there as well. Seems like the rooms gonna be very full.” Lafayette allowed you to walk in first, and you pressed the 5th floor button. The elevator was quite small, leaving you and Lafayette squishing against each other. His arm was rubbing against yours, creating slight friction. You blushed, putting your arm in front of you. Now was not the time to think about how handsome he was.

“Yea, and since most of them are couples, we’ll be the third wheels.” Lafayette raised an eyebrow at you, confused.

“Third wheels? Is this an English phrase?”


Lafayette and you knocked on the door, ready for the packed apartment. Eliza and Alexander opened the door, Alex’s arm around her waist. Once Eliza looked at you, she pulled you into her arms, giggling. She kissed your cheek, and pulled Laf into a hug as well. You walked in, giving Alex a hug. The four of you marched to their living room, to greet the rest of your friends.

Laurens arm was wrapped around Peggy, and they were cuddling on the long chair. Mulligan sat next to Angelica, having a conversation about common sense. You had no idea what that was, but it seemed rather important to them. They all greeted you, and the six of them sat on the longest couch, leaving you and Laf to sit on the loveseat.

The movie began, and you and Laf sat at the farthest ends of the couch, making sure you weren’t touching. You pulled up your legs to your chest, looking at the beginning credits.

“Hey Laf, can you grab the snacks from the kitchen?” Laurens asked, playing with Peggy’s hair. He nodded, and Angelica threw a pillow at you. You frowned, rubbing the back of your head.

“He might need help carrying the food.” She explained, winking. You rolled your eyes, following Lafayette into the kitchen. You two looked around, finding nothing but water bottles. Lafayette walked to the kitchen door, and pulled.

Lafayette turned to you, smiling sheepishly. “I believe they locked us in.” You shook your head, walking over to the door. When you twisted the knob, it didn’t budge. You knocked on the kitchen door, yelling for your friends.

“Guys! The door is locked! Open it!” You heard snickering and giggling from the other side. But, no one came to your rescue. You sighed, turning around to face Lafayette. “We need new friends…” You mumbled, sighing. Lafayette laughed nervously, sitting on a stool at the kitchen table. You sat across from him, playing with the utensils. After a few moments, Lafayette cleared his throat.

“So, why do you think they locked us in here?” You shrugged, even though you knew exactly why. Angelica and Mulligan constantly teased you two, wanting you to become a couple. Honestly, you didn’t mind the idea, but you couldn’t tell if Lafayette felt the same way. He was always courteous and kind to you, but he was like that with everyone.

“Want to play a game?” You asked, “To pass the time.” He smiled, nodding.

“Truth or Dare?” He asked, sitting up straight. You were surprised he even knew that game, since he just came from France not too long ago.

“Sure. You ask first.” He nodded, asking you.

“Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.” You said, always taking the easy way out.

“Do you have a man you are interested in?” He teased, smirking. You rolled your eyes.


“Who?” You shook your finger at him.

“Nope, you can ask only one question. My turn; Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.” He replied.

“Why do you want to know who I am interested in?” You asked, smiling at your smart question. Pink appeared on his cheeks, and he looked down at his hands.

“I…I am just curious.” He replied nonchalantly, pushing his strands of hair back away from his face. You shook your head.

“I don’t believe you.” He sighed, putting his face in his hands.

“Fine, it’s because I like you, Y/N.” He whispered simply, flicking between both of your eyes to gage your reaction. You smiled, looking away.

“I like you too.” He grinned, standing up from his seat. He pulled you into his arms, squeezing you tightly. You giggled, wrapping your arms around him as well. He placed you back on the floor. His gaze flicked between your eyes and your lips. You leaned closer to his face, and closed your eyes.

His lips pressed against yours, and you smiled, kissing him back.

“Finally!” You heard a voice yell, and pulled away to see all your friends smiling at you two. Mulligan had his fist in the air, winking at both of you. Lafayette laughed, placing his hand in yours.

“This is gonna be on hell of a night…” Alexander whispered.

when geoff lost his mustache in a fire, the crew did not let him live it down.

he has woken up too many times withe a mustache drawn on in sharpie on his face, lopsided of course. obviously gav’s work

next was from ray, a spray painted mustache in his mirror perfectly lined up so when geoff stands in front of the mirror it looks like its on him.

jack was the most relenetless, they actually cut hair from his head and glued it messily on his face (geoff is too much of a heavy sleeper) 

ryan would act like he didn’t even know the man, he’d look at geoff and introduce himself again and again until geoff just punched him 

lastly micheal, literally went to the site where geoff lost it and dumped ashes in a little ring box and presented it to him like he was proposing to geoff

when the ashes fell to the floor and everyone realized what they were the whole crew including geoff were on the floor in tears 

Who guessed right? (As if anyone’s guessing..)

Finny wearing a camouflage while maintaining that cinnamon roll looks doesn’t hide the badassery within. 

And yes, Sweden’s pants are hanging. Because his legs are too long for anything! But the scary-nerd-but-really-is-a-cinnamon-roll-in-disguise is too busy to tailor one for himself and too embarrassed to wear shorts.

Denmark trying to look badass but actually is a cinnamon roll no matter how you look at him. Just look at his Lego T-shirt! And this is not an endorsement, okay?

The usually ever stoic faced Norway dressing somewhat preppy sporting his Norwegian flag patterned bag. But the boots ruin it all, they should’ve been loafers but- ah well.

Last but not least, Iceland! I’m sorry babu but it seems that you’re the hipster in the group. IDEK what you are wearing. And look, a Herra Lundi strap! I still love you… alll of you babiessss

anonymous asked:

i like to think that the similarity between those scenes was to highlight that when not robbed of his agency, not controlled or possesed, dean would rather risk his own life than put cas' life in danger which was very needed after the brutal beating in 10x22. Also my headcanon is that when Cas when at risk of dying he just keeps his eyes in the one thing he loves the most, Dean, because that is the (only) last thing he wants to see/take with him before dying, 'keep watching you until the end'

Ah, I assume you’re referring to this post:


And thank you for just adding another level of heartbreak to it. What else would Cas want his last vision to be before death but Dean?

Excuse me there’s a blank wall I need to go stare at for an hour or so until my face stops raining.

anonymous asked:

please just give me a link if you answered this already, I wanted to know what are your thoughts on the shinigami authorities being the last boss in kuro? also love your background <3

Hey Anon! Ah actually, I don’t think I ever spoke about this, haha :) so don’t worry! And also thank you :3 The background is from Berserk!

So about your question: seeing as Kuroshitsuji is Sebastian’s story, as in, he’s Ciel’s butler and Ciel initially made a contract with him to get his revenge, I’d rather say that the “last boss/big bad” of Kuro would have to be the one who is behind Vincent’s and Rachel’s murders.

Because, if Ciel faces the one who killed his parents, that means he will have found the target of his revenge which also means that Seb will be able to finally get dinner. Also, seeing as I don’t think the Shinigamis’ superiors are responsible for Ciel’s misery, having them as the very last villain would be a bit strange, haha.

However, I do think the Shinigamis’ superiors mentioned several times…

… could be some sort of a final boss for the part of the plot linked to UT.

I mean, we practically know nothing when it comes to how the Shinigami organization works, but the Superiors are probably not regular Shinigamis or humans who killed themselves, and UT is probably currently the most wanted Shinigami so… If the Superiors manage to get their hands on him, between his desertion and his crazy experiments to cheat on death, this probably won’t be pretty.

I’m personally pretty sure that it’s why he got away quickly at Weston, because a lot of people are probably after him and he can’t afford to be stopped now.

Anyway, I think the Superiors will be explained at some point (if just because Othello emphasized on them for this arc), but I’m not sure they will prove to be villains when it comes to Seb and Ciel (unless Ciel somehow becomes an enemy of all Shinigamis for some reason but I don’t see it for now).

I hope it answers your question! Have a nice day Anon :) 



GENRE: Fluff/Smut ((I really am not sorry))

PAIRING: Reader/Kyungsoo (D.O.)


PLOT: Kyungsoo has been your best friend for as long as you can remember, and you guys have gotten to the point where comfortable doesn’t begin to explain it. You’ve been in love with him since your last year in high school where he refused to go to prom with his crush because he didn’t want you to go alone.

Originally posted by huang-shit-tao

“Kyungsoo-ah! I think that’s enough don’t you think?” you warned him nervously as he downed another shot of soju. It was a couple hours after he’d found out his girlfriend of 4 months had cheated on him with one of his closest friends at college, and he had immediately dragged you out to the closest bar to get completely shit-faced. To say you didn’t like the idea was an understatement. “You’ve been drinking non-stop for the past hour. I really don’t think you have enough money to even pay for all those drinks!” all you got was a roll of the eye and a quite blatant ‘fuck off’.

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Bangtan Breakfast Time
  • Rapmon: rise and shine lets make some pancakes and coffee
  • Jimin: ah yea American style yea
  • Rapmon: stfu ChimChim we're just eating damn
  • JHope: Hey Yoongi make me some coffee
  • Suga: yeah how do you want it
  • JHope:
  • Suga: wait don't answ-
  • Suga: every fucking time
  • Jin: one of you wake of Taehyung cuz it's not my turn
  • Jimin: I'll wake up Jungkook with my guns
  • Jin: no Jimin last time you did that he called the police; plus Jungkook's already awake and waiting for food in his high chair
  • Jungkook: Jin make my pancakes look like Gdragons face
  • Jin: yeah whatever
  • JHope: hey Jimin do you want your coffee SUGA-FREE LOL
  • JHope:
  • JHope: ok listen kid ur thirst for Jungkook is getting out of hand
  • Jimin: well your Suga free jokes are getting out of hand; get off Yoongi's dick damn
  • JHope: say that again you baby-faced body builder I'll pop ur inflatable biceps
  • Jin: why are none of you waking up Taehyung are you even helping with the food; you know what no one even helps me I deserve better Namjoon, I'll leave this group
  • Rapmon: huh what'd you sa-
  • Rapmon: *burns down kitchen*

At Ambassador Reuss’s reception in late January 1889 Rudolph noticed me and leaving Stéphanie came straight up to me. “She is there,” he said without any preamble; “ah, if somebody would only deliver me from her!” “She” was Mary Vetsera, his mistress of the ardent face. I, too, glanced at the seductress. Two brilliant eyes met mine. One word will describe her. Mary was an imperial sultana, one who feared no other favourite, so sure was she of the power of her full and triumphant beauty, her deep black eyes, her cameo-like profile, her throat of a goddess, and her arresting sensual grace. She had altogether taken possession of Rudolph, and she longed for him to be able to marry her. Their liaison had lasted for three years. … At the soirée I was struck by my brother-in-law’s state of nervous exhaustion but I thought it well to try and calm him by saying a word or two about Mary which would please him, so I remarked quite simply: “She is very beautiful.”… Rudolph left me without replying. An instant later he returned and murmured: “I simply cannot tear myself away from her.” – Louise of Coburg


Off The Record, by pianolouis

Louis is an out of control teen heartthrob, Harry is hired to get him back on track and they both hate each other while they secretly don’t.

harry/Louis | AU | 11 chapters (completed) , 90k

““Louis,” Harry says trying to get his attention as he curses the computer driver he’s racing. “I need to get you to the studio, you’re late, man.”

“I quite liked the last one,” Louis says thirty seconds later.

“The last what?” Harry inquires as he steps into the room more and walks to where Louis will be able to see him.

“My last babysitter,” he scoffs.

“I’m not here to babysit you, just helping you out.”

“Ah,” Louis hums turning to look at Harry for the first time. His hair is swept across his face and a little poofy, leading Harry to believe he recently got out of the shower. He was wearing baggy, light blue sweatpants with an over-sized white tank that were probably his pajamas even though it was almost noon. “I know your business cards are probably fancy and give you a nice title, but let’s be real, you’re a glorified babysitter. And I don’t think I need any help, but thanks.” He turns back to his game with a clenched jaw.

“Not to be blunt, but two days ago you peed in a mop bucket for Christ’s sake and then when you realized you were being filmed, you peed on the pap.” Harry says sternly. He was not about to take shit from this kid.”

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Poor, unhappy Erik! Shall we pity him? Shall we curse him? He asked only to be ‘some one,’ like everybody else. But he was too ugly! And he had to hide his genius or use it to play tricks with, when, with an ordinary face, he would have been one of the most distinguished of mankind! He had a heart that could have held the entire empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar. Ah, yes, we must needs pity the Opera ghost.

The Phantom of the Opera, by Gaston Leroux

Say what you like about the de Mattos translation, but this quote - particularly the last two lines - will always have a place in my heart.

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“Yes, I understand.  But this is hardly the worst thing they could have done to you.”  She sounds more amused than offended.

“Hm, you do have a point. Though, thiss means I will possibly have to lock up shop for today.. I don’t think customers should hear what I think about them. Particularly the rude ones. I had this one man come in last week in fact, screaming that I sold him a faulty hat. I don’t sell hats! Open your damned eyes for Hylia sake!” Tortus paused, his face turning pink. “Ah. Pardon.” 

18. Erik (Magneto) ((Request))

Request:  Hiya! Could I maybe get 18 with Erik please? =)

So this is our last request. Honestly guys do some requesting it’s great, we do all sorts of fandoms like Spn, AHS and Doctor who or anything else Marvel and more! Seriously guys get requesting! But for now this is the last one, I hope you enjoy.

~Much love, Ive

“Erik!” You yelled as you ran across the lawn puffing and panting.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” Erik mumbled from his chess game with Charles. You panted again feeling exhausted from the short run.

“Can I talk to you for minute.” You flicked your gaze towards Charles.

“Oh go on then Erik.” Charles rolled his eyes and made a kiss face. You stuck your tongue out in response, laughing a little as you and Erik walked away.

“Okay, so I have this idea. We could go and take all of the chess pieces and replace them with different chocolates and… and…” You dint really have an and but you thought it was a pretty god idea none the less.

“Why? That is ridiculous.” Erik looked at you through a judgemental squint. “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had.”

“Is that, ‘This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in?’” You raised an eyebrow in hope.

“You’re lucky I love you.” He leaned over and kissed your cheek.

“So… you’re in?” You asked through the blush rising in your cheeks.

“Of course not. Are you actually insane?”

“Maybe… but hey, you luuuuuurv me.” You taunted.

“Okay, how can I shut you up?” Erik asked.

“More kisses?” You raised your shoulders, shrugging and with that he did. Oh boy, did he kiss you.

@dawnmartyrd / call.

       perhaps the exhaustion is clear on his face. perhaps that’s why pike has decided to come over to check on him. days have passed and… everyone is fine. scanlan lives. percival lives. ( but percival is struggling ). he doesn’t mind that no one has really talked to him about this death. it’s not one he’s particularly fond of chatting about. not like the last one was any different. these deaths are taking their tolls on him. ( the thought is left vague. are his own deaths destroying him or is the picture bigger? )  he pulls his face from his hands when he feels a gentle and small hand upon his shoulder.   ah,  he clears his throat seeing pike and he allows himself to smile.   sorry i was… thinking.

Gift ‘A’


The smell of food wafted through the shrine house, the clinking 
of pots and pans making sounds as they hit one another. He hears 
the approach behind him and glances back, a grin coming to his 
face. Okimura was asleep in his cage in the den, having been 
tired out from running around and playing all day.

Yato moves away from the stove with his arms crossed, waving 
a finger to the female in question. “I thought I told you to wait 
upstairs?” His voice wasn’t upset but playful and he shrugs, taking 
the apron around his waist off with a sly smile. “Ah, well, whatever. 
You’re lucky I’m done.” 

He clicks off the last pan that was on, taking 
one of the uncovered and open dishes, pouring a sauce into it. 
He sets it on a table nearby and turns to the red-head, moving his 
arms to wrap around her waist and with a snap of his fingers once 
she’s close, they’re back upstairs but in a different room. It’s close 
to the music studio and held a half-and-half couch, a long table (now 
covered in the food he’d made, uncovered, as well as drinks), an
entertainment set in the corner and, finally, by itself on the couch,
 was an envelope. 

He steps away and gestures towards the item there, crossing his 
arms. The smile on his face meant he was being sneaky about 
it, and he cocks his head to the side. 



Hm... Seokmin?

You stared at the giant smile that sat on your boyfriends face with worried eyes. “Seokmin,” you began, but, he cut you off by running his fingers over your cheek, “Y/N-ah, it’s fine..” You sighed heavily and watched as he skillfully removed the marshmallow, from the fork we used to roast it on, and slide it onto a graham cracker with a piece of chocolate. He quickly made another one and managed not to burn anything, this time. Last time, we began freaking out when he set the marshmallow on fire and threw it into a towel causing that to catch on fire. He then spent the next few seconds screaming and running around our kitchen before I threw water on the burning towel and scolded him for running around in front of a fire and destroying a perfectly good towel.
I watched as he ate a toasted marshmallow, some of the gooey texture sticking to his lips. I walked in front of him and kissed the marshmallow off his lips. He placed his hands on my hips and gripped them tightly, kissing me back. My hands found their way around his neck and my body somehow was lifted, so I sat on the counter behind me. Seokmin stood in between my legs, one of his hands moved to cup my face as his lips moved swiftly against mine. We pulled apart to look into each other eyes. His dark brown bangs hung over his half-lidded eyes and his nose pressed against mine. His lips parted and moist from saliva. His cheeks flamed pink and his soft gasping breaths hit my lower lip. He broke out into his award winning smile and he said against my lips, “I love you Y/N..” He pecked my lips down to my neck, kissing my exposed skin. I pulled back and looked into his eyes, “I love you too, Seokmin…”