Ruby’s Breath Caught In Her Throat As She Read His Messages. A Mix Of Emotions Ran Through Her—surprise,

Give me a vampire couple that’s been on and off again for like hundreds of years. Like they fight like crazy and break up and not see each other again for a long time but then come back together like nothing has changed and are all over each other in love. They won’t admit it but they’ll love each other forever no matter what, even if they’re not always together. 

"Funny, sometimes I think the same thing." Owen replied with a shrug knowing she wasn't the only one responsible for the way things were.

open | f/m/nb muse | paisley jones, she/her, 39, physics professor connection | anything! could include coworker, gf/bf, ex gf/bf, best friend, fwb, enemies, frenemies, stranger, etc (no taboo pls)

"sometimes i think you must hate me," paisley spoke with a forced chuckle, trying to hide any hurt that was tempted to seep through.

excelxior​:

for @littledaydreamers​.

“ so i guess we’re lab partners huh? “ of course the teacher wanted to push them and match them with new people so they wouldn’t get too comfortable. “ eric. “ hand extending, “ let’s hope you know how to do this shit cause’ i don’t. “ 

Natalie chewed her lip as the other spoke. A year ago, she wouldn’t have cared who they had paired her up with. She’d never been one to shy away from conversing with new people, but a lot had happened in a year and now she was practically just a shell of what she used to be. “Natalie.” The blonde replied in a small voice as she hesitantly reached to shake his hand. “Actually, I don’t...” she replied, pausing awkwardly. “I, erm, I-I took a break for like a year and I’ve only just come back, so I’ve missed a lot.” Natalie explained, feeling bad that they had dumped the male with her. She tugged on the material on her cardigan, pulling it over her hands. It had been an uncomfortable day listening to people gossip about her as she walked by.

Fletcher narrowed his gaze at her, his patience wearing thin. "Have you ever thought, knowing what you know about me, it might not be sensible to blackmail me?"

open  to  any gender connection: any, just no strangers.

❝If  you  don't  want  the  world  to  know  about  your  secret,  you  better  do  as  I  say.  Was  that  clear  enough  for  you?❞

She sat there waiting for her phone to ping with King's reply, and with every passing second, her stomach hurt a little more. Had she scared him off? Ruby nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden knock on her window.

Her heart lurched in her chest as she whipped around, eyes wide, expecting—well, she wasn’t sure what she was expecting. But it definitely wasn’t King, crouched on her damn roof like some reckless idiot with a smug expression on his face.

She pulled on a long, baggy t-shirt to cover herself up and then rushed to the window, her pulse racing for so many reasons.

"What the fuck, King?!" she whisper-hissed, quickly unlocking the latch and yanking it open. "Are you actually insane?"

Up close, she could see the way his chest rose and fell a little faster than normal, the adrenaline probably still running through him from his stunt. His hair was tousled—more than usual—and the glow from her room cast shadows over his face, making him look even more unfairly good-looking than he had any right to be.

And then she realized.

He actually climbed up here. For her.

Her stomach flipped.

She crossed her arms, feigning irritation, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her. "What on earth made you decide it was a good idea to scale my house? What if you fell, dumbass?"

She stepped back, making room for him. "Get inside before you break your neck."

Her voice was stern, but the way she looked up at him through her eyelashes, the way her body hummed from the tension between them? Yeah… She wasn’t that mad.

there was a large amount of time that passed, and in the back of his mind he was sure that ruby was panicking somewhat that he had ghosted her. the last thing he wanted was to make her feel insecure or even upset in anyway but he had a plan. now, he was pretty good at climbing, however scaling a building was an interesting one.

she had a tree outside her window so once he was to the top, and completely ignoring any gnawing doubt because it was actually quite high now he was there, now all he had to do was step to the edge of a branch (without it snapping under his weight) and hop onto the roof.

he managed to leap the other side, gripping tightly to the textured tiling. he leant to the side and knocked on her window with his closed fist. "ruby.." he almost shouted but he was trying to be quiet so they both wouldn't get caught.

this was actually the most he had done for a girl so this was saying something. it was actually quite the gesture. but he realised whilst messaging her that words couldn't really convey how he was feeling in the moment.

ok but a plot where one is a criminal that’s on the run from the police, and they stumble across this practically empty motel that’s in the middle of nowhere, and they think, hey, perfect place to hide out for a few weeks until the manhunt dies down. the motel is run by a married couple, and their sheltered, somewhat naive child – well, actually they’re an adult by now, but they’ve never left their small town, had a job outside the motel, or been anywhere, and their parents still treat them like a kid. the criminal checks in, of course not mentioning why they’re here, and the owners’ kid is fascinated by their guest – they hardly ever get guests for more than a night at a time, let alone guests who seem to have so many interesting stories and secrets….

dxrlingdevils​:

“Okay, I take it back. I’m not the one that’s being overdramatic, it’s you.” She teased back, feeling a little lighter at their playful banter. Chewing her lip thoughtfully, she considered his question and contemplated her answer as the different places she had dreamed of passed through her thoughts. “What about Scotland? I’ve always wanted to visit the Highlands.” Of course this was just a dream and she knew that she wouldn’t be packing up and leaving any time soon. “I thought I was finally beginning to learn from the best and really learn about the industry, you know? Instead I’m running around playing baby sitter and fetching coffee.”

A laugh fell from his lips. “It seems we’ve been spending too much time together, you’re rubbing off on me.” He replied with a wink. “Scotland sounds great. I love the accent and I’ve always wanted to find Nessie the Loch Ness Monster.” Jesse agreed, going along with her fantasy. The male sighed, feeling for his friend. “That’s normal, though. It sucks, but it is normal. These jerks just take advantage, anything to make life easier for them. They’ll see your persistence though, and it’ll pay off. I know it will. You’re great at what you do. They just need to see that.” 

“I’m a doofus”

"Yes, I know it shouldn't be, but it is. The lines got blurred, it should have never of happened -- I shouldn't have let it happen. I can only apologise. I didn't mean to hurt you." Aiden tried to explain it, but there was no excuse. "Of course I did! I still do. I hate that I've done this to you. You deserve better-- I should have stayed away from you; I always knew I'd end up fucking it up; I was selfish." He wanted to take her hand but he couldn't face it if she pulled away.

𝐨𝐡 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐝𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫  .  how  could  she  shoulder  the  weight  of  pity  for  him  ,  when  he  was  the  architect  who  caused  their  destruction  ?  his  answer  wasn't  ideal  ,  a  bitter  pill  she  was  forced  to  swallow.   she  drew  a  long  breath  ,  a  silent  plea  to  the  universe  to  help  her  find  her  patience  .  "  is  it  really  that  hard  of  a  question  ?  "  her  furrowed  brows  evident  thats  she  was  close  to  giving  up  —  close  to  walking  away  .  "  did  you  ever  even  love  me  ?  or  was  that  a  lie  too  ?  "

Casey felt her eyes on his lip. He could only imagine the state he was in. "Nothing. It's not important -- I just need to leave, and quickly. Say you'll come with me. Please, Corey." The male replied as he begged her. "Yeah, he did, but I'm not taking it anymore. I'm getting far away from here" Casey muttered, wincing as he pressed a hand to his lip.

corey  had  only  been  standing  on  casey’s  doorstep  less  than  a  minute  before  the  door  swung  open.  her  pouty,  glossed  lips  parted,  eyes  zeroing  in  on  her  friend’s  bloodied  lip.  “whoa,  what  happened?”  the  response  fell  from  his  mouth  so  fast  that  her  brain  could  barely  keep  up.  must’ve  had  something  to  do  with  coming  off  a  ten  hour  shift  at  the  gas  station.  it  sounded  like  a  jumbled  mess.  all  she  heard  was  come  with  me.  “c’mere.”  corey  breathed,  pulling  him  onto  the  porch.  “your  dad  did  this?”