by drinking out of jars

Nct as Vampires

Request: Hi! Could you do an NCT Vampire au? Like how each of the members would be as a vampire? Thank you! :) I hope I requested correctly

A/N: i was actually thinking of writing a single post for each member but it’d be too many so here’s only a brief summary !! if you want me to emphasise on a specific member please do request again !

Assume that only you know about their identity and they promised not to hurt you as long as you don’t tell anyone else ,, and also you live together with them


  • really chill about his identity
  • like when you first told him you knew , all he did was get shocked and asked how you knew , then went back to being normal
  • acts more like a human than a vampire tbh
  • you don’t even know how he survives because you never actually saw him eat/suck ( is this even right it sounds wrong omg ) any other living things before for their blood
  • and when you ask him ,
  • he simply replies with a “ secrets ”
  • turns out he’s been drinking blood he stole from clueless vampire WinWin’s bottle/jar since they stay in the same room


  • he’s so quiet and mysterious it’s creepy
  • like you don’t know when he’d do something dangerous and sudden
  • so you lowkey stayed away from him even after he promised not to hurt you
  • but then you realised he’s an actual softie
  • because you saw him crying over an anime once
  • yes vampires need entertainment too
  • so you start opening up to him
  • and he shares with you about his family and ancestors
  • like how great of vampires they were
  • when he goes out to hunt at night though ,
  • he becomes really serious and you lowkey got scared once because he came back home with blood all around his mouth
  • then he smiles at you innocently and blankly
  • and you can’t help but return a fake smile like hansol you’re scaring me get away and wash up first


  • okay he likes teasing you A LOT
  • okay maybe more of threatening , not teasing
  • like one time you were too lazy to cook lunch for him ,
  • he got super close to you and whispered sarcastically like “ i can’t guarantee you’d still be able to stay up till dinner tonight though ”
  • and he shows his fangs too like stop johnny what are you doing
  • so you were left with no choice but to cook for him
  • he’s such a flirty vampire i cant even
  • like he got you a black dress and cap one day
  • and when you asked him why ,
  • he was like “ you should know we vampires can’t be exposed to sunlight ,, but your beauty and smile’s shining brighter than it so i gotta cover you up ”
  • go away johnny ew
  • kidding he’s so hot tbh


  • really particular about how he looks and acts
  • like he’s really ‘elegant’ as a vampire (?) ( does this even make sense omg )
  • like his cape must be washed and ironed out properly every day before night falls
  • and he HAS to do it himself
  • one time you helped him wash and clean it ,
  • he got so pissed he didn’t come back for two nights
  • turns out he was living in some kind of abandoned house as a bat
  • and he couldn’t stand the dust so he had no choice but to come back
  • he sometimes forgets that you’re human so he shares with you on stories of all the people he’s eaten
  • and when you’re like “ taeyong that’s too much detail … ”
  • he gets all jumpy like , “ oh shit i forgot , i’m sorry ”
  • “ i forgot i got too caught up ”
  • but he doesn’t really seem different from a human being so you’re not that much bothered by him


  • okay here we have another flirty vampire
  • like really really flirty
  • like one moment you’d just be there watching television ,
  • then a pair of hands wraps tightly around your hips
  • “ want me to turn you into one too ? ”
  • “ no wth yuta what are you doing ”
  • “ couldn’t resist you ”
  • “ stop yuta , hands off ”
  • “ who are you to tell me what to do , i have the powers here ”
  • “ yeah sure if you don’t let go i’ll move out rn ”
  • then he lets go right away and pouts like a small kid
  • he’s really lazy and afraid to go out under the sun so he stays at home like 24/7
  • and he clings onto you like a leech
  • disturbing and annoying you as a form of entertainment


  • he’s such an angel though
  • but you didn’t knew he was a vampire until like 1 month of staying together
  • because you always wondered why he went out and came home so late in the night
  • until you saw him drinking some red & thick liquid one day in his cape
  • you almost screamed and fainted
  • but kun was nice enough to help you out , and confessed about his identity after
  • and was like “ don’t worry , i won’t hurt you , you’re too beautiful ”
  • he didn’t even tell you not to spread it , as he trusts that you will keep it a secret
  • so sweet tbh
  • smh why were you born as a vampire not an angel kun


  • always shookt and worried that his identity might get revealed
  • so everytime you come home , the first thing he asks you is
  • “ did you tell anyone ? ”
  • “ doyoung of course not they’d think im crazy ”
  • “ are you sure ? ”
  • “ yes , i promise ”
  • then he goes back to acting all confident and laidback like
  • “ haha what’s there to be afraid of ”
  • then he turns into a bat and follows you around the next day to spy on you
  • and he thought you wouldn’t notice but in fact he’s so obvious so you just let him be


  • always curious about the ‘humans’ like ,
  • “ wow Y/N how does it feel to die ? ”
  • “ do i look like i’ve died before , ten ? ”
  • “ hehe idk , im just curious , i’ve been living for like 127 this is not intentional years now ”
  • “ you’re so old ”
  • “ but i’m still cute right ?? ”
  • and he gives you a cute and innocent smile
  • you wonder if he’s even a vampire
  • but when he gets ready to go out at night he always has this smirk on his face
  • and he’d have eye contact with you before he flies off
  • so rude but you gotta admit he looks good


  • like taeil he’s pretty chill about his identity
  • his naturally white and fair skin caught your attention first
  • then he was always hiding in the room first thing in the morning , saying that he had to take his ’ daily medicine ’
  • turns out it was small cups of blood when you went to check
  • so when you first asked him he was just like
  • “ since i trust you , yeah i’m one ”
  • then he flashed his sharp fangs infront of you
  • and when he saw your shocked expression he’d laugh to himself , his cute and smol dimples coming back
  • he actually takes care of you instead , and protects you from other vampires/creatures from attacking


  • he’s such a soft person you couldn’t believe it when he told you he was a vampire
  • and he casually mentioned it to you during a conversation
  • you were shookt for days
  • “ why are you always so tired in the day ”
  • “ i don’t sleep at night ”
  • “ why ? ”
  • “ we are more active in the dark ”
  • “ ‘we’ ? ”
  • “ vampires .. ”
  • he’s cute and innocent most of the time
  • but when night time falls he gets really serious and doesn’t come back quickly ,
  • because he has to find the perfect type and taste of blood which suits him

The minors are all half-vampires instead of ‘full’ ones


  • he’s so clueless and adorable he often asks you vampire related questions that you cant even answer , like
  • “ why do we live forever ? will we never die ? wow that’s cool ”
  • “ mark i dont know .. ”
  • “ how am i supposed to take blood out of someone , won’t it hurt them ? ”
  • “ mark i’m not a vampire idk anything ”
  • “ oh … sorry ”
  • he’s so polite and nice he almost starved and fainted because he couldn’t bear to hurt anyone for blood
  • so you had no choice but to donate your own blood
  • which also refused to drink ,
  • but you forced it down his throat , so now active mark is back again


  • another literal angel why
  • he tries his best to sustain his hunger by only eating food
  • but part of him still feels drained because he’s half-vampire after all , he needs blood
  • so he tried drinking his own one ,
  • but it made him even sicker
  • so you had to ask for vampire taeyong’s help because he always had spare bottles of blood
  • just like that you lectured renjun on keeping his body healthy and fit
  • and he was like “ sure … but one person that i’d never ever eat is you , even if im dying ”
  • go reborn as an angel with kun please


  • he’s always smiling and cheerful , the thought of him being a vampire never once crossed your mind
  • but when he told you that he’s only half ,
  • you still got really shocked and speechless ,
  • and as soon as he noticed he promised not to hurt you
  • he likes showing you baby photos of himself , the growing process of his small fangs ,
  • and the way he’d always smile brightly
  • he likes going on walks with you but he always prepares a cap and a pair of jacket to cover himself , if he gets exposed to the sun too much


  • such a prankster i cant even
  • he’d offer to pour you a cup of water ,
  • then when he comes out with two cups filled with red liquid you’re like ,
  • “ this better not be blood haechan- ”
  • “ it is ”
  • “ what why ”
  • “ try it , it’s really good ”
  • “ no donghyuck i cant do this ”
  • “ shut up and drink it ”
  • and after a few minutes of arguing ,
  • “ it’s only some cranberry juice ”
  • and he also likes joking about turning you into a vampire too
  • and would use it as an advantage to call you to help him do things
  • “ help me wash my clothes … if not i might hurt you , idk ”


  • a mixture of haechan + winwin
  • one moment he’d be all soft and positive ,
  • the other he’s scaring you with his fangs and blood
  • but he knows when to stop and not scare you too much
  • he’s also pretty flirty and smooth like
  • “ if you were a blood type you’d be my favourite ”
  • “ jaemin that’s not cool , stop ”
  • “ okay fine you’re my favourite human ”


  • he’s so happy and loud you didn’t think he was a vampire
  • and his looks did not help too , as he looked so cute and adorable to you
  • he slightly teases and joke with you
  • especially when he reminds you of the face you made when he first told you
  • your mouth and eyes were wide open and no words were said
  • he doesn’t really need that much blood so he acts just like a normal human being ,
  • only sometimes when you notice him getting a bit tired ,
  • you’d ask him to go eat/replenish on his blood intake and listens to you without fail


  • like chenle , this baby is still in the process of developing the vampire characteristics ,
  • so his fangs are still pretty short and he can perform perfectly well even without the intake of blood & under sunlight
  • so you had absolutely no idea he was one
  • until he accidentally told you while y'all were talking
  • and he got so flustered and worried after he realised his confession , he couldn’t sleep peacefully that night
  • but as soon as you told him you didn’t mind and would not spread it ,
  • he became to soften up and share more stories of his family to you

Night walking protection & invisibility glamour

For those of you in need of safe passage after dark, whether you’re out drinking with friends or roaming between ports, I’ve made a spell jar for night travel protection and invisibility.

As a lifetime collector of curio, I had lots of weird stuff laying around even before I started practicing, which I now use in my craft (that hobby of mine was perhaps a sign of things to come). But there are several redundant ingredients in this jar, and if you only have one for an intended purpose, that will serve you just as well.

  • A jar small enough to carry (a sachet is good too)
  • *Cat fur (for watchfulness, intuitiveness, silent movement)
  • Mugwort (protection, safe travel)
  • Poppy seed and/or mustard seed (invisibility, confuse enemies)
  • Paper and pen
  • Safe travel sigil (I used a pair of Icelandic sigils, one on each side, against theives and against evil by land and sea)
  • Dark blue glitter (protection, invisibility)
  • Gray thread (glamour, invisibility)
  • Candle (either dark blue, or one of the gray-scale colors: white, black, or gray)

Draw your sigil on your paper and charge it however you prefer, but a silent method may be preferable in this case. As my sigil was double-sided, I held it between my wrists and charged it with my pulse.

Set aside your gray thread. Light your candle(s), and begin placing the rest of the ingredients inside your jar as you focus on stilling your energy, cloaking it from those around you.

Take your gray thread. As you tie a knot in one end of the thread, whisper,

I pass through the night silent, light-footed,

As you tie a knot in the other end, whisper,

Invisible to all the monsters of the darkness,

Now loop the thread snuggly around the neck, and as you tie a knot to secure it, whisper,

And the shadows protect me from harm.

Cap your bottle and use wax from your candle to seal.

If you leave decently long ends on your thread, you can tie it onto a necklace, belt loop, etc, to wear.

*I hope this doesn’t need saying, but just in case, please collect your cat fur ethically. I used saved fur from a deceased kitty of mine. If you have your own cat, use shed hairs if possible. You can also scritch a friendly kitty with bent fingers, which they will enjoy, and after a few passes you should have a bit of hair on your hands.

anonymous asked:

Now that you've told us you have wild drunken stories, would you tell us one please? Or maybe incorporate it into an imagine with some of the skelebros? That would be pretty cool

One of my favorite drunken nights was when I went out for drinks with my friend, and we met his aunt/his aunt’s friend.  We ended up at some little hole in the wall bar where it was so packed, that we had to pile on a deck outside.  A dude wearing sunglasses at night came over and started trying to talk to me, but I was too distracted asking “Why the hell are you wearing those at night?  Can you see?  There’s no sun.  Are you high, and you’re trying to hide how red your eyes are?”  And then my friend’s aunt comes over, and she throws her arm around the dude because she’s pretttyyy drunk and starts questioning him about the sunglasses, too.  Then she decides she wants to wear them and throws her arm around me.  

“I wish my boyfriend was here,” she says, sighing loudly.  

My friend comes over and claims that her boyfriend is not an attractive man.  

“Yeah, okay, so he’s bald.. he’s short.. he’s fat.. Fine.  But he has a HUGE DICK!”  She holds out her arms to give me an idea of the inhumanly-possible size of said dick.

“A big dong, you say?” I chime, and my friend starts shaking his head, trying to get me to stop from encouraging her.

“BIG DONG KONG!” she shouts as loud as she can, while my friend desperately tries to shush his aunt.  

“BIG DONG SCHLONG!” I yell back, and the two of us high-five.  This is the first conversation I’ve ever had with this 50-year-old woman, but we’re instantly best friends in that moment.  

We leave and go to a honky tonk–like right out of one of those movies about the South, where people are wearing cowboy hats and drinking and dancing that I thought were a myth.  My friend and I are the youngest people there by nearly thirty years.  All the older women LOVE him; he’s dancing with them and grinding on them, and they’re ARGUING over who gets to dance with him next.  It’s crazy.  I end up buying JAEGER BOMBS (yes, you have to shout it as loud as you can when you order it, in the douchiest voice possible) with the aunt, and we start knocking them back.  I dance for entirely too long, and at the time, I think I’m just the best dancer ever, but I’m pretty sure I was just kicking my legs out and flailing around in a circle.  I end up with a cowboy hat at some point during the night.

The aunt and her friend join me on the dance floor, and we order more shots.  In fact, I’m feeling so wonderful that I order shots FOR THE ENTIRE BAR.   I guess I’ve just secretly always wanted to shout “A ROUND OF SHOTS FOR EVERYONE, ON ME!” at the top of my lungs, who knows.  

It’s closing time, and my friend (the designated driver in this situation), takes his aunt and her friend home, but we all go into the apartment.  Her boyfriend is inside, and she throws herself against him, but ends up in the floor because she’s just too drunk.

I decide to shake his hand and introduce myself.


Nailed it.  The aunt writhes on the floor, but points toward me to say, “PREACH IT!”

This little man doesn’t know what to say.  "Big Dong Kong, I heard all about it.  Like a kick-stand, AMIRITE?“  I pat the bewildered man on the shoulder and move past him to head toward the bathroom.  However, I stop short and turn back toward my friend, standing on my tip-toes to whisper in his ear.  

(Which probably means I yelled it.)

“I don’t want to use their toilet because what if his dick is SO MASSIVE that it touched the seat??”

My other favorite story I’ll incorporate into an imagine.

You were already drunk off a pitcher of margaritas and free birthday tequila shots from the Mexican restaurant down the street by the time you reach your hotel’s bar, flanked by your best friend.  You’re wearing a giant, gaudy pin on your shirt that reads “IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!” because 1) it really is your birthday and 2) it guarantees that you and your friend will drink for free all night.  

When you sit down on a bar stool, two skeleton monsters automatically sit next to you and start chatting.  One of them, with red eyes and a fluffy jacket, has a smirk on his face as his eyelights travel your body.  He’s been nice enough so far, so when he gets ready to leave, he says, “i’m going to a strip club.  would you like to join me, sweetheart?”

“I’ve never been to a strip club!” you blurt, seeming excited over the idea… until your survival instincts kick in.  "WAIT, I KNOW WHAT THIS IS!“

”…what?“ he asks, his smirk beginning to fade.

"THIS IS WHERE I’LL EITHER END UP SOME SORT OF SEX SLAVE OR MURDERED AND CHOPPED UP IN YOUR TRUNK!”  At this point, the bartender is doubled over laughing.  You have no volume control.  

“what–?  no, sweetheart, i just–”  He stumbles over the words, completely caught off-guard.

“NOPE, NO WAY, I’M NOT DYING TONIGHT SIR!”  You keep drinking your drink.  "Thanks for paying for my drink, though.“  Well, at least you still have manners, even if you’re slurring.

Red shrugs, holding his hands up.  "sounds like you’ve been watching too many horror movies, dollface.  welp, if you change your mind, i’m in room two-oh-”

“I do NOT sleep with MURDERERS!”


“Serial killers are a definite NO for me!”  

“ok, ok.  happy birthday,” he mutters, slowly getting off the stool to leave.  As soon as he does, a skeleton wearing an orange hoodie takes his place.

“good to know you have standards.”  He flicks his wrist at the bar tender.  "her next drink is on me.“

You’re eyeing the giant ass jar of cocktail olives instead of paying him any attention.  "I really want an olive in my drink…”

“but.. you’re drinking something fruity, right?”

You nod.  "Sex on the beach.“

"yeaaahh, olives don’t go with that.”

You start frowning, still staring down those olives.  "Who says it has to be like that?  I want olives in it.“

"you can’t drink it with olives.  it would be terrible.”

“Yes, I can!”

“fine, if you can, i’ll buy you another drink.”

You look to the bartender, and she shrugs and pulls out the jar of giant olives. “Just dump them in,” you say, and she absolutely FILLS UP YOUR GLASS with olives.  And dammit, you eat every single one of them.

“i can’t believe you’re actually doing it.”

And then you don’t remember anything else.

*The rest of that story includes blacking out after the olives, and then I wake up in the hotel room, in a completely different set of clothes (apparently, I filled the ice bucket up with water and then poured it over my head), with my head on the toilet seat (vomit everywhere), tears on my face, and my phone in my hand.  Apparently, I’d been having a nightmare about the two men shoving me in their trunk, and then I called my S/O and whispered “I’m so scared, please come get me” over and over into the phone.  He said that gave him nightmares, and he had to call my friend to make sure that I was all right. 

It was years before I drank again.  

listen. i just moved out of austin. the hipster capital of the world. i hated 97% of the men in austin because they all have their fcukin. hipster beards and stupid ass haircuts and they write in their goddamn moleskin journals at one of the five million indie coffee shops on every corner so when i say i am so attracted to tom payne in all of his manbun, bearded, flannel-wearing glory it goes against EVERYTHING I STAND FOR. i hated all the guys who looked like him in austin!! and yet here i am!!!!!!! he could take me out on a date to a craft beer tasting and show up barefoot with a wool spinning wheel and start making his own sweater with a hand stitched picture of wes anderson on the front and i’d be like sign me tf up bitch!!!!! guess i need to start drinking french press coffee out of mason jars bc this is what i’m like now!!!!!!

I hate mason jars.

There, I said it.

I hate the mason jar trend and I want it to die. 

I don’t want my cocktails or dessert or salad served out of a mason jar. There are better vessels for all of these things– vessels that are easier to eat or drink out of, vessels that are more attractive. 

I don’t want to put candles or tchotchkes in them. There are more attractive options for that. 

I don’t think mason jars are cute. I’ve never aspired to the ‘rustic’ aesthetic. In my opinion, they belong in their original function: canning. MAYBE carrying your food to lunch with you. They are for food storage. Maybe for storing nuts and bolts in the garage. They are not decor, they are functional. They are not stylish. Period.

I cannot wait for the mason jar trend to die. Can we please get back to decorating with something that ISN’T glorified Tupperware?

It is not the love of the one or of the many

Meditation is one of the most extraordinary things, and if you do not know what it is you are like the blind man in a world of bright colour, shadows and moving light. It is not an intellectual affair, but when the heart enters into the mind, the mind has quite a different quality: it is really, then, limitless, not only in its capacity to think, to act efficiently, but also in its sense of living in a vast space where you are part of everything. Meditation is the movement of love. It isn’t the love of the one or of the many. It is like water that anyone can drink out of any jar, whether golden or earthenware: it is inexhaustible. And a peculiar thing takes place which no drug or self-hypnosis can bring about: it is as though the mind enters into itself, beginning at the surface and penetrating ever more deeply, until depth and height have lost their meaning and every form of measurement ceases. In this state there is complete peace not contentment which has come about through gratification but a peace that has order, beauty and intensity. It can all be destroyed, as you can destroy a flower, and yet because of its very vulnerability it is indestructible. This meditation cannot be learned from another. You must begin without knowing anything about it, and move from innocence to innocence.

- Jiddu Krishnamurti - Meditations

Drunken Confessions -- Newt Imgaine

A/N: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, I HAVE BEEN EXTREMELY BUSY lol I wrote most of this in a notebook in Elvish Runes during world history XD

this is my first request, and hopefully I will get more now that my ask box is open lol

Hope you enjoy !!!

Pairing: Newt x Reader (female)
Words: 1,006
Warnings: none
Request: And can I request an imagine, love? The Reader’s been in the glade for a while and is vibrant and funny, the guys like to be around her. She’s drunk at a bonfire and Teresa’s walking her around, making sure she doesn’t trip over her own feet. The Reader admits her feelings for the second in command, Newt when she “whispers” (LOUDLY) by Teresa’s ear. Newt turns around and blushes and stuff. Then next day fluff? Please and thank you!


“Teresaaaa! I’mnot tired,” you slurred, yelling. You pulled with on her shirt sleeve as hard as you could in your drunken state.

“I don’t care, Y/N. You and Minho both drank waaaaay too much,” she replied sterntly, pushing you up the stairs towards your bedroom in the Homestead, Newt doing the same with Minho.

“Teresa,” you stopped moving, and she quit dragging you up the stiars. Newt and Minho stopped right behind you. “Did I ever tell you…how beautiful you are?” Your eyes started to water, and you looked down at Newt, reaching forward and stroking his face. “You’re all so lovely to me,” your voice cracked as you spoke, and tears streamed down your face.

Newt chuckled at you new behavior, motioning for Teresa to continue to drag you up the stairs of the Homestead, but you stopped her once again. “Wait, wait, Teresa! I have something to tell you.”

“You can tell me once we get YOU in bed.”

“Buuuut, I want to tell you NOOOOW!”

She rolled her eyes at you and gave in. “Alright, what were you going to tell me.”

You giggled and shushed her quietly, putting a finger to your lips. “But you can’t tell him. Because otherwise, mmmmm…he doesn’t like me back.”

Teresa all of a sudden went serious at your truthful state, wondering who it was you liked. “Who, Y/N? Who can’t I tell you like them?”

“SHHHH, Teresaaa, he’s right there, you’re embarrassing me,” you pouted, looking down at the ground. Immediately you giggled, pulling her in close. “It’s Newt!” You not so subtly whispered in her ear.

She grew wide eyed, and not to your knowledge, so did Newt. His face blushed a light pink, and for the first time since you had reached the Homestead, Minho laughed loudly and spoke up.

“This’ll be an interesting conversation in the morning,” he mumbled, only to collapse on the staircase right after.

You giggled and watched Newt’s befuddled expression as he fumbled with Minho, trying to get him up.

“Damn this shank is heavy.” He looked up at you momentarily, then at Teresa. “Uhhh, go ahead and take Y/N to her room, um…I’ll take care of Minho.”

“Okay,” Teresa simply replied, still rather shocked at what had just happened.

Instead of following Teresa, you leaned down to Newt and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. After pulling away, his cheeks turned an ever darker shade of pink, and you quickly turned around and skipped away to your room.

Little did you know, but tomorrow was going to be an interesting day.

You woke up, feeling extremely tired, but not really sick, lightheaded, or hungover. You remembered getting into a drinking game with Minho, and Teresa dragging you up to your room, but most of it was a blur. You must have blacked out after your third or fourth jar of Gally’s drink.

For having drunk that much alcohol, you were surprised you didn’t feel worse. When you got up, you felt the slightest bit dizzy, but not at all sick.

You walked to your small dresser and put on some clothes. Teresa must have helped you change into some decent clothes to sleep. The things that girl did for you. You loved having her as your best friend.

Almost as soon as you were done dressing, you heard a knock at your door. When you thought it was going to be Teresa, you were mistaken. You went to answer it, and when you opened the door, it was Newt.

He had a small smirk planted on his face, and you smiled at him.

“Hey!” You exclaimed, leaning in to hug him. When you did, he suddenly grabbed the back of your neck and brought your face towards his. You barely had any time to react to his lips on yours, but once you realized that NEWT was kissing you, you relaxed and responded to the kiss.

You had wanted this moment to happen for ages, and it was just as perfect as you had hoped. Just as soon as your life changed, he pulled away, panting, almost as though it had never happened, yet he kept your face rather close.

All of a sudden, you began feeling lightheaded and dizzy, the affects of your drinking last night sort of kicking in, mixed with the onslaught of emotions Newt had just provoked in you. Your knees grew weak, and he picked you up easily, carrying you over to your bed.

Once you were laying down, he suggested he leave. As he began to walk away, you realized that he was just about to walk away without explaining why he had kissed you. You grabbed his sleeve, and he turned around to face you.

“Why did you kiss me?”

He chuckled quietly, and you let go of him. He sat down on the bed, looking down at you. “Do you really not remember anything from the staircase last night?”

All of a sudden, your eyes went wide. What HAD happened? Had you already kissed then? Did you do something…more than that?

“No…I don’t…why?”You tried to remain casual as his face grew smug.

“You told Teresa you liked me, and I heard. I didn’t quite know what to do about it. I mean, I did like you back…I do, but I was really confused. I stayed up practically all night panicking, I mean I was just so surprised and–” You cut off his rambling with a warm kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair. He reached around to put his hand around your waist to support you in the awkward position.

After a while, you pulled back, and you both smiled. “I don’t care anymore, at least I know you feel the same way.”

After a moment, he asked, “Do you want me to stay with you? You look like you could sleep for ages.”

You felt tired just hearing him talk about sleep and nodded, laying down. You faced away from him, and got chills down your spine when he wrapped an arm around you, pulling your back into his chest. He kissed your hair, and whispered into your ear, “I finally have you, love.”

And you slept peacefully.


A/N: I hope you liked it !!! As always, please request<3


More ALEP singing XD I ended up (drunkenly) singing the setting I’ve been working on of determamfidd‘s Song of Beginnings from Sansukh the first night of the event, and everybody loved it (both the lyrics and the music) and ended up asking me to (drunkenly) sing it again the second night.  By the end, people were joining in with the last line of each verse, it was kind of wonderful. <3

(I’m actually working on a choral arrangement of this, I was trying to sort of keep it hidden til then, but that preview I put on soundcloud has like a gazillion plays for some reason, so fuck it XD)

anonymous asked:

Since its canon that Kagami used to give Himuro the pickles off his hamburgers, headcanon that Himuro just loves fucken pickles, like hes one of those people that can eat straight out of a jar of pickles and drink the juice afterwards like some kind of pickle demon

I am Himuro and Kagami is cancelled as culinary extraordinaire because pickles are a fucking blessing

but tbh that’s a really cute and innocent hc for Kagami like this manly ass man hates dogs and pickles like can you not

Mun & Muse
  • Marcel: So... Sophia and Cecily...
  • Me: *struggling to finish reading Prince Lestat and the Realms of Atlantis, drinking out of a Mason jar* What about them?
  • Marcel: They're pretty bangin...
  • Me: Pick one.
  • Marcel: But both of them...
  • Me: Pick one.
  • Marcel: But I want them both.
  • Me: *exasperated sigh* Mon dieu.
  • Marcel: Buzz kill.
  • Me: Ya mamma.
  • Marcel: Bite me.
  • Me: I'm not the leech.
  • Marcel: ... Touché, mun. Touché.

okay, now I have to list my Surreal College Moments:

  • that one time we had a fire alarm at ass o’clock and all I remember is being angry, and if Holly hasn’t told me that it happened, I’d think I dreamed it
  • that one time Holly and I were walking back from gay club, so it was 8pm, and we saw this guy walking around campus.  he was playing the banjo.  and singing hipster songs.
  • that one time I was deliriously tired at orchestra practice.  and I saw the concert master drink a container of honey straight out of the jar. 
  • any time I try to find my way around that one fucking building, and the top floor of that other fucking building.
  • almost every single lab I’ve ever been a TA for that started at 8am
  • that time I saw Dipper on campus.  like.  I swear.  he looked like Dipper Pines.
  • that time I saw a shit-ton of turkeys from my dorm room. there were like ten of them, and I haven’t seen them since.
  • when I sprained my ankle jumping on a trampoline in my dorm room, at 8pm on a Sunday night, with my lights turned off bc I liked the ambiance
  • any time the deer have decided “fuck it” and don’t give any shits about people.
  • that time I drank an energy drink by accident and thought I was acting normally but scared the shit out of everyone I talked to
Scout - Newt Imagine

request from anonymous, I hope you like it!

‘Hey, wake up Greenie.’  

Those were the first words I heard as I began to wake; my head was heavy with hours of inflicted sleep, and my eyes could barely open, fluttering as if they were being pulled shut again. I tried to lift my body, but my limbs felt heavy and sore; just attempting to rise sent my muscles into a frenzy of sharp aching.

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