Open up the file of the last fic you worked on, copy the very first sentence of that fic (no cheating!), add it to the bottom of this post, and reblog.
Whenever Liam had thought about it in the past, it had been like the idea of becoming a pop star—something that might happen in the future, if he were a different sort of person altogether.
Before the bite, before the kanima and Matt and hunters and alphas and goddamned Gerard Argent, Isaac was already afraid of things that go bump in the night.
You guys, I think I have a problem.