#outofxthefire

[awolfinamask]

Goodbye [ riley hale ]

Send me “Goodbye” for the last voice message my muse leaves for yours before they die.

MISSED CALLS (2)

"Laura and I are going on a walk. We wanted to know if you wanted to go, but you're not picking up so... Just call me back, we're not far from the house, we can wait up for you."

[ericareyesdidnotgolightly-blog]

Out of Fucks to Give;;

hey imnotxahero / iceicexlahey / outofxthefire / justfightingtogetby / genuinexbadass

i miss u assbutt 

[awolfinamask]

Rilerica

Give me a ship and I’ll reply with a six word story about them.

R U CRAZY R U CRAZY

Warnings don’t mean much to children.

[awolfinamask]

☁ [ outofxthefire ]

Send me “☁” and I’ll write a drabble about our characters trapped in a raging fire.

          It was either Derek or Riley. All over again, they were watching the world as it fell around them in wood and flames and ashes. The roof was caving. They didn’t have even a minute left in there before they’d be crushed by the weight of the second floor. There was no time.                                    There was no time.

          “Don’t try to get me back,” Derek shouted over the roar of the fire, scooping a half—conscious Riley into his singed, naked arms. “Don’t try to bring me back!”

          He was pretty sure Riley had said something, but the crackle of the trembling loft was too loud. The wolf ran for the door to the loft. There was a final snap that radiated down to Derek’s feet, and the ceiling fell in slow-motion. He hurled Riley roughly at the loft’s door.

          And then Derek was gone.

          He was buried beneath the burning rubble.

          But Riley was alive. Barely. But he was.

                               And Derek, for once, had                                                                             done                                                                                      something                                                                                                          right.

[ericareyesdidnotgolightly-blog]

Out of Fucks To Give;;

REBECCA ANNE

U FUCKIN QUIT THAT SHIT OUT

IM TRYING TO DO THE THING AND BE PRODUCTIVE AND UR FUCKIN

U FUCKING

U CANT JUST FUCKING

SFQ;UI3GJS;DALCMERVAMLAWEVAER

I WILL WRITE YOU THE SADDEST OF DRABBLES U FUCKIN WATCH ME U STOP THIS AT ONCE

[ericareyescatwomanarchive]

+outofxthefire

Erica looked up at the boy in the woods, narrowing her eyes a bit as she took a step back. "I'm sorry, I'm just uh-training a bit for uh-track and stuff..." God she was terrible at lying, but with her running around and testing her strength, it wasn't like she wasn't telling the truth.

[awolfinamask]

Sing! :3

If I get 12 ‘SING’s I’ll post a cover.

[4/12] Do I even get to count this? You always want me to sing, you weenie.

[ericareyesdidnotgolightly-blog]

Well I Dont Remember Ordering A Cutie From Amazon And Yet Here You Are

ericareyesdidnotgolightly asked:

"What? Oh, no~," she laughs like what he's said is preposterous and downright insanity. "No, no, no, noooo. I just sleep here and keep all my clothes here and eat here and spend all my time here. It's not like, I //live// here or anything, oh heavens no!" She laughs again, this time it's a little more sharp, but not mean; he's amusing and she's not sure why, usually she hates when people ask obvious questions. Tilting her head, she raises a brow. "And what about you?"

    He squints as she continues to talk, eyebrows furrowing just a little, before he realizes —sarcasm; she’s using sarcasm. That clears a few things up for him, and he even offers a gentle, albeit somewhat awkward chuckle in response — that’s the correct response to sarcasm, right? He deliberates for a second, glancing back towards her bed, before returning his gaze to the blonde and taking a slow step forward, away from it, his limbs unfamiliar in their length.

                                       ”Um, I— Well, yeah, I live here too, I guess.”

"You guess? You're not sure? Please, do tell." Crossing her arms, she leaned against the frame of her doorway, one side of her smile ticking up slightly as she teased him, cheeks dimpling slightly as she held back a laugh.

Raising her eyebrows, she waited for his response, tilting her head to lean against the doorway as well as she considered him. He was inordinately tall--nothing new when you were surrounded by unfortunately good looking men and you were only average height yourself---but while he was broader and more filled out than Isaac, he still had the loose lanky sort of look about him that kept him from looking like Derek or even Scott. There was something familiar about him though, something she couldn't put a finger on. The way he looked, the way he smelled...her eyes narrowed just slightly as she waited, considering.