but yeah my stupid face

Murata stream update: more pretty Genos, with before & after his eyes inked in!


Pairings in Vuelo, live in concert version.



Borderlands Appreciation Month → [BTPS] Day 16: Favorite NPC

“I’m a hero, baby – self-sacrifice is part of the job.” | “The things I could have DONE! Friggin’ liars – friggin’ COWARDS! They’re no better than BANDITS!” | “We’re gonna scorch the freakin’ planet in fire. There’s gonna be screaming…bandits are gonna die left and right… I can’t wait!”

“Call me Jack, honey. Handsome Jack.“


i heard faceday got changed to faceweekend which is neat cus i didn’t have time to take any pics yesterday whoops so yeah here’s me n the boys

That’s My Girl

Note: yooo I know it’s been ages since I’ve last posted anything and idk if anyone still cares about this account lmao but I was reading Void imagines the other day and it inspired me (y’all know I’m a damn sucker for him) so… this happened ahaha. if you guys want a second part (might write one anyway tbh depends on the feedback this gets), let me know!

Warning(s): slightly uncanon (I haven’t watched Teen Wolf in at least two years tbh oops); malicious reader; creepy Nogitsune Stiles

Fairies are typically depicted as sweet, docile creatures in literature. They’re small, winged, and can typically wield woodland magic.

         The misconceptions about my species are just as plentiful as the accuracies. Yes, I’m small with supernatural abilities – but I am not winged, and there are all kinds of dark things bouncing around in my brain.

         I don’t look like the type of person to be cruel. In some ways, my innocent appearance holds truth; I’m not innately ruthless. I’m a little on the shy side, and I’m definitely the quietest in my pack. I’m not sarcastic like Stiles, and I’m not outspoken like Lydia.

         There are times, though, when I’m so consumed with these twisted thoughts, rantings ricocheting in my skull coming from forked tongues, that I feel crazy. Evil, even. There’s no one I can talk to about it. If I did have someone I could trust enough to discuss these demonic daydreams, I would still be afraid of saying anything. My pack is supposed to be fully good, dedicated to protecting the inhabitants of Beacon Hills from the nasty paranormals of the world. Protecting everyone from people like me.

         The suppression of these seductive, sinful, spiteful spirits, though, has only made them multiply.

         I hate it. But there’s nothing I can do.

         Now, for instance: I’m sitting on the counter in the McCalls’ kitchen. He called a pack meeting to check on everyone. A few days ago, Scott and Kira were attacked by smoky figures robed in black – the same mysterious beings that Allison and Isaac have encountered before, too.

         Everyone’s here, huddled around the rickety old table that Scott and his mother have had for what seems like forever.

         …well, everyone except Stiles, who apparently was admitted to the hospital for health issues earlier in the day. He hasn’t been sleeping lately – anyone can see that, based on the absurd pallor of his skin and the constant disarray of his hair and the sagging dark circles beneath his dreary eyes.

         There’s something wrong with him. I know it. Scott knows it. Everyone in this room knows it. The tension of the situation hangs over us like a storm cloud. We’re just waiting for it to burst with the news.

         “So, what do we know about these… Oni?” Scott tests the word out, like he’s unsure of the correct pronunciation. I don’t blame him. I’ve never heard of them in my life. For some reason, though, I’m overwhelmingly intrigued by them. If what my fellow packmates’ accounts of their meetings with the Oni are true, then they are very powerful, possibly magical.

         It’s wrong to be so taken with the idea of supremacy. I know it is; that’s practically the first sign of someone losing it: their thirst of control. I can’t help it, though. I’m so tiny compared to the strong, towering werewolves in the room. They can bare their teeth and draw their nails and rip someone to pieces.

         What can I do? Make trees grow faster than normal. Make grass shorter with a flick of my fingers, no lawn maintenance needed. Make flowers more vibrant.  

         Well, that’s not all I can do. That’s what I’ve let the pack see. If they knew what I’ve been rehearsing in my free time, though…

         Another thing they can’t find out about.

         “Apparently, they can’t be stopped by any man-made weapon,” Allison says. Her voice is edged. “They’re a force of nature summoned by a dark Kitsune to carry out a task.”

         Inadvertently, everyone’s eyes flicker to Kira, who blushes and keeps her gaze downcast. As the only Kitsune in our pack, she must feel a little uncomfortable with the assumptions that could be made.  

         “Unstoppable. Great.” Isaac grimaces, crossing his arms. “So, what are we supposed to do if they come back?”

         “Maybe they won’t,” Lydia muses. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. “The marks you found on yourselves after your confrontations… it’s as if they were checking something, and you guys were cleared.”

         I press my lips together, wanting to speak up, but too apprehensive of interrupting and having all attention on me at once.

         My phone buzzes in my pocket, causing me to jump. Kira notices, looking at me with concern. “Are you okay?”

         So much for not attracting scrutiny.

         “Yeah.” My face is hot as I mindlessly fumble for the stupid cell, yanking it free with a little more force than necessary. “Just… just got a text… um…” I bite my lip as I stare down at the message.

From: Stiles

where are you

Frowning, I open my mouth – planning on telling everyone – then think better of it and seal my lips.

Why would Stiles be texting me that? Why would he be texting me in the first place? Isn’t he supposed to be drugged and unconscious in the hospital?

Stiles and I aren’t close. Sure, we have the pack bond, the thing that keeps everyone in this room together. But it doesn’t go beyond basic friendship. I’m certainly not the kind of person he would think to ask for if he needed something.

Despite how strange the request for my location is, I answer.

To: Stiles

at scott’s

The reply is instantaneous.

From: Stiles

you don’t want to be there

It’s not an inquiry. He states it like a fact, like he knows all the messed-up nonsense going through my mind, like he knows how uneasy I have begun to feel any time I’m forced to be around the people I’m supposed to love and trust more than anything.

I don’t have time to respond.

From: Stiles

come see me instead

Anxiously, I glance up to check on the pack on the ridiculous notion that, somehow, they’re able to read my messages from their seats across the room.

They’ve returned to one another, thankfully, further pondering the presence of the Oni within Beacon Hills – well, all except Isaac, who is staring at me with worry and confusion in his expression. No doubt he can hear my heart, and is probably wondering who I’m texting to make me feel like that.

I decide to follow Stiles’ wishes – even if they’re out of the ordinary. Besides, he was right to a painful degree. I want to leave and I want it to be now.

To: Stiles

where do you want me to meet you

He writes back a few seconds later – record time for him, considering all the other times we’ve communicated via text he takes several minutes to respond.

From: Stiles

hiking trail

From: Stiles

come alone

From: Stiles

and now

I choose to walk to the hiking trail, opting for an enjoyable walk at dusk, surrounded by nature. Everywhere I walk, the withering plants perk up and the sidewalk’s puddles evaporate and the deadened grass appears a little greener than it should in the winter.

         It’s involuntary, something that naturally occurs whenever I’m at peace – and I am now that I’m out of that house and away from those people.

         I frown at my thoughts, staring at my ankle boots. They’ve stayed remarkably clean, probably due to my powers eliminating anything dirty from my path before I can even cross the natural mess.

         I shouldn’t be this way. There’s something wrong with me. Something inside me. Something wicked.

         When I reach my destination, I see that Stiles is waiting for me. He’s lounged against a tree, examining his short fingernails. Somehow, in the day we’ve been apart, he looks even worse than before, near corpse-like.

         “Hey,” I greet softly. It’s cold out, unbearable when you stand still. I stuff my hands in the pockets of my brown leather jacket, breath swirling in front of me. “You wanted to see me?”

         If I wasn’t thrown off by his weird messages and strange choice of meeting place, the way he looks at me would definitely hint to something being off.

         It’s in the way his head leisurely rolls, raising a fraction to look at me beneath his long eyelashes. “Yes,” he says simply. Now he’s straightening his stance, a faint smile on his lips. “Come.” He starts into the woods.

         For a moment, I hesitate. I’m wearing a floral pattern dress and heeled boots. Not exactly the ideal outfit for taking a hike. Stiles is wearing a navy shirt, jeans and a pair of grey Vans. Definitely not equipped for a hike or the chilly weather.

         He’s so insistent, though, and his dark eyes are oddly appealing in the dim light. I glance over my shoulder to check that no one is around, then follow him onto the red gravel.

         We walk in silence for a little while, immersing ourselves deeper into the rustling forest. The sun has completely set now, but fireflies have swarmed our hunched shoulders, lighting the way – just as they always do whenever I’m outside at night, no matter the weather or the season.

         “So…” I start awkwardly, cheeks warming in embarrassment at how loud my meek voice seems among the still foliage. “What did you need?”

         “Why do you assume I need something?” His face is shadowed.

         “Um…” I blindly search the branches. “I just… you don’t usually… I guess I just expected that you would want to talk to Scott or Lydia when you got out of the hospital.” With trembling fingers, I tuck my hair behind my ear. “How are you feeling, by the way?”

         A particularly noisy firefly darts between us, illuminating the amused smirk on his pale face for a moment.

         “Soothed,” he murmurs. “It’s relaxing to be around someone I can relate to.”


         Stiles is nothing like me. He’s boisterous and snoopy and witty. I’m reserved and conservative and timid. Somehow, though, he’s seemed to discover some similarities between us, and I’m intrigued to hear them.

         He chuckles lowly. “Don’t you know?” He purrs the words.

         “Know what?” I press. We come to a bend in the trail. He decides to stop here. I turn to face him. Fireflies zoom around us, floating close to my scalp and his lean biceps.

         “You don’t have to hide from me, Y/N.” His eyes are dead, but there’s amusement in the corners of his thin, chapped lips. “I know.” He wets his mouth, still looking at me with that same dissociated yet dizzying stare. “I know all about your black heart and your pretty little twisted mind.”

         My throat feels thick. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Whispered, because I can barely summon the courage to speak.

         Stiles knows.

         He grins now. It’s a slow, gradual process, and when it finally takes his face, he hums. “Don’t lie.” He’s shaking his head now. “You can’t. You can’t lie to me. Not to me.” He dares to step closer, and when I stumble back, one of his hands grip my wrist and yank me forward. I’m pitched against his chest. His nostrils are flaring, and he’s looking down his nose at me with a pinched expression, like he’s agitated that I tried to get away. My wrist is bruising beneath his freezing fingers; I can feel the mar developing as he continues to keep me close.

         “Don’t run from me. It’s futile. You won’t get far before I catch you.”

         I swallow hard. “Stiles-”

         “Drop the act, Y/N. You don’t have to pretend any more. I know who you truly are, what you are – a malevolent, bloodthirsty-”

         Vines snake up from the ground, wrapping around his limbs, jerking him off his feet and throwing him across the path. Rocks spray as his body skids, the denim of his jeans producing a rough shriek of protest as they struggle to hold together.

         I’m panting, rubbing over my wrist. I know I should run, but I can’t bring myself to move. I watch his crumbled form with interest, wondering what he’ll do and how he’ll react. Part of me is curious about what he’s saying, too.

         “I’m impressed,” he drawls as he pushes himself up on all fours. “You’ve been holding out on the pack. Manipulating nature?” He’s standing now, his lips pursed. “That’s a bit of a dark talent. What else can you do? Choke people with branches? Rip their limbs from their torsos? Plunge sticks through their chests and hold their hearts aloft?”

         When I don’t answer, he smiles. “You don’t know, do you?”

         “No, I don’t. I don’t want to know.” I press my lips together. “Stiles, look you can’t tell anyone, okay? Scott and the others… they won’t… they’ll freak out, and I-”

         He sighs and I stop speaking. “Lying again, Y/N? Now that just won’t do.”

         The fireflies around me shudder. Suddenly Stiles and I are surrounded by masked men in black, tendrils of smoke oozing from them.


         I gasp, spinning around, seeing that there’s nowhere to run. It dawns on me that they must’ve been summoned, and the only person who could’ve done so is standing in this tight circle with me, wearing the guise of a friend.

         “You…” I trail off, gaping at him in amazement.

         “What? Finally caught on that I’m not Stiles?” He staggers toward me. “Certainly took you long enough.”

         “But… but how…”

         “Don’t you see? You’re not the only one with a dark side.” He’s right in front of me now, the toes of our shoes touching. “The only difference here is that Stiles gave himself over to it.” Nose inches from mine, breath fanning out across my face. “It feels so good to embrace the bad, Y/N. So good.”

         I’m shaking my head. “No, it’s… we’re supposed to… uh…”

         Stiles hums in enjoyment. “Fox got your tongue?”

         “No, I just…” My hands are quivering, and my voice does the same. “This is so…”

         “Unexpected?” He quirks a brow. “Think of how shocked I felt when I woke in this body drawn to you…” He leans even closer. When I turn my head, he follows me. “…a pretty little fairy…” I turn my head again, and he chases after. “…who is just the sweetest girl on the outside…” His fingers take hold of my chin and force me to look at him. “…but on the inside? Oh,” he groans in delight. “Quite the naughty opposite.”

         Shame washes over me in waves, stinging at my eyes. I look up at the treetops, trying to steady my breathing. “Stop,” I mutter.

         He shakes his head, letting his nose slide along my cheek. “Not until you accept it.”

         “I won’t,” I tell him.

         “You should.” Trailing along my jawline now. “You don’t have to stay with your pack anymore. Come be yourself with me. I can promise you a lifetime of chaos and freedom.”

         Tempting. So tempting, and he knows it. He’s grinning when I shut my eyes and shake my head. “I can’t.”

         “Yes, you can.” Nuzzling my neck. “I believe in how bad you can be – if you let yourself.” An exhale against my ear, one that has a shiver passing through my body that isn’t caused by the cold. “Give in, Y/N. That’s all you have to do. It’s very easy, I promise.” He pulls away now, piercing me with solemn and sincere eyes. “Just give in.”

         “No!” I shout, flustered and finally at the breaking point. I shove against his chest, placing distance between us. The ground shakes, and small fissures form, separating myself from Stiles and the Oni. The shifting of the Earth is loud and causes dead leaves to fall from the trees.

         If I thought this feat would cause him to back down, I was wrong. If anything, it just entices him more.          

         “You are special, aren’t you?” His eyes are sparkling. The movement of the ground caused him to fall, and though it has since stilled, he remains sitting. “Think of how great you could be, though.”

         I let out a harsh breath. “No.” I run my hands through my hair. “I’m going to my pack now. I’ve had enough of this. Goodbye.”

         He laughs. “What are you going to tell them? That I was harassing you?”

         “I…” My momentum is lost. “That shouldn’t matter to you,” I manage. “They’re going to keep me safe.”

         “I think they are the ones who need protection.” That easy grin still resides on his face, like we’re old friends reminiscing. “You’re dangerous.”

         “No. Not to them. I’m different with them.” Then I shake my head and correct myself. “I’m who I’m supposed to be with them. I like that version of me.”

         “You don’t.”

         My teeth grit. “I do,” I assure him, trying to convince myself, too. My hands clench into fists, and he catches the small movement.

         “Are you threatening me?” He inquires, nodding to my aggressive posture. “That would not be wise.”

         “I’m not.” I force myself to relax. “I’m leaving, and I don’t want you to follow me,” I tell him firmly.

         “I don’t have to. I’ll find you if I want to see you.”

         “Not if I go somewhere you can’t.”

         Now he genuinely laughs. “Y/N… it doesn’t matter where you go. I will find you, and the darkness will have you. You can’t run from yourself, and you can’t hide from me.”

Hello, an anon wanted to see my face yeah. I’m the middle picture btw, i found the other two guy pics on google idk who they are :///// WHO TO TAG. YOU SEE, THE MORE PEOPLE I TAG THE MORE PEOPLE WILL SEE THIS WHICH IS A BIG NO NO.

@kim-taeyeon, @jung-jessica, @taeblush, @fantaesy, @candyeon, @ninthwish​, @sonuyhshidae

In other news, this face ☝️ fucking kills me. Now back to your regularly-scheduled programming.

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Here you bloody go, I wrote half of this whilst I was drunk and didn’t bothe proof reading so bloody ENJOY. 

Word count: 1952

Originally posted by thosekidswhohuntmonsters


“Hey, are you there?”

My head snapped around from my book to check my radio on my bedside table—I wasn’t sure if I was hearing things or if Steve Rogers was paging me at 3am in the morning.

“Hellllooooo,” the radio crackled again—I wasn’t imagining it.

“Hello?” I answered quickly, my voice filled with curiosity—what the hell did he want?

“I knew you’d be awake,” I could practically hear him smile down the line—I didn’t have to see him to know that his stupid grin was plastered on his stupid face.

“Well yeah,” I rolled my eyes as I set down my book, “I literally told you this morning that I haven’t been able to go to sleep before 5am.”

“Meet me in the stairwell of level 12,” He completely ignored the fact that I’d outed him.

“What?!” Why the fuck did he want to meet in the damn stairwell? “Are you joking?” There was no way he was being serious.

“I’m being one hundred per cent serious, five minutes, I expect you there.”

“Jesus,” I huffed down the line, “way to be pushy, but yeah okay whatever, see you in five.” I rolled out of bed and shoved myself into my dressing gown, praying that whatever he had in store for me was worth leaving the comfort of my sheets.

“You better have a good reason for doing this Rogers,” I said monotonously as trudged up the stair with him. I’d met him on level 12 like he’d requested and he’d graciously let me know that we’d be walking up two more levels because our stupid elevator was down.

“Trust me,” he stopped in front of the door to level 14, “You’re going to love it.” He pulled out a key from his back pocket and I wondered to myself why the door was locked in the first place.

“So,” he turned to me as he shoved the key in, “this is where I come when I can’t sleep and I want to share it with you.” He opened the door slowly before standing aside so that I could make my way through.

“Uh—“ I could feel my throat run dry as I lost all sense of how to speak. “Um, yeah okay.” I was so nervous, I’d never had anyone share their safe space with me before and I didn’t know how I was going to cope.

My heart began to race as I made my way inside—I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting, but it definitely hadn’t been an indoor garden. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Despite only being dimly lit by lanterns the garden was breath-taking. There were vines covering the walls, bushy ferns in the corners, garden beds filled with almost every flower possible and most importantly, there was a lily pond, right in the centre of the room.

“Holy shit Steve, this is beautiful.” I just couldn’t understand how what I was seeing managed to exist, how had he had the time?

“Your favourite flowers are lilies right?” He raised an eyebrow as he took my hand—I almost jolted away, I hadn’t been expecting it.

“Yeah, wait how do you know that?”

“What?” he said as he sat down on a small bench in the middle of the room right next to the lily pond. “You think I don’t listen to you when you ramble on in the kitchen?”

“Yeah!” I laughed lightly as I sat down beside him, “No one ever listens to me when I ramble.”

“I listen,” he entwined his hand with mine again and I gulped uncomfortably. “I know your favourite flowers are lilies, that you’re afraid of the dark AND the ocean. I know that your favourite book is a tale of two cities and that you read it every night because you can’t sleep till early parts of the morning.” He used his free hand to nudge my face towards his. “I know that when I wake up the first thing I think about is what your daily joke is going to be, I know I think about knocking on your door every night and asking you out to dinner—“

“You what?!” I didn’t think he realised what he was saying, “Steve—“

“I’m being serious,” his thumb grazed over my knuckles. “I’m not good at this whole dating thing you know?”

I nodded sincerely, he’d complained to me about it a few times and I truly felt bad.

“But I want to try with you, honestly.”

“With me?” I swallowed the lump in my throat. I’d never thought about Steve in that way. I mean I’d always thought he was good looking, but I never considered dating him. It made me giddy to think that someone actually listened to all the stupid things I had to say—everyone else just seemed to brush me off, Steve never had and I’d only just noticed that.

“Yes,” he nodded, “with you.” He leaned over to fish out a lily from the pond. “So will you?” He held it out to me with the most innocent eyes and I’d never been so mesmerised by a man before. I was seeing someone in a whole new light and I honestly couldn’t believe I’d missed it.

I wasn’t sure completely, but the way he was presenting himself made me want to try. “I mean,” I admired the flower for a second before plucking it gently from his hand. “There’s no harm in trying.”

“Perfect,” he grinned, “How about I pick you up at 7pm tomorrow?”

“That sounds wonderful.”

Three knocks on the door let my nervous stomach know that Steve was at the door. 7pm had taken all day to arrive and I’d spent all morning feeling like I was going to be nervous.

“Hi,” I smiled as I opened the door to a nervous looking Captain—who to my surprise was holding a bouquet of peonies.

“Hi,” he replied as he cracked his knuckles nervously. “I—um—got these for you.” He held out the flowers to me and I graciously accepted them before planting a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you—I might start my own garden at this rate.” I motioned for him to come inside as I trudged towards my shelves so that I could locate a vase.

He let out a small laugh as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his black jeans. “Don’t think I’m helping, I’ve got a whole one of my own to look after and barely any time.”

I laughed—really laughed and I had no idea why, because his joke hadn’t been that funny. It was clear that things were changing and I wasn’t complaining, because I knew it was for the better.

“It’s okay I might just get Bucky to help out,” I teased knowing he would hate it.

He scrunched up his face “I mean sure, go ahead.”

“Stop it,” it was my turn to place an encouraging hand on his shoulder, usually that was his job.

“I won’t lie,” he smirked, “that made me slightly jealous.”

I laughed lightly “I could tell.”

“You know what,” he looked towards my TV, “how about we forget the dinner reservations, we’ll order some take away and we can watch any show you want to.”

“You’re kidding, I would fucking love that.” I’d never felt so relieved in my life—I hated dates, the thought of them made me nervous to the point where I was almost sick—I was surprised that I hadn’t already vomited.

“Perfect,” he grinned as he walked towards my sofa. It was times like these I was thankful that Tony had given me a master bedroom.

“Do you mind if I change?” I asked, already unzipping my dress, not waiting for his answer.

“Sure,” he gulped.

I smiled to myself as I flung the dress I was wearing back into my cupboard—I knew he was watching me.

I pulled on an oversized t-shirt and made my way over to the sofa.

“So,” I said as I plopped myself down beside him “have you watched stranger things?”

“No,” he shook his head, “but people keep telling me it’s good.”

“Wonderful,” I grabbed the remote from beside me, “you’re about to be shown a masterpiece Rogers.”

I’d fallen asleep at about episode 5 of season 1—I assumed that all the wriggling Steve was doing was because he was trying to regain feeling in his arm.

“Shit,” I recoiled, “I’m so sorry.” Trust me to have fallen asleep on my date.

“No!” he quickly stopped me, “it’s okay!”

“Are you enjoying it?” I smiled as I looked towards the TV. I’d already seen season 1 which was probably why I’d fallen asleep—that and the fact that I hadn’t had a good nights sleep, despite being shown Steve’s beautiful garden.

“It’s good—but,” he placed his knuckle under my chin and I felt a shiver run through my body. “I think I would rather be spending my time doing this—“ before I could gather what he meant, he was already crashing his lips against mine and boy I wasn’t complaining.

Everything about him was gentle and I just couldn’t handle it—I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer, eliciting a groan from him as his threaded his fingers through my hair.

“Shit,” I moaned against his mouth as he decided to act with more urgency. We were like hungry animals—Steve Rogers was something that had been in front of me for so long and I hadn’t known I’d needed him until he was shoving his tongue down my throat.

“Please don’t rip my shirt off,” he joked—I really was tugging hard, my brain clearly didn’t understand he was already as close as he could be.

“I’m so tempted to,” I tugged hard again, just to show him I meant it.

“I don’t have expendable funds to buy more shirts to take you on dates—“ he breathed before placing a trail of kisses down my neck.

“Oh my god,” I sucked in a breath, “do not fucking do that again or I’ll literally rip all your damn clothes off.”

“Oh?” he had the audacity to do it again, but ten times slower.

“That’s it—“ suddenly I was struggling his belt buckle, but he was pushing me away.

“No,” he scolded as he pulled away. “No, no.”

“Why not?” I really didn’t see why it was a problem.

“I just—“ he turned away, “I’m sorry—shit, this is gonna sound so stupid, but I’d really just like to wait, I want this to mean more.”

I grabbed his hand, “stop it Steve, it’s not stupid at all, I get it I promise.”

“Yeah?” he turned back towards me.

“Yes.” I wrapped my pinky around his, “look, why don’t you sleep—we can finish the series tomorrow.”

“That sounds like a plan.” He pulled my head towards him and planted a kiss against my forehead, “goodnight.”

“Goodnight Steven.” I stole a quick kiss from his lips, my head feeling somewhat giddy at the fact that I was seeing him the next day.

“Oh wait,” he fished for something in his pocket and finally picked out a key. “This is for you,” he held it out to me, “your personal key to the garden for when you can’t sleep.”

Attached to the key was a small lily key ring and I swear I felt like crying.

“Get out,” I scolded as I grabbed the key, “hurry before I kiss you again.”

He let out a loud laugh, “goodnight, I’ll see you tomorrow.”


Alrighty, the ever so lovely @le-sel-et-le-vide tagged me to post some of my recent selfies, soooo here they are! In true Carolina fashion, they’re mostly taken from the same angle and gosh dang, did I find some quality lighting for some of these. 

I’m not tagging anyone for this, but if you’d like to post some pictures of your wonderful face and say I tagged you, I would be very very happy to see! 

Sirius Black x Reader: Stop it

     Everything was normal, or as normal as things could be with the Marauders. We are making our way down to the dungeons for our potions class, but as normal the boys are messing around, which will undoubtedly make us late. For once, I don’t think I’d mind the idea of being late to potions. Who would want to spend such a lovely spring afternoon in the drafty dungeons that often smell like something’s burning or rotten eggs?

      I made the mistake of looking over at Sirius. He had his trademark smirk on his face, and mischief was sparkling in his eyes. For once, his hair looked decently combed. Sirius was driving me insane. His laid back personality, his laid back composure. The way he talked. How his hands were always stuffed in his pockets or his arms were crossed behind his head. The way he just waltzed throughout the school without a care. Everything, everything he did, everything about him. It was driving me insane.

     Without my permission, and without much thought, a sentence tumbled past my lips. “Oh my god, Sirius, stop it.” He turned to me with an amused look and a raised eyebrow. “Stop what, (Y/n)?” He asked, his voice smooth and silky. “Just stop, stop being so attractive and mesmerizing.” I said, once again without much thought put into it. “Attractive? Mesmerizing? You find me attractive and mesmerizing?” Even if I wasn’t looking, I would have been able to hear the smirk behind his words. “I- I have no idea what you are talking about.” I stuttered out, playing dumb.

     “Oh, but you do. You said, and I quote, stop being so attractive and mesmerizing.” James stated, using my words against me with a smirk. “James Potter I said no-” I began to protest, but was cut short. “You don’t happen to fancy me, do you (Y/n)?” Sirius asked, the amusement in his eyes and the smirk on his face only growing. I opened and closed my mouth many times to give some sort of answer, but found myself unable. I wouldn’t have been able to tell the truth even if I wanted to. The smirk faded from Sirius’ face. “You do don’t you?” He asked much softer, no longer joking. I looked away to the ground, cheeks warming and tears forming. Not giving him the chance to reject me, or maybe even accept me, I hurried off with one destination in mind. And it wasn’t potions class, but the girls’ bathroom.

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