((thank you to guest writer @actualbird !!!))

See the thing about Evangeline is that it’s pretty much as old as Jeremy and Michael’s entire friendship. Probably older, actually. Evangeline, of course, being the minifridge in their dorm that houses the Jeremy’s fantastic stock of Mountain Dew Red.

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Did this with number 1 from those post break up prompts I reblogged a few days back! 

Character A is on their way to sell the engagement ring they once bough for Character B (but the never got to propose) when they run into Character B again.

Wolfstar of course :)

Sirius wished the universe had at least had the decency to make it a cloudy, dreary, possibly miserable but that might be taking it a bit far, day. If this was what it had led him too, it was the least it could do, really.

He stared at the blue sky through the small front window of James and Lily’s flat, then back down at the small, velvet box in his hand. His thumb was poised to open it, nail in the soft crease between the top and bottom… and he couldn’t.  He couldn’t. If he saw it again he’d never get rid of it. And it was of no use to him. Not anymore. He’d spent enough hours staring at it, the gold rim, the small inside engraving. It had promised him everything and, now that everything had been lost, it was just a heart breaking reminder. It was worthless. He knew this. But he couldn’t see it. He couldn’t see it sitting there, cold in the box still. It should be with him. A sudden image of Remus kissing him, palms to his cheeks, and feeling the cool pressure of the ring on his left flooded through his mind. He pushed it away with difficulty.

He shoved the box into his pocket, grabbing a jumper from the back of the couch and pulling it roughly over his head while calling to James.

“Going out!”

“Okay!” A beat, and then, “Actually, wait, wait!”

Sirius turned from the direction of the door as James appeared in the kitchen doorway, tea in hand. His other rubbed the back of his neck.

“Are you, um…” He coughed, eyes flicking down to Sirius’ hands, searching, “Are you going…”

“Yeah.” Sirius said too quickly. He cleared his throat, “Yeah, and?”

James shook his head a little, shrugging and bringing his tea to his lips, “Nothing. Nothing, alright. Right…”

He shuffled his feet a little and Sirius rolled his eyes, “I’m fine,” He definitely wasn’t fine, “I’ll be back in a bit, yeah?”

James didn’t look any more at ease but he nodded, “Yeah.”

The day felt just as nice as it looked and Sirius scowled at the sun, defiantly putting his hood up and his head down.

The feeling of the box knocking against his thigh with every step was excruciating, a constant reminder of what he was about to do.

It should be with him.

His feet felt heavier with every step, every bump, and he found himself staring at the lump in his pocket. He clenched his fists tighter and tighter at his sides until his nails felt like pin pricks and the box felt like a scorching iron across his skin.

“Fucking hell-“ He dug it out of his pocket roughly, just as he collided with something— someone. Sirius’ head knocked right into a rather bony shoulder making his swear again, only to have the word mix with another curse.

“Shit, sorry, didn’t see.. you.. oh.”

Sirius’ heart started thrumming painfully in his chest. Remus straightened up in front of him.

Sirius went straight back to cursing the universe. Not now. God, please not today.

Sirius just stood there, unable to open his mouth. Remus looked… thin. His hair fell in messy curls over his forehead, as apposed to the usual neat swoop to the side. Really, Sirius couldn’t stop looking at his eyes. They were rimmed with soft purple, and as golden as ever. He thought he might drop to his knees, right there in the middle of the sidewalk, under the weight of the sheer longing that was coating his heart.

Remus opened and closed his mouth a few times before, “It’s a bit hot for a hood.”

Sirius blinked because what? “Wh- What?”

Remus’ cheeks flushed, “I- I don’t know why I said that. But- I- don’t you think?”

Sirius stared a moment more, then slowly raised his hand, swiping his hood from his head, “Right. The sun was just feeling a bit too…” He shook his head, still caught too off guard by how—normal—this conversation sounded.

Remus just nodded distractedly, eyes suddenly not on Sirius’, but trained on Sirius’ hand that was still resting on Sirius’ shoulder from removing his hood. He looked uneasy, panicked even.

Sirius watched as he swallowed thickly, voice coming out horse, “Meeting someone?”

Sirius knit his brows, cocking his head slightly at the sudden question, and the look crossing Remus’ face. How could I be meeting someone when that look is out there somewhere needing someone to kiss it away?

“No. ‘m not, why?”

When Remus’ eyes didn’t move to his, Sirius followed his gaze. His stomach dropped at what he found on the other end. The small, velvet box was still grasped in his hand. In plain sight.

“I- Oh. Fuck, no-” He realized what this must look like to Remus and it only made his heart tighten further. The mere thought that Remus could have it in his head that Sirius would ever, ever be with anyone else right now drove a knife in and twisted it, “No, Re- Remus,” Sirius corrected himself quickly at the way Remus winced.

“It’s fine.” Remus mumbled, “I- I don’t know why I asked. I guess I just…” He trailed off, “Dunno.”

Sirius’ mind whirled, desperately trying to find some lie to tell. He definitely wasn’t about to give Remus the truth, not with the way he wouldn’t even look at him.

“I- This is- I mean, I bought this for— these.” He corrected himself as a thought formed in his head, “I’m going to sell. This is- these are… cuff links. For James’ birthday. He- He didn’t like them.”

Remus’s eyes, which had still been fixed on the box, found Sirius’, “Oh.”

Sirius, gripped the box tightly in his palms, thumb, out of habit, wedging the opening but unwilling to follow through, “Y-Yeah.”

Remus’s expression suddenly changed. His eyes shifted from glazed over, and seemed to fill with a flicker of… something.

“Sirius…” Remus took a step forward.

Sirius’ eyes nearly closed at the way Remus said his name. Like he used to.

“Yeah…” Sirius breathed.

Remus’ eyes flit over his face as he stares down at him, “James’ birthday is in March.”

“I..” Fuck. “Yeah. It is.”

“It’s July.”

Sirius closed his eyes, taking in the close proximity of Remus’ presence and being silently furious with himself at the same time, “Yeah.” He sighed, defeated, “It is.”

Remus’ voice came out soft, “Can I see?”

Sirius’ eyes flashed back to the pools of bronze, panicked, “They’re really not much. Pretty plain. I mean-“ You never saw it. You didn’t want it. “They aren’t- It doesn’t really matter. He didn’t want them.”

Remus cocked his head, “How do you know?”

“Because he kind left before I could give them to y- him.” Sirius sighed, feeling heat bubble in his chest. He wasn’t sure what emotion it was, there were too many flowing through him.

Remus’ brow furrowed, “Well if you had stopped him maybe you could have found out. Let me see.”

Sirius flushed. They definitely weren’t talking about James anymore. “How was I suppose to know he wanted to be stopped?”

“Of course I wanted to be stopped!”

The silence that followed left what little space there was between them now heavy with Remus’ words. They were both breathing hard. Remus’ hand had somehow made its way over Sirius’ on the box. Sirius was burning at the touch.

Remus closed his eyes, letting a breath out through his nose, “Of course I wanted to be stopped.” He repeated.

Sirius stared at him, the crease between his eyebrows, the frown on his mouth, the tightness of his jaw. He swallowed hard, voice coming out shaky, “You can’t expect me to know that, that’s- that isn’t fair. You were so.. You were so angry with me, I thought-”

Remus opened his eyes, fixing them on the ground. The sun cast eyelash shadows on his cheeks. He looked more tired and thin than he had when they started. He shook his head, “No, it isn’t fair.”

Sirius’ heart tugged when Remus let his hand slip away.

Remus still wouldn’t look at him, “‘m sorry, I… I don’t know.”

He turned, carefully avoiding brushing against Sirius again, and started to walk away. Sirius reeled at the loss of contact, the sudden empty space in front of him. He was thrown back in time, standing in their old flat. He was staring into Remus’ tear stricken face one moment and was hearing the door slam the next. There was a velvet box in his pocket and he was very, very alone.

Not again. He decided. Not again.


Sirius turned at the same time Remus did, eyes meeting. He was sure his looked wild. Remus’ looked just as untamed. He tried to slow his breathing, fingers tightening around the box.

He took a step forward.

“It isn’t cufflinks.”

Remus let out a breath, “No?”

“No.” He took another step, slowly closing the distance between them, “It’s-“ His eyes flitted over Remus’ face, hating ever worry marked there, every frown, each tired rim around his eyes, “God. It’s what I should have stopped you with.”

“You couldn’t have known-“

“I should have known.” He took the final step, thumb finally flicking the box open, “I should have let you know how much I…” He didn’t look down at the ring. Instead, he watched Remus’ eyes widen, he watched his lips part. He watched what he had wished he had watched for months. What he could watch for years. Remus’ eyes went back to his and they were glassy. He looked so tired. Sirius needed to fix it.

“Re..” Remus’ brows knit, eyes shutting at the nickname. He let out a soft noise when he felt Sirius’ hand on his cheek, holding him together.

“Re, I should’ve know. I- I know now, okay?” He ducked his head a little, desperately needed Remus to look at him, “Please, Re-“

But Remus was kissing him, hands on Sirius’ cheeks, a few tears on his own. And Sirius was melting, nearly dropping the box, the ring, as his arms made their way around Remus’ waist.

He closed the box as he kissed Remus. He had a lifetime to give him that ring. He needed this now, they needed this now. He slipped it into Remus’ back pocket, causing him to let out a watery laugh against his lips, and smiled as he wound his fingers in Remus’ hair, pulling their mouths back together.

And with Remus against him, laughing into his kiss, Sirius thought that maybe it wasn’t so bad the sun was out today after all.

BTS Reaction: You're Savage


You were in a seriously bad mood. In an effort to make you laugh he comes up with one of his famous dad jokes. You just look at him with a blank stare as he laughs at his own joke. There’s an awkward pause until you say: “Oh, I get it. That was like a joke, except not funny.”

He looks so devastated that you can’t help but laugh.

“I’m sorry, baby. That was mean,” you murmur as you pull him into a hug.

Originally posted by bwiseoks


It was the day of the week when you do some hard core cleaning around the apartment. Yoongi made the excuse that he had to go shopping for ‘stuff’. He came home several hours later.

“You’re like a blister,” you mutter. “You only show up once all the hard work is done.”

“What do you mean? I bought groceries.”

“Only two bags worth!”

Originally posted by imonaworldtour


You had a horrible day at work. One of your coworkers had a problem with you for some reason and went out of there way to cause trouble for you. You just wanted to vent to your boyfriend without him going all philosophical on you. But, let’s face it, this is Joonie.

“You want to know what I th-”

“No,” you interrupted. “I’d rather be pecked to death by a murder of crows.”

Originally posted by slapmon


He had made you really angry earlier that day and to make up for it, he said you guys could do whatever you wanted. So you go to a haunted house, one that is terrifying and you can easily get lost in. He’s so scared, he jumps at every sound and clings to your arm before you have even entered.

“Remember, Hobi,” you whisper to him. “If you hear ominous chanting, the appropriate response is to run.”

He stops in his tracks and looks at you, his face draining of color. “That’s not funny, Y/N.”

You giggle as you pull him inside with you.

Originally posted by jjeonguk


You’ve been emursed in a novel for several hours and Jimin’s tired of it. He just wants your attention.

He resorts to sitting down right next to you on the couch and staring at you in a ‘seductive’ way, hoping to distract you from your book. And it does, just not in the way he was hoping.

“You’re right above ‘clown’ on my creepy scale right now,” you say as you bury your face in your book.

You see his face fall from the corner of your eye. He whines miserably, and you give in. Aegyo Jiminnie is impossible to resist.

Originally posted by jamless-vibes


He’s been talking your ear off, making your migraine worse. You sigh and rub at your temples, trying to listen because he’s just so cute, but he’s getting on your nerves.

“Can I ask a dumb question?”

“Better than anyone I know,” you say without thinking. You hate hurting people’s feelings, especially Tae’s.

He pauses for a second, then laughs. “I was just going to ask if your head hurts, but I guess that’s a 'yes’.”

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty


You’ve lost a bet with Jungkook and now you have to go on any ride at the amusement part he wants. He, of course, picks the scariest rollercoaster, knowing you don’t like them. As you’re standing in line with him, you watch as people are launched from the platform. You hear their screams as they race down the first drop.

“If I die,” you shout over the clatter of the coaster. “I want you to donate all my organs to those in need. Except for my middle finger.”

“Why your middle finger?”

“Because that’s reserved for you.”

He just giggles and ushers you into your guy’s row of seats.

Originally posted by jkguks

Have you noticed how many ‘military’ video games now feature very in-depth character customization systems? I mean… I just bought a new video game and there are several DLCs that feature nothing but new outfits. It’s being marketed as a major feature these days. Video game reviews go into depth about how many accessories you can chose from.

What I’m trying to say is I think it’s time for men to admit that playing dress-up with dolls is a lot of fun.



They refused to answer questions for Chief Inspector Grey.  They refused to talk to Jamie. They refused to allow anyone to touch their son.

In the end, Claire asked to see the death certificate only to discover that no doctor had been called to declare the young man dead.  That tiny loophole gave her the leverage she needed to have the Coroner request an autopsy.

Which was how she found herself in the morgue, just her and the young boy on the table.  It was late.  

She did her best work in the silence.

She cleared her mind, and closed her eyes.  Nothing.  

She took his hand, held it gently for a moment.  


So many prayers surrounded this child.  There was some comfort in that, perhaps.  

She took a deep breath, adjusted her microphone, and began.


“Are ye sayin’ it was a natural death?”  Jamie was confused.  He looked at the notes he’d made in his book as he devoured his fourth piece of pizza.

Claire had come home from the morgue tired and hungry.  So hungry she’d stopped and grabbed a pizza from the corner restaurant.  Turning up her walk she found a tall, red headed Scotsman sitting on her front steps.  

She was embarrassed at how happy it made her.  

“Yes.  You’ll get the official report soon, but all signs point to it.  Increased lung and liver weights.  Cerebral edema, lighter brain weight, structural brain lesions. Also, contusions, acute neocortical and brainstem hypoxic neuronal changes…all indicate -”

“English, Sorcha.  Please,” he said around a mouthful of food.

“He suffered from seizures.  Lots of them.”  She took a sip of her wine.  “There was something else.”

Jamie lifted his head sharply.  “What?”

“Olive oil.”

Jamie pointed at his pizza.  Looked at Claire.  “Olive oil.  Like, what ye cook with, olive oil.”

“Yes.”  She wiped her hands on a napkin as she explained.  “I’m certain that’s what it was.  It was on his forehead, and his hands.  I took a sample and sent it off to the lab.”

Jamie picked up his pen.  Scribbled another note.

“There were a lot of prayers around him,” Claire said, softly.  

Jamie stood and went to his jacket.  He rooted around in the pockets until he came out with another notebook.  

A caramel coloured notebook.

“What’s that?”  It seemed familiar, but she didn’t know why.

Jamie held it up.  “Oh, this?  This one’s yers.”

“What do you mean, mine?”  

“I bought it when we were workin’ on the Geillis Duncan case.  These are off-the-record notes.  The ones I canna share, but have to support with actual evidence.  The notes based on yer visions, not yer findings.”  

Jamie’s ears turned pink.  “I bought it because the colour of it reminded me of yer eyes,” he admitted, shyly.

Claire blushed.  He did that?  That was weeks ago.  Well before…  Some days she still had trouble believing that he accepted her visions so readily.

“Anyway,” Jamie cleared his throat, “What about the bruising?”

Claire was grateful for the redirection.  “Straps.  Restraints.  He was tied down. Wrists.  Ankles. Across his chest.  They must have been violent seizures to warrant such bruising.  He would have bled a little too as the skin was rubbed raw in places.”  Claire took her plate to the sink.  “I’ve sent a blood sample to be tested, as well.  We’ll find out what sort of medications he was on.”   

It was getting late.  

And she was getting nervous.  

She watched as Jamie scribbled in his book.  His penmanship really was awful. He finished writing, closed the book and snapped his pen.  When he looked up, Claire looked down.  

It felt awkward.  Tense.  Charged.  

She wanted him to stay the night.  Again.  But she didn’t know how to say it.

“Humpf….”  Jamie made that Scottish noise he always did when he had something on his mind.  He took his time stuffing his notebook back in his jacket pocket. 

He wanted to stay the night.  Again.  But didn’t know how to say it.

“You can…” she said.

“I was hopin’…” he said at the same time.  The silence grew.  “You first, Claire.”

She crossed her arms. Uncrossed them.  Swiped at some crumbs on the counter.  Looked up at Jamie.


Jamie dropped his head.  Smiled.  Glanced up into those whisky coloured eyes.

“I thought ye’d never ask.”


From his office he watched as James made a call.  He could hardly hear the conversation, just ‘Sorcha’.  He didn’t recognize the name.  But ten minutes later when she walked into the offices, he knew right away what was going on.

Because he knew her name.  It was Claire.  Dr. Claire Randall.  The M.E.  

So this ‘Sorcha’ must be some kind of pet name.  And pet names meant familiarity.  And familiarity, at least in the case of James Fraser, meant more than friendship.  He should know.  One did not simply make friends with James Fraser easily.  He was a guarded man, a cautious man.  

A man who once admitted to having an attraction to this woman.

He watched as she waited for James to notice her.  She waved the envelope and in that split second when their eyes met he saw all he needed to see. 

James’ eyes softened.  His posture straightened.  It was subtle.  But it was there.  James jumped up and grabbed his jacket, badge and notebook.  He didn’t bother to look back.  

Damn you, James Fraser, thought D.C.I. John Grey.  Damn you, anyway. 

Jamie was sitting across the table from the boy’s father.  A tape recorder ran between them.  But it recorded nothing because the man wouldn’t talk.  

They’d had him brought in when the findings from the lab came back.  There were too many discrepancies.  And Jamie wanted answers. 

“Listen.  All I want to know about are the bruises.  How did he get the bruises ‘round his wrists and ankles?”  Jamie looked at the solicitor for help.

She shrugged.  

“Because from where I’m sittin’, ken, it looks like ye tied yer son down and left him to die.”  Jamie watched the man close his eyes.  He pressed his advantage. “Like an animal.”  

The dad’s jaw clenched.  

Jamie was done.  “I’ll have to charge him with Neglect.”

“But you have no evidence!” the lawyer insisted.

“Aye.  I do!” Jamie snapped.  “I have a wee boy with bruises on his chest, ankles and wrists.  Skin rubbed raw.  I have an expert witness who will stand up in court and swear the boy didna die at home.”  

Jamie stood up so quickly his chair wobbled behind him, threatening to fall over.  He leaned across the table, his face close to the father. “Where did yer son die?  Eh?  Where did ye have him tied up?”

“Enough,” the solicitor stepped in.

“Aye.  Enough.”  Jamie straightened, grabbed his file, and opened the door of the interview room.  He motioned for a uniformed officer.  “Process him.”

Three days later, Jamie was working at his desk when D.C. Angus Mohr threw a newspaper onto his desk.  He jammed his finger at a name in the Obituaries.

“What’s this?”  Jamie asked.

“Caught me eye,” the little man said.  “Same school as the boy we collected from the Funeral Home.  Second death in as many weeks.”  

Jamie looked up as the other detective tapped his temple.  “Got me thinkin’, you know?  Raised the hair on the back of me neck.”

Jamie picked up the paper and scanned it quickly.  Same school.  

Ste. Anne de Beaupré.  Headmaster, Father François Anselm Mericoeur d'Armagnac.  

“Can I keep this?” he asked.  D.C. Mohr nodded, slapped Jamie on the back, and walked away.  

“Cheers,” Jamie mumbled, already lost in thought.  He dug out the caramel notebook to be sure.  He found the entry he needed.

Prayers, she’d said.  Surrounded by prayers. 

They sat in a tiny coffee shop beside the Thames.  The barges were at work. Horns honking.  Seagulls crying.  

The pages of the lab report were strewn around them.  He needed to go over them again.  With Claire.  He needed to talk about the latest death in connection with the school.  With Claire.

Somewhere along the way the officer who never wanted a partner suddenly needed one.  

And he needed Claire.  

“So,” Jamie said, papers rattling in his hands, “the substance on the boy was olive oil, and sweet calamus.”

“Um-hmm,” Claire mused distractedly.  “Used in Anointing of the Sick.”  

Her fingers flew over the keyboard of her laptop.  

“The school is small.  Very small.  I imagine it’s because of how rigorous it is.” Her hair was tied back in a messy bun.  Pinned up hastily.  One lone tendril corkscrewed down her neck.

“Rigorous how?”  The answer lay in this school.  He knew it.  Felt it.

“Well, most Catholic schools give you a simple, very basic education of the Faith.  Daily prayers, Masses for special events.  This one says students participate in Daily Mass.  Confessions every Friday.  There are 3 priests on staff, besides the Head Master.  The rest of the teachers are lay people. No cell phone policy.  No personal electronic devices allowed.  And the uniform is something out of the dark ages, really.”  

Claire looked over at him.  “It’s not structured like most Catholic schools, but it’s not unheard of.  A bit old-school, I guess.”  She twisted the computer so he could see it.  

Jamie pulled it towards him to look more carefully.

Claire stretched, her back tight.

“The only thing that bothers me,” she said, “is the fact that he didn’t have any meds in his system.”  

Jamie gathered up the papers and put them back in the folder.

“I mean, there’s literally dozens of them.  And in seventy percent of cases, they work wonders at controlling epilepsy!”  As a doctor, this detail bothered her.  

As an intuitive, this detail screamed at her.  

He closed the lid on the laptop.  “We’ll never find answers sitting here.”  He drained his cup.  “Come.”

“Where are we going?”  Claire stood up, slipped her computer into her bag and reached for her jacket.

Jamie called back over his shoulder. 

“To enroll our fictional child.”  

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My building has, for the past week, had a pile of orange paper printed with “Trick or Treat Here” on the desk in the lobby with a sign saying, “If you are participating in Halloween, please tape one of these to your door!” I am assuming the children are not supposed to knock if you are not displaying the sign.

The way mine works is you sign up a few weeks in advance at the front desk and get a little pumpkin to put outside your door, to indicate you’re open to trick-or-treaters. But also as an extra measure, the parents all get a printed list of every unit that’s participating. Most parents just go by whoever has pumpkins by the door, but last year some parents took their kids around based on the list and not the pumpkins. So even after “trick or treat hours” were over and I had taken my pumpkin in, I got people knocking.  

Plus, I mean, I bought a bunch of candy and plastic vampire fangs and skull erasers, seems a waste not to give them out. :D But I also don’t want to risk exposing all the little vulnerable kids to my rampaging illness, plus just the thought of getting up from the couch forty or fifty times over the course of an evening is EXHAUSTING. So, the skeleton on my door has a little sign and the bucket of candy has one, and it’s good to teach children self-control. :D 

I’ve decided to re-adopt this little cactus. What I mean is: I bought him a few years ago, abandoned him downstairs and then forgot about him. Thankfully he’s alive and well, and I will take him into my care again🌵
Does anyone know which type of cactus this is?

Also I have named him Berthold

Seeking Safety - Yondu Udonta x Reader - possibly NSFW

Pairing: Yondu Udonta x Reader

Word count: ~2,300

Summary: a lovely request I got from @rhyatt-deauxtreve  . They asked for a fic in which Reader is faced with having a stalker and turns to Yondu and his crew for help by asking him if she can pretend she’s with him for an evening. (I reworded your request for this summary as to not give too much away, ;)) Hopefully I got the request right - I wrote this fueled by my hated of fuckboys and men who don’t understand what no means.

Warnings: Language. Sexually suggestive content. Mentions of stalking and verbal sexual harassment.

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A New Beginning Part 3

Summary:  After moving a lot, you found yourself in a small town in the middle of Europe ready for a new start. You see yourself falling in love for the city and developing a crush for the cute stranger that you never had the courage to talk to until you’re forced to. (Modern Au)

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Words: 2508

Warnings: Fluffy and secrets.

Thanks to @widowsfics for being my beta

Credits to the gifs owners


When Steve got home he felt drained. Sure the date with you had been perfect. It’s been a long time since he was so relaxed and joyful. Unfortunately, the feeling didn’t take long to disappear, why did he have to answer the phone?

He looks around, the place is exactly the way he left it. That is the funny thing about living alone, nothing ever changes and things are always the same way that you left them.

The clock says it’s almost midnight. If he could he would sleep for 3 days straight but he knows that he can’t, he has to show up in the office in the morning. He has too many things to solve out but at least he is going to see you at night.

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I miss you.

God, I miss you.

Did you know you’re still my emergency contact? Sorry about that.

I can’t take it when you hold your mouth like that,
I want to devour you, I want to eat you alive

This is going to sound stupid
You know what, never mind.

Hey, I don’t want to get back together but if you
meet me halfway we can fuck in the back of your car.

How about we just both admit we aren’t sorry.

Hey. Thinking of you again. Sorry.

I mean it this time.

Okay, you know what fuck you. I mean,
FUCK you, but also–fuck you. Fuck.
That’s not what I mean.

I almost bought a plane ticket, today.

I was in love with you and I don’t think I ever mentioned.

I was in love with you and I might have mentioned
but you might have thought it was a joke and I just
want to make sure you know that it wasn’t and I
love you even though I’m not supposed to.


Me again.

—  TEXTS I WON’T EVER SEND by Ashe Vernon

Hope you’re feeling better, babe. You deserve everything 💗💗 I don’t think there’s ever been a straight up dating vamp!Chanyeol headcanons list. Could I request that if it already hasn’t been done?

★fucking hell where do i even start with this puppy

★when you first started dating

★he was so distant

★bc he didn’t want to freak you out

★and bc he was sooo nervous

★his soulmate is right infront of him

★he’s finally found you


★after a few weeks 

★he’ll get warmer

★he takes you to the arcade

★and beats you at every game


★’years and years of practice’

★got baekhyun to teach him how to touch you properly  

★bc he hasn’t been with anybody since he was turned

★he’ll hold your hand so gently

★’is this okay?’

★’it’s wonderful’

★would stress out over telling you what he was

★when he did he’d freak the fuck out

★bc you’d need some time to think

★but son listen

★when you go back to him

★he’ll bawl his eyes out

★’thank you for coming back to me’

★after that he promised he’d never let anything hurt you

★and that you’d never see him drink

★a year in is where things change





★just being in the same room as you has him want to explode with joy

★he’s finally able to hear your heartbeat over others

★he’ll finally start staying over at your place

★leaves his shirts around for you to wear

★’can i have that back?’



★’i like the view’

★never leaves you alone omg

★he’s always with you

★clung to you

★probably will scream if you don’t pay attention to him

★everyone already thinks you’re married

★so does he

★would marry you tomorrow if he could  

★writes songs about you

★is too shy to sing them for you

★tells you his lore

★he wouldn’t be the one to introduce you to the other vampires

★it would be the red velvet coven that gets you all in the same room

★speaking of red velvet

★seungwan watches you two in awe at all times

★smug about her being the one that set you up

★got wedding magazines on standby 

★chanyeol will be on guard when you walk into the room with exo

★but when he sees you and kyungsoo getting along

★he’ll relax

★when you’re comfortable with exo

★he’ll invite you to stay over at the mansion

★his room will have been completely done over

★it’ll be filled with fairy lights

★a huge bed


★and fluffy blankets

★he’ll be sooo nervous about it

★what if you don’t like it?

★what if you wanna go home???

★he’ll be so happy when he sees you grin

★’will you be joining me on the bed?’

★’do you want me to?’


★he’ll take 0 time picking you up and falling onto the bed with you

★has matching pyjamas for you

★and by matching pyjamas

★i mean he bought two of the same shirts for himself

★but you can have one

★so he can stare at you

★has a massive music collection

★so there’s always something playing

★will play his guitar for you if you ask

★just don’t praise him

★he’ll shutdown 

★walking around the city at 3am

★for snacks

★and to see sights

★he pulls you onto his lap when you want to sit

★he’ll rest his hands on your waist

★once introduced you as his wife/husband

★leaves sticky notes around your home for you


★even if he’s just left you

★you’ll get the 

★’i miss you so much’ text

Werewolf (Liam Dunbar)

Originally posted by arthurpaindragon

This imagine was requested by @leah-broflovski

sorry for the delay, I’ve been preparing for school starting this coming week (senior year woot woot)

Can you write a Liam Dunbar imagine where the reader and Liam are dating. They are both werewolves but Liam hasn’t told the reader because he doesn’t know she is one and he shows her after he has been canceling dates for pack meetings and he says that he can’t show her so she ends up shining her beta eyes at him because she smells that he is a werewolf”

Warnings: none :)

This past year has been extremely hard.  What, with taking the SATs and applying to colleges and dealing with relationship problems and being broke and understanding my AP classes and, oh yeah, the small detail of becoming a freaking werewolf, my life is what one would call a complete train wreck.

Okay, yes, the whole “super-strength, heightened abilities, fast-healing” thing is incredible, but I’m still getting used to it all.  The smells are overwhelming and I’m not sure what they all mean.  Every time I feel angry, I want to rip someone’s head off and every time I am happy, I have the urge to sprint through the halls and howl loud enough to shatter any glass near me.  And with the pros come the cons: I have no idea who turned me and I have no one to answer the million questions we have.  I can’t tell my parents, they’d put me in a mental facility.  My other brother would laugh in my face.  There are no teachers or adults at Beacon Hills High who I could confess this to, so that leaves Liam, my boyfriend.

Kind of.

These days, we are more like distant acquaintances who rarely kiss and hold hands.  Emphasis on “rarely”.  Don’t get me wrong, he was a really good boyfriend at first.  We would go out all the time, watch movies, Netflix and chill minus the dirty stuff, Netflix and chill with extra dirty stuff, and even though we were together all the time, we never got sick of each other.  Just being near him was enough for me.  But apparently that ceased being enough for him.  He became really distant and moody and suspicious.  Our date nights have become non-existent and he has begun to dodge me in the halls.  The honeymoon phase has officially ended and I fear our relationship is heading down the same path.

What’s even weirder is he smells different.  I don’t mean he bought a new cologne or changed his laundry detergent, but his core scent has changed.  I mention this to Mason and he just frowns.

“Anyway, now that we’re on this topic, how are you guys?”  Although he says this lightly, there is an undertone of caring and concern.  I must sound crazy and obsessed.  “Why don’t you just ask Liam if you think there’s something off?”

I clear my throat and ride forward on the balls of my feet, trying to delay this conversation.  To busy myself, I unlock my locker and grab my books for my afternoon classes.

“Come on, I’m your best friend, tell me.”  He puts a hand on my wrist and I stop, feeling suddenly vulnerable and weak.

“I just- I mean, Liam tells you everything, right?  He would tell you if there was something going on?”

He frowns and tilts his head slightly, “Like what?”

“Mason, please tell me the truth.  Is he cheating on me?  I know something is off with him and I need to know what it is.”

His shoulders slump with… relief?  That must be the smell he is giving off.  “He’s not cheating on you.  How could you think that?  He loves you.  Trust me.  He never lets me forget it.”

“Then why the hell does he avoid me?  I haven’t seen him in weeks.  It’s like we aren’t even together anymore.  Maybe we should breaku-”

“-Stop.  Don’t think that way.  I’m telling you, he loves you.  He’s just… going through a tough time right now.  Maybe you could invite him over.  Have a movie night like the good old days.  He needs something normal in his life right now.”  Boy, I can relate.  Dammit, I hate when Mason’s right and he’s always right.  If I make Liam feel comfortable, maybe he will tell me what’s wrong and I can figure out what that smell is and why it makes my core blaze with a need to be defensive.

Popcorn?  Check.

M&Ms?  Check.

The Breakfast Club on DVD?  Check.

A huge mountain of pillows and blankets that feels like heaven?  Triple check.

My night and my living room are perfectly set up for Liam.  My boyfriend.  My boyfriend.  The boy I love.

Does repeating something make it more true?  I just want everything to return to the way it was before, so I am going to steer clear of the changes I’ve noticed and hopefully re-kindle all that Liam and I felt when we first met.  Lost in thought, I barely hear the doorbell ring and jump a little when Liam announces he is coming in.

“I’m in here!”  I prepare myself to see Liam in what feels like a lifetime.  The moment I see his big blue eyes, all suspicions and hesitations fade away.  I walk forward with my arms out and he meets me halfway.  For a few moments, we are a tangle of arms and whispers and I am completely happy again.  But then, that smell comes back.  Being a new werewolf, I still have trouble associating feelings to scents, but this is different.  It is more permanent and I feel the need to wolf-out, ready to fight.  I go against this with every fiber of my being and distract myself by popping in the movie and getting comfortable with the huge bowl of popcorn.

“Okay, I’ll just sit over here, then.”  Liam sits on the cold hardwood floor and fakes a disappointed expression.

“Shut up and get over here, baby blue.”  I giggle and pat the space next to me, satisfied with his new nickname.  I mean, it’s kind of perfect.

“Baby blue?  What the hell do you mean?”

I scoff and throw a few pieces of popcorn in his direction.  “Please, Liam, you know exactly what I mean.  You have baby blue eyes.”  I lower my voice for this part.  “You also act like a baby sometimes.”

“Oh, really?  I act like a baby.  Get over here, you little-”  He gets up and basically jumps on top of me, wiggling his fingers on my sides.  Thank God, he forgot my most ticklish spot.  I squirm to get away from him and he holds my arms above my head, slowly leaning his head down towards my neck and I start flailing around, trying to get away from him.  The crook of my neck is the point that, if touched, makes me instantly pee with laughter.  He starts pressing kisses there and I plead with him to let me go.  After a few minutes of torture and loud protests, he finally does.

I pant and try to calm my beating heart.  My sides ache from laughing so hard and my voice is scratchy.  I push his shoulder as he laughs at my disheveled state and say, “Thanks a lot, jerk.  Now I have-”  I am interrupted by his phone vibrating.  With an apologetic look, he grabs it off the coffee table and the screen lights up his face as he reads.  When he’s finished, he stands.

“Who is it?”  I say, lightly, hoping it’s his mom telling him to lock the door when he gets home.

“I can’t show you, but I have to go.”  I stand, angry that our night is being cancelled yet again.

“Liam, don’t do this.  I haven’t seen you in what feels like a lifetime.  We haven’t hung out like this in so long and things were finally returning to the way they used to be.  Why can’t it wait until tomorrow?”

He grabs his shoes and shoves his phone into his pocket.  “I’m sorry, but this is really important.  My friends need me.”

“And I don’t?”  I am silent as everything comes into focus.  His friends are his priority now.  They are his present.  “I’ve never been a clingy girlfriend, Liam, have I?”  I don’t wait for his response, but push forward through the anger.  "I am a great girlfriend, so I am justified in wanting a night that is uninterrupted by your friends.  I’ve never met these people, but they’re pretty rude for monopolizing all of your time.  Honestly?  I’m kind of sick of it.  You’ve already made your decision, so I’ll make it painless.  I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”  I feel a few tears tickle my cheeks and I wipe them, maintaining eye contact with those baby blues.

He is frozen for a few seconds before responding.  “Okay.  If that’s what you really want.”  He turns his back to me and begins walking to the front door.   I take in a sharp breath and whimper.

“That’s it, you’re not even going to fight?  You’re not going to defend yourself or explain what’s been going on?  I’ve noticed changes, Liam.  You aren’t the same boy I fell in love with because he would never leave without a fight.”

He turns back and says, “There are so many things I want to tell you, but it would be safer for me to be out of your life.  Just remember I love you.”

I silently follow him to the door and as he steps out, a cold breeze blows into the room.  I catch that scent again, the one that sparked my interest and suspicion in Liam in the first place.  It is so familiar.  I once again feel the need to fight to show my territory.  It’s as if Liam is a-


It dawns on me that this is what I’ve been smelling.  The reason I have become territorial and wary around him.  He is getting into his car and I yell his name, running for him.  Panting, I grab his hand.  “This is gonna sound crazy, but I know what you are.”

“What do you mean?”

“I knew there was something off about you.  There has been for a while and I couldn’t figure it out.  You were different, foreign and I- you were- it was…”

“What are you talking about?”

Words won’t do in this moment, so I decide to show, instead of tell.  I tilt my head down and attach myself to the passion and love I feel for the boy in front of me.  I cross my fingers and slowly look up, eyes blazing yellow.

He just smiles and his eyes change to mirror mine.

“I knew it,” I say.  “Werewolf.  You’re a werewolf like me.’

He lets out a quick laugh and opens his passenger door for me.  “I have some friends I want you to meet.”

My Babe's Impressions of FFXV Characters

So my babe @actualdannyfenton knows nothing about Final Fantasy and they gave me their impressions of Final Fantasy XV characters that I sent them and had me crying. Here they are~ 

Noctis Lucis Caelum: “Look I know I said I outgrew my emo phase but MCR just released that new logo and MOM LISTEN TO THE NEW LOGO”. 

Prompto Argentum: This man spends at least half an hour every morning doing his hair like that. If he doesn’t have time he slaps some gel in it and sticks his head out the window for a similar effect. He shops at Hot Topic but would never own up to it. Probably got those gloves from his emo little sister’s closet. He’s constantly saying he’s not gay but anytime ‘BUT MOM IT’S MCR’ shows up his heart melts a lil. 

Gladiolus Amicitia: “Look man I’m not gay but twenty dollars is twenty dollars”. He probably acts super tough but he has a pack of Capri Suns in his bag at all times and probably had like seven Tamagotchis growing up. This man is the Mom Friend. He kept his old DS and still checks on his Nintendo Dogs at least once a week. 

Ignis Scientia: “Alright class please turn to page 284. Jordan, turn to page 69 (;”. Me, an Intellectual. He probably stabbed a fork into a socket on a dare in middle school and kept the hair because some chick said it looked cool. This dude got bullied so hard in middle school and every night he said to himself “I’ll be their manager some day” and now he works at the local CVS and gets into fights with people on the internet over mundane things. 

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret: This girl keeps trying to impress 'BUT MOM MCR’ by faking to like his interests but in reality only 'Me, an Intellectual’ likes her and she’s PISSED. She has a septum piercing and anytime someone breathes in her immediate vicinity she feels the need to talk about it. “I’m Vegan.” “Okay coo-” “I’M A VEGAN EVERYONE SHOULD BE VEGAN VEGANS ARE THE ONLY DECENT PEOPLE ALIVE VEG-”. 

Ravus Nox Fleuret: He wears a really long cape that gets in the way of everything he does and anytime someone asks why he keeps it on he says “it’s for aesthetic” very dramatically while flipping his hair. He cares more about how he looks taking over the world than his actual plan. He didn’t start trying to destroy everything until his hair was at the perfect length and wound up missing a perfect opportunity but he passed “my bangs are so uneven I can’t be seen ruling the world with imperfect hair!!!”. He puts on eyeliner every morning without fail. 

Aranea Highwind: This is Camilla from Fire Emblem but with gray hair. Loves with a burning passion but kills just as easily. “Oh you’re sad sweetheart? Who do I need to kill to make you feel better? I’ll go get the axe”. She’s a great friend and gives excellent advice but should anyone cross her she makes them wish they were never born. She probably has a thing for MCR Boy too but he’s not too happy about it. 'Me, an Intellectual’ probably thinks he’s so much smarter than her but she could wipe the floor with his whiny mansplaining ass in chess. Best friends with 'I’m not gay but twenty dollars is twenty dollars’. 

Regis Lucis Caelum: Probably MCR Boy’s dad who just needs a break. He thinks his troubles are finally over until the new P!ATD album drops. He has never seen a child wear jeans so tight. Rumor has it that if you hear a loud rumbling noise from the castle it’s just him sighing because MCR Boy just found a new FOB song. He doesn’t know what a Tumblr is and everyday he thanks the lord for that until his son comes in and says “dad if I get 10,000 notes on a post will you take me to Warped Tour”. 

Ardyn Izunia: Gwaine from Merlin but with purple hair. Probably has some fancy European accent. Every character is in love with him except for 'Me, an Intellectual’ who hates how he so flawlessly gets everyone to love him. Kicks ass while still having perfect hair. He probably sold his soul for the hair to stay so well sculpted in battle. “L'Oréal: Because I’m worth it”. 

Iris Amicitia: “Sure, Jan”. She just came here to see her friend 'Septum Piercing’ but 'Me, an Intellectual’ showed up and is complaining about how women are taking over and she just has this fucking face. She has so much restraint but her bullshit limit is almost reached and she’s about ten seconds from punching 'Me, an Intellectual’ in his fedora wearing face. Always a sweetheart but she has her limits. 

Cindy Aurum: “Call me whatever you want for having my tits out but you’re the one who was looking”. Self-confidence goddess who inspires everyone around her to love themselves. A literal sunflower. She’s like 79% gay. She might seem a little dim to some people but get her talking about something she cares about and holy hell is she a genius. Let’s people make their own assumptions about her so she knows who her real friends are. 

Cid Sophiar: Old Man Jenkins. He acts like a super grouchy old bastard but deep down he cares about his misguided MySpace grandchildren. Probably makes them care packages for the road but says they’re from Lesbian Self Care Goddess. “ TAKE YOUR ATTITUDE AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS have fun on your adventures kids be safe call me when you get there AND GET A DAMN HAIRCUT”. 

Cor Leonis: A girl broke up with him once ten years ago and he’s been locked away writing sad emo poetry about how nice guys finish last ever since. Watches romance anime exclusively and has a Hatsune Miku body pillow. Probably a Brony tbh. MCR Boy needs help finishing a quest but he won’t stop talking about how he was “so CRUELLY friendzoned and how LIFE IS POINTLESS without the LIGHT OF LOVE I mean I bought her dinner and wasn’t a total ass WHAT MORE DOES SHE WANT”. 

Nyx Ulric: Gray haired Draco Malfoy. Rich boy spoiled and groomed to be evil all his life but he’s really just naive. Has no idea what’s going on 99% of the time but he’s just trying his best. Doesn’t really agree with the shady things going on but he’s smart enough not to question Old Man Aesthetic Cape. Eyeliner Villain is probably his dad. Also probably a giant douche canoe but if you call him out on it HIS FATHER WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS. 

Gentiana: Her dad is also Old Man Cape Aesthetic. She’s trying so hard not to slap the shit out of his overdramatic ass and take over the world herself but she has appearances to keep up. Also probably tried to recruit MCR Boy to the Dark Side with her magic womanly wills but he’s too gay for Hot Topic Lord for that to work. Probably the only one in the entire game with half a brain cell. 


Tagging: @momokitty27, @sailorkeann, @antisocial-creature, @batarangtotheheart

anonymous asked:

Hi! I Love your stories and your blog! congrats on the 1000! Can you do a Sirius # 13 if your still taking requests of course. I hope you have a wonderful day!

Thank you lovely! I hope you have a wonderful day too!!

Sirius Black x Reader
13. “Is that my bra?” 

Originally posted by nellaey

“Is that my bra?” – you asked, frowning at the sight of the deep red piece of lingerie that poked out from Sirius’ cupboard. He stayed in silence, a frightened look washed over his face. You could tell he made some serious thinking, as he opened and closed his mouth several times. – “I hope your answer won’t be “No.” or “I don’t remember.”, though I’m quite sure I don’t have anything like this.” – you added, pulling out the bra which was really hot and expensive looking.

He let out a laugh, then a deep sigh, running his fingers through his hair. “No – I mean I just bought it for you… I meant it as a gift.” – you cocked an eyebrow, so he continued. – “I wanted to surprise you!”

You started to giggling, seeing the childish, disappointed look appeared on his face as you spoiled the surprise. “You’re such a tosser.”

“Thank you.” – he said sarcastically while you walked closer to him, wrapping your hands around his waist and looking up at him, leaning for a kiss, but pulled back, eyes narrowed.

“Wait… you just walked into a muggle lingerie store? All alone?”

He rolled his eyes at you. “I wish I was alone. I went with Prongs and the shop assistant thought we’re together and I wanna buy them for myself.”

You started to laughing so hard you had to sit on the edge of the bed, but seeing as Sirius was pouting, you grabbed his arm and pulled him next to you, trying to stop laughing. “Oh come on!” – you said, clutching on his arm. – “You’re really a nice couple.”

He looked down at you from the corner of his eye, a slight smirk on his lips. “You’re terrible, do you know that?”

“Am I?” – you asked, starting to placing tiny, soft kisses on his neck, because you knew how much he loves it.

“You are.” – he mumbled with a sulky voice, though his hand slid on the top of your thigh.

You pulled back and picked up the bra from the bed. “It’s really pretty, I should try on, don’t you think?” – you asked, standing up, but Sirius grabbed your hips, pulling you back on his lap.

“I’d prefer you without it now.”                              

“I know, you’d like to wear it instead of me, sorry.” – you said against his lips, causing him to grinning as he pushed down you onto the sheets.

“My girl is really bad today. What should I do with you?”

“Well, surprise me.” – you whispered, looking deep on his grey eyes before he started kissing you.

anonymous asked:

ME3 companions and LI's reacting to a Shepard who looks them straight in the eye and says "If I don't come back, take care of my hamster."

You know, I never remember to buy the hamster, but I’ve never let the fish die either so there’s that lol

– mod astra


  • He’s going to joke back about it, of course, because he knows that deadpan humour has been Shepard’s way of dealing with stress for nearly the whole war. If she wants to joke about him watching the hamster, the goddamnit, he’s going to joke about the hamster. He’s also not going to let her die either, but he figures that that’s obvious at this point. After all, there’s no Shepard without Vakarian.


  •  “Shepard, you and I both know that if you don’t come back, that hamster will be forgotten and then we’ll both be upset.”
  • She’s joking. Kind of. But it’s also her insurance that Shepard has to come back, because sure, she can take care of herself, but a small pet? Probably not. Shepard has to come back if they want to see the hamster again, and she makes them promise it. 


  • There’s slight confusion for a fraction of a second before the connection is made. She promises she will, of course, provided Shepard takes care of themselves. She’s not as emotionally attached as say, Garrus, but she also credits Shepard with allowing her to live life as she does now, and for that, she owes it to them to keep them safe. Also, she notes that it would probably annoy Jeff if they were suddenly saddled with a new furry responsibility. Shepard had better come back for that pet. 


  • “Right, and if I don’t come back, you have to take care of my ant farm.” 
  • He honestly forgets about Shepard’s pet for like, a solid thirty seconds. It’s okay though, because it makes them laugh, much like the idea of him actually having an ant farm on the Normandy. Shepard then immediately follows it up by informing him that if he actually is housing insects on board, they need to be ejected through the airlock like, yesterday. 


  • An unflinching ‘yes’, followed quickly by, “But we won’t have to worry about anything like that. I mean, you bought the damn thing, and I assume that you’re going to be the one to bury it.” He isn’t allowed to leave her with something like that. She likes animals well enough, but she’s not too keen on having the constant reminder of what she’s missing.


  • He’s laughing until the split second he realizes that they’re actually dead serious about it. And then it turns into a polite but very clear, “Commander, what the fuck.”


  • If he catches the humour in it, he certainly doesn’t show it. “Need I remind you, Shepard, that if you do not come back alive, we all perish as well? This includes the hamster.” Shepard is fairly certain he’s messing with them right back, but that man is hard to read. 


  • “Shepard, you know I don’t know the first thing about Earth hamster care–and besides, what if it eats a hole in my suit? You’re not leaving me with something that’s going to be responsible for my death, you know. You’re not going anywhere” It’s her way of making him promise to stay by her side, and whether or not it’s going to work, he says so anyway, because death by hamster really isn’t a good way to go.