3 friends walking down the street

okay so my genius of a best friend just pretty much figured out what the hell just happened: stefan died and gave the cure to damon, obviously. delena got married and there was like a time jump or something to when they were walking down the street and damon just disappeared, that’s when damon died. then, elena sees the house and her family and that’s a sign that she died and basically all 3 of them died over a period of time and i am so at peace with that. the three main characters of this show being gone by the end without having the other characters mourn over it and go on with their lives and stefan has a lot to do with it. it also proves that no matter what damon goes back to stefan no matter what. it ALSO proves that stefan is for sure the main character of this freaking show because he started all of these characters lives and how they turned around mystic falls.
i don’t know but after this i’m satisfied with how the finale went down and i sobbed my eyes out the whole time.
ALSO BONNIE FREAKING BENNETT IS FINALLY HAPPY AND LIFE IS GOING GOOD FOR HER GOOD NIGHT.

A reason to stay

The reader and Thomas Shelby were best friends growing up and started the race horse business but the reader left. The Shelby’s haven’t seen her a lot since then but everything seems to fall into place after some misfortunes.

A/N - This is probably one of the biggest imagines I have down!!!! I hope you enjoy it. Send requests in <3 <3

Word Count – 1439

Characters – Shelby brothers, Polly, Major Chester Campbell, Reader x Thomas



You were walking through the streets trying to get home when you heard a loud scream, one not of physical but mental pain. You rushed to the source of the sound to see a woman collapsed on the floor crying. You bent down and came face to face with Polly Shelby. You placed your hands delicately on her shoulders.
‘Polly are you okay?’ You asked her, you got no response.
‘Polly?’ you questioned again but were only meet with more sobs. You didn’t ask her again but stood up slowly and leaned her against you before, slowly making your way to the Garrison. You know Thomas would be close by, and if not Thomas, the Shelby brothers.
As you made it to the doors, you kicked them open as you had no hands available. Everyone turned and stared at you.
‘Where are the Shelby’s?’ You asked the large number of people. You saw Arthur and Michael stand up with a few unfamiliar faces.
‘Will you help her please?’ You said, nodding to Polly. When they saw who, it was they rushed her to the room next to the bar. You stayed by herself and placed her head on her lap.
‘What happened?’ You heard a voice say from the doorway, the brothers parted. Thomas Shelby, he’d changed since you last saw him.
‘I found her collapsed on the ground crying, no harm has been down.’ You said smiling slightly. Thomas quavered a bit when he saw you looking after Polly. It had been years since you worked in the business, but you were always special to him.
‘Where?’ He demanded, walking closer to make sure she was okay.
‘Two streets North.’ Once he had the directions he started heading out but you grabbed his hand.
‘Be careful, don’t you hurt yourself. She needs you, all off you.’ You told him and he nodded.


Thomas walked through small Heath, struggling to see through the fig that covered the street. He rounded a corner but was pounced by two men. He managed to get free them but more came from the fog, attacking him. Holding him down so the others could get kicks and punches in. They would have gotten more in if it wasn’t for the coppers that came blowing their whistles. Chester Campbell, came out of the fog with his cane.
‘We might as well see if he’s alive.’ He told his officers.
‘He’s got a pulse, sir.’ The officer said as he was lent over Thomas.
‘Good.’ He said before he continued walking away.


The remaining brother had managed Polly to her bed where you sat and kept watching her, when the boys went and looked for Tommy, he was taking too long. It had been half an hour and you heard noise coming from downstairs, you checked and made sure Polly was sleeping before heading down. You walked in to see Thomas spread across a table, struggling to see out his badly beaten eyes.
‘What in the hell happened?’ You questioned and the brothers looked on as you walked up and started cleaning and seeing to his wounds. When there was no response you asked again, but this time Thomas.
‘What happened, Thomas.’ You asked and you heard the men inhale sharply, knowing he didn’t like to be called that but they were even more surprised when he answered you.
‘I was attacked Y/N.’ He said stating the obvious. You sighed and placed the cloth onto the large cut on his forehead.
‘I can see that but by who?’ You questioned, placing the cloth back in the water as it turned bloody.
‘Londoner.’ He looked at you and you shook your head.
‘Your mixing with them now? Do you not learn?’ You said giving him into to trouble and looking at the brothers that just shrugged. They were still in shook that Tommy was telling you so much. They all remember you and tommy being in the business together, and best friends, you would distract the police if they came and ran the front of the business with Polly, but you had left the business after a while when stuff started getting bad.
you felt down his sides and came across his ribs which contained lumps that should not be there. You turned to the boys.
‘Your gonna have to sit him up and hold him still.’ You said directing them, they stayed still and didn’t move. Knowing they weren’t going to move you had to take matters into your own hand.
‘Do you know what, I thought you’d know better but, you clearly don’t. if we don’t do this he will become a cripple.’ You said but they still didn’t move.
‘Okay, fine.’ You said placing the cloth down and turned to walk but a rough hand around your wrist stopped you.
‘Boys, do what she says.’ Thomas spoke through gritted teeth. They managed to sit him up, so you could wrap the rags and bandages around his ribs to secure them. The brothers lay him back down and gave him alcohol to take the pain away.
‘He needs to be in bed rest for a couple of days. If he starts bleeding heavily again or starts a fever, please shout me down. I’m up with Polly.’ You told them as you moved Thomas’s hair from his face, and looked at how peaceful he slept.


You entered the bedroom was Polly was in. she was awake but staring out the window, she turned to face you when you entered.
‘Y/N?’ She questioned and you nodded.
‘Hey aunt poll.’ You said with a small smile.
‘What are you doing here?’ She asked as she light a cigarette up.
‘I found you on the ground crying last night, so I brung you back to the pub and the brothers brung you here.’
‘Why are you still here though.’ She asked as she puffed his smoke out.
‘Tommy was badly beaten by the Londoners, so stayed longer to make sure he was cleaned properly.’ You told her and she put the cigarette out and stood, she steadied herself. You offered your arm, she gladly took the offer. You both slowly walked down the stairs. She gasped when she saw tommy.
‘What in the bloody hell did you do?’ She said loudly causing the boys to jump, they had been through war and they jump at their aunt’s voice.
‘What did you let him go himself?’ She asked taking the anger out on the boys.
‘Polly! Take it out on me not them. They didn’t do anything wrong.’
‘But neither have you.’ She told you.
‘Some would say the opposite.’ You told her and this allowed her to calm down. You heard groans and the heads of everyone turned around to see Thomas. Arthur helped him sit up and he focused on Polly.
‘Aunt Polly, you’re okay.’ He said checking Polly over from where he sat and she walked closer.
‘Yeah Tommy. I’m good.’ She replied and you slowly walked away knowing they were going to be fine.


Thomas was the first to notice you were gone, he stood, with pain going through his body. He walked, with many protests, to the front door where he saw your figure getting smaller.
‘Y/N.’ he shouted, you turned and stared at him.
‘Thomas Shelby, why are you out of your bed?’ You asked him and walked back towards him, so his walking time would be short.
‘Why are you leaving?’ He questioned.
‘I am not wanted here. It has been made clear as day, since I was a kid. I was doing the last dead before I left.’ You said nodded back to the house. The house that you always visited and were welcome in.
‘Where are you going?’ He asked.
‘I’m deciding between London and Ireland, more Ireland.’ You told him and looked into his intense blue eyes.
‘Don’t.’ He blurted out.
‘What?’ You questioned him.
‘Don’t go.’ He said this time, pain evident in his eyes. He couldn’t bear the thought of you leaving him. He wanted you, he had always wanted you but never admitted it.
‘Tommy I must.’ You told him as you started turning away, a hand grabbed your arm and pulled you into them. You felt warm chapped lips against yours and the faint taste of alcohol. His hand made their way to your hips and pulled you closer, and you groaned. He smiled and pulled away.
‘What was that for?’ You asked, breathlessly as you looked at him, taking in his swollen lips.
‘A reason to stay.’ He said and captured your lips once again.

Breaking... Ch. 1

A/N: So this is my first fan fiction! I’m really excited to show it to anyone who’s willing to read it! I’d really like to thank @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit for giving me the the confidence to write this, thank you so much! Anyway This fic is going to be a series and honestly I’m still not entirely sure what ships I want to use so I guess it’ll be a surprise for everyone XD Ok I’ve rambled long enough, I hope you all enjoy :D

Word count: 3,894

Warnings: Gun use, blood, cursing (Sorry not sorry)


Breaking Laws

             You walked down the street with your close friend Anna. It was dark outside, the air surrounding you was thick and hot. Extreme weather in New York was never really nice for anyone but to you it wasn’t unpleasant. Anna couldn’t say the same however since she was wearing dark jeans and a T-shirt while you were sporting shorts and a tank top. Earlier in the day you had taken off your flannel and tied it to your waist–it was almost ninety degrees at that point and cotton was no friend to you. Anna continued to try and change the subject by complaining about the heat but you were being stubborn. “I swear on my life Anna, if you listen to this you will not be disappointed!” You exclaimed.

“I know you’re super, mega, ultra-obsessed with this play thing but we’ve talked about this hon. It’s just not my thing.” You pouted slightly at her answer.

“It’s not a play thing… It’s a fantastic representation of our history that is showcased in a hip-hop and rap music styling format…” She chuckled at your over exaggerated sadness and gave you a little shove.

“Ok I’ll make a deal with you, I’ll listen to three songs, whichever ones you want, if you help me with Algebra 3. That number junk just flies right over my head with Mrs.Gepson gone!” You couldn’t help but squeal slightly and happily agreed to the terms. You silently thanked the universe for core math classes and for the University’s uncanny habit of finding underwhelming substitute professors. The two of you continued to walk down the street and laugh at your own commentary on the way to your apartment building. The laughter didn’t last long though, you felt like you were being watched, you were still about 10 minutes away from your destination when Anna nudged your arm and whispered. “Do not turn around. This guy behind us has been on our tail for the last 3 blocks.” Her words were quiet but they were sharp and she looked like she was ready to pounce at any moment.

             Both of you instantly picked up the pace, not running but just walking with more vigor and purpose than before. The man behind us matched our pace, no he was actually catching up to us pretty fast. You turned your head as we started to run and saw him pull something out of his hoodie. Is that a gun? He yelled out to us, making us stop in our tracks, the intent of his words catching up quicker than he was.

“Stop running before I do something undesierable.” His voice was deep and coarse, like he’s been screaming all day. We both look at each other, out of breath and tired from the adrenaline high we just experienced. Putting our hands up in the air we slowly turned around, not wanting him to try and shoot at us. He was about seven feet away from us at this point and still making small steps toward us as he spoke once more.

“Empty your pockets.” He ordered. We did as he asked, dropping our phones to the ground first we reached into our pockets and pulled out all the money we had on us. Anna had a twenty and three ones, you had three tens and a five on you. Looking at the money on the ground the man scoffed.

“You little girls shitting me right now? No way in hell that’s all you’ve got!” His voice sent chills up my spine, Anna was the first to speak up to him.

“That really is all we have… We just came back from friend’s and we weren’t exactly planning on going to Tiffany’s today…” Her tone was a combination of anger and fear; it was certainly not one you’ve ever heard her use before. The man gripped the gun tighter, a low growl erupting from his throat. Quickly he shifted the gun’s position toward Anna, her eyes widened and her voice got caught in her throat.

“Excuse me?! Wanna say that again?” He yelled. You couldn’t even think about what you were doing before you side-stepped in front of her, the gun now directly aimed at you. Forcing yourself to speak, you voice cracked slightly from the storm of emotions mulling in your body.

“Let’s try and be rational here… Just lower the gun, we don’t need to be too drastic right?” He didn’t seem to care about keeping a level head in the situation. His gaze never left you as he stepped closer once more, the muzzle of the gun only about two feet away from you.

“I’ll lower the damn gun when you give me the rest that you have!” He bellowed, his eyes unwavering, they were such a cold shade of blue. They felt like they were stabbing you by just looking at you. You kept your voice low but you knew he would hear you, there was no other way to do this.

“Anna run. Don’t look back, just keep running. I’ll take care of this.” She tried to refuse, she really did. But you both knew that if she stayed there wouldn’t be any chance of either of you getting away. She began to take a few steps backwards before turning around into a complete sprint. You could see the anger pulsating in his eyes, there wasn’t even a moment of hesitation before he pulled the trigger.

             It was an odd sensation; you could feel the pressure in the air that pushed towards you as the bullet exited the chamber. You could feel the blunt puncturing of your skin as the round bullet burrowed into your skin, on the right side of your forehead. You could feel your skull crack from the contact. Everything was painful, it was burning and reverberating. You heard a scream and then you felt yourself falling, but you didn’t hit the concrete of the dirty city street like you expected to. No, you kept falling, at first there was no color, just white, moving white. Everything looked like silk, swirling and twisting around your body. But the soft tangles of the silk soon turned to the same intense shade of blue that that man held in his stare. Everything turned into electricity—you watched as your hair started to frizz out into a halo around your head—but you couldn’t feel anything. You were numb as your eyes finally shut.

             You felt your eyes burn as sun shined onto your eyelids. With a soft groan you shifted over slightly, the ground was hard and warm. God my head is killing me. As you sat up every muscle in your body seemed to screech. Reaching up you touched the side of your forehead and winced, feeling a sudden sting wave through your brain. You finally opened your eyes and looked down at your hand, watching as the blood slid across your fingers and into your palm. Blood glided down your cheek and some small droplets clotted in your eyebrow. Your head felt like it was about to explode as the memories rushed back to you. The man, the gun, the scream. Your hand instantly went back to the spot on your head where the blood was coming from, there wasn’t any hole or anything. What the hell is going on? Looking up you saw that you were sitting under a lamp post. A dirt path stretched out underneath your body, making your legs dirty. Hooking your arm around the lamp post you used it to help you stand up, you gripped it tightly as your mind suddenly felt clouded. It was incredibly bright outside so you had to squint to look down the paths. In the distance you could make out what seemed to be a yellow house.

             Only the sound of the dirt shifting under your weight kept you awake long enough to approach the building, it seemed to grow in size the closer you came to it. Your eyes fluttered open and shut, your mind wanting nothing more than to shut down. Staggering up the solid steps your legs gave out, you had to use your arms to pull yourself to the door. Your breath was short and sharp, your chest felt like it was going to collapse. Hell, your entire body seemed to feel like it was being pulled apart in every direction possible. With a clenched and bloody fist you banged on the wooden door as hard as you could. You’re almost there Y/N, just stay awake. Your body slumped over as the door opened, your eyes focused on the off white fabric that now stood where the door once was. It was a woman, she knelt down beside you and her voice was laced with concern.

“Dear Lord, child are you alright?” Your eyelids slammed down into each other once more as another wave of pain crashed into you.

“Help me, help…” And suddenly you were out once more.

             The second time you woke up was much more pleasant, at the very least it wasn’t painful. Instead of hard dirt you were laying on some sort of cushion, it was so soft it almost seemed like it was a giant throw pillow. You opened your eyes and saw the woman from earlier stare back at you. This time around you could actually make out the details of her face. Her skin had an olive like coloring to it, very faint laugh lines crossed past her green eyes, a few long strands of brown hair fell out from under the white handkerchief that was wrapped around her head.

“I see that you are finally awake, child.” Her voice was soft. Child? She couldn’t be that much older than me.

“Hello.” Your voice felt a little strained but managed to at least say that. She smiled at you.

“If you are feeling well enough to stand I would like to ask you allow me to help you dress.” You nodded and slowly pushed yourself up from the bed you had been laying on.

“May I ask what your name is Miss?”

“Y/N L/N, what’s your name?” You finally took notice of what she was wearing. The long white fabric had a few red stains on it, that was probably from you. But that wasn’t what was so surprising, it was just the style of it that looked odd to you. The skirt flowed down and brushed against the floor, the top almost looked like it was in two pieces. As she turned around you could see the lacing in the back, it was almost like a corset but nowhere near as tight as the models you’ve seen. Not only that but it looks like it’s made of fabric, not metal or anything like that. She cocked her head to the side as she picked up some things in front of her.

“Rachel, Rachel Spencer.”

“That’s a really pretty name… So um Rachel, can I ask you a question?”

“Of course Miss L/N, what’s your question?” She turned back towards you, holding a small pile of cloth in her arms.

“Where exactly am I?” You questioned. She looked at you incredulously.

“Oh dear, you’re in New York.” She smiled at the words.

“No, I get that, I’m from New York. I mean where am I, like why am I not in a hospital?” She seemed to be even more confused than she was before.

“A hospital? Do you mean for all that blood? Don’t worry Miss L/N it was only a bruise when I washed away the blood.”

“Then… What exactly is this place?” You asked as your gaze slid across the room you were in; it was small but it felt homely.

“Why Miss L/N, you’re standing in the Hamilton residence, to be more specific you’re in my living quarters.” Before you could actually question her more about the matter she set the pile down on the bed behind you and clapped her hands together.

“Now please undress so that I can help you into some more proper clothes. I know what I have isn’t very nice but it’ll at least cover you up.” Your eyes widened at her words.

“Undress?”

“Yes, why is that- Oh I see, you must be shy. Very well, I’ll turn around as you undress and you put the shift on. I shall turn back around and help you with the other pieces once you are done.” She had already taken a step back and turned around before you could protest. Heaving a sigh, you made quick work of getting out of your shorts and tank before examining the cloth on the very top of the pile. Not much different than a really long night dress I suppose. You pulled the material over your head, luckily it wasn’t that off in size.

“Okay, you can turn back around now Rachel.” You were still really confused about what was happening. Where were you exactly? Some sort of colonial reenactment? Or perhaps somehow you got dropped off into some Amish territory? That would actually explain why they didn’t call for an ambulance. Rachel turned back around to you and quickly put the rest of the pieces on you. The two of you looked very similar now in terms of clothing, the only really noticeable difference was that her bodice was white and yours was blue. Suddenly the actions of this woman were flooding over you. She helped you, cleaned you up and now was helping you to blend in. The world always needs kindness like hers.

“Thank you so much Rachel, I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t had helped me when you did.” You spoke like a child thanking a parent for teaching them how to tie their shoes. Speaking of shoes, Rachel had just pulled out a pair of dark boots and was motioning for you to sit so she could help you put them on.

“No need to thank me child, if there was anyone you should be thanking it would be Lady Betsy. She heard me cry out and came to see what all the commotion was about and found you lying in my arms. She truly is the kindest woman I have ever met; the moment her eyes fell on you she ran around trying to find anything that might help you.” A soft smile graced her lips as she spoke, all the while she was sliding and buttoning the shoes to your feet.

“She must be amazing judging by how much you praise her.” You stood up once she was done and silently thanked her for the help.

“She is, now come with me. Lady Betsy would actually like to speak with you.” She hopped up off the ground a led you outside the room. The corridors she led you down were narrow and plain at first but the further you traversed the wider they became. Before you knew it you were walking down grandiose white walls with gold embellishing the linings. Eventually the two of you stopped in front of a pair of double doors and Rachel gave one small knock.

“Come in.” A woman’s voice called from inside. Rachel opened the doors escorted you inside the room. The walls were lined with bookshelves; it was almost like a personal library. There was a large wooden desk at the end of the room, someone was standing in front of it. From the back all you could see was a big, blue gown with white and gold accents, part of her long, dark hair was pulled back but the rest spilled down flat against her back. She finally turned around and faced the two of us, her eyes were dark and gentle as she smiled worriedly at us.

“Hello dear, I’m glad to see that you are finally awake. You gave us all quite a fright when you showed up the way you did.” The woman spoke softly, at this point you were able to guess that this must be Betsy.

“Hello Mrs. Hamilton, forgive me for interrupting you but I would like to introduce you to our unexpected guest.” Rachel said as she gave a small curtsey, she then motioned for you to take a step closer. You did so and followed Rachel’s example by curtseying as well.

“Hi, um, sorry for showing up the way I did… My name is Y/N, nice to meet you.” She furrowed her eyebrows for a moment.

“No need to apologize Miss Y/N, I am Elizabeth Hamilton, but most people call me Eliza.” Eliza Hamilton, isn’t that ironic. You smiled up at her, she actually oddly looked familiar.

“Thank you for all of your help, Eliza. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you and Rachel hadn’t helped me when you did.”

“It is no trouble, dear. If you do not mind I would like to talk with you more on your situation once my husband returns.” She spoke like an experienced mother, it was comforting.

“Is Mr. Hamilton scheduled to arrive back at his usual time, Mrs. Hamilton?” Rachel asked.

“Yes, it is almost time for supper so he should not be too far away. Would you like to join us for dinner Y/N? It would give us ample opportunity to discuss what comes next.” Eliza went behind the desk and took a seat, holding her hands in her lap. At first you were caught a little off guard but you ended up agreeing. Eliza and Rachel’s eyes lit up at your answer.

“Wonderful! Until then you can rest in here, my husband won’t mind us occupying his study while he’s out. Take a seat, Rachel could read to you if you’d like as well.” She beamed happily. Read to me? Oh, they probably think I have a concussion or something.

“That’s very kind of you Eliza but I’m just fine! I can read on my own.” You reassured her. The other two women were taken aback by your comment.

“Oh, so you’re an educated woman? Forgive me, I didn’t realize.” Eliza apologized but the tone in her voice made her seem more questioning. Did I say something weird? I could see maybe if they thought I was homeless but I don’t know what education has to do with that. You decided it was best not to question her on the statement, she probably didn’t mean for it to sound the way she had. Rachel excused herself, she said she had to go help ‘Angie’ with her work.

             You paced back and forth, your fingertips gliding across the rows of book spines as you examined the titles. Whoever Eliza’s husband is, he really likes Shakespeare. You eventually plucked out A Mid-Summer Night’s Dream, you’d be lying if you said that it wasn’t a personal favorite of yours. You always felt that you related to Helena the most out of all the characters. Taking the book, you sat down on a nearby couch. You fussed around with your dress for a few minutes so that you sit ‘Crisscross applesauce’ style underneath the layers of fabric, most of it hanging over the cushions. You had just gotten to Titania and Oberon’s confrontation when a young girl, maybe around 12 or 13 years old, came skipping into the room. Her dress wasn’t quite as big as Eliza’s, it was more…fluffy than bulky, the light purple color popped against her tan skin. Her hair was pulled into a pair of pigtail braids.

“Mama! Mama! Daddy’s home, it’s time for dinner!” She exclaimed before she finally took notice of my presence. “Who’s this Mama?” She asked, she must be Eliza’s daughter.

“Angie sweetie, this is Miss Y/N. She will be joining us for dinner.” Eliza explained as she stood up from the desk and stood next to the now identified ‘Angie’ from earlier. She gave the girl a small pat on the back and motioned for her follow as she walked off toward the door. You put the book down next to you, Angie took notice of the cover and skipped toward you excitedly, grabbing your hand to help you stand up.

“Daddy will be very excited to meet you, he loves Shakespeare!” She giggled and linked your arm with her own.

“I noticed.” You chuckled and allowed her to guide you out the door. Eliza gave a small laugh at the sight and continued to walk by your side. Your trio made your way through some more of the beautifully designed hallways, the sound of chatter becoming louder as you approached an archway that lead you into a large, open room. You recognized the door at the far end, this must be main room and that must be the front door you were slumped against not so long ago. Your gaze then fell onto a man; he wore a dark green coat with a matching pant. You could tell that the clothing was meant to be from the same era as everyone else’s, the pants stopped at his knees and a pair of long socks covered his shins. He was looking down at two young boys with mischievous grins on their faces.

“Daddy! Daddy! Look!” Angie ran up to the man, he must be Eliza’s husband. The man turned around with a wide smile stretched across his face. He quickly ran his fingers through his dark hair to push it out of his face before wrapping his arms around Angie.

“My sunshine girl! I missed you even more today than I did the last!” He said happily. Why does he look so familiar? He kissed Angie’s nose and released her, turning his attention to Eliza.

“My love, how was your day?” He asked as he made his way over to Eliza and gave her a kiss on the cheek. His eyes clouded with curiosity as he took notice of you standing next to his wife. “And who is this young lady?” He questioned, Eliza’s voice lowered slightly. Angie came bounding toward her father.

“That’s what I wanted you to see Daddy, she likes Shakespeare too!” She smiled.

“Is that right?” He spoke, sounding slightly impressed.

“Her name is Y/N, Rachel found her on our door step, bleeding from the side of her head…” She leaned in and whispered in his ear. “Poor girl, she was practically naked, I wanted to wait till you came home before we asked her any questions.” She pulled away and his eyes softened. Looking back over at you, he stepped back and gave you a small bow.

“Well it is a pleasure to have you in our home Miss Y/N, perhaps we could discuss literature over supper? Pardon, you must forgive me, I haven’t introduced myself yet. My name is Alexander Hamilton.” Your eyes widened as the name washed over your thoughts.

Alexander Hamilton, Eliza Hamilton?

             There was no way but you couldn’t shake this feeling in the pit of your stomach that begged you to ask something, anything that could prove the growing thought in your head wrong.

“Forgive me sir, but um, may I ask what you do? For work I mean…” He seemed confused for a moment but answered you nonetheless.

“I work up in the city as the Treasury Secretary under President Washington.” He said simply.

Shit.

Helpful Friend

Summary: Your best friend, Taehyung, is always there to help you out with your son.
Member: Taehyung x Reader
Type: Fluff/ Best Friend!AU
Length: 1,030 Words
 

I would love to have Tae as a friend if I had a kid. He is seriously so cute when it comes to kids! Anyways, I hope you guys like this scenario <3

-Admin Kat

Originally posted by luniekyu

“Is he here? Is he here? When is he coming? Oh! Is that him?” Minjun asked as he stared out the window. You peeked over your shoulder, still holding the shirt in your hand, and glanced at the people walking in the streets below your apartment. Minjun was hopping up and down on the couch, excited to see his favorite person. You smiled at his excitement, turning back to the laundry that you were folding. “Mama, is he here? Do you know if he is coming soon?”

“He should be here any moment,” you reassured your son. He shook his head, jumping even faster; as though that would make time itself move faster. You placed the nearly folded shirt on top of the pile and turned to Minjun. You placed your hands on his waist, carefully pulling him down so he was seated beside you. “How about you calm down for a bit and help me? I’m sure he will be here very soon.”

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Man at A Crossroad

A/N: Okay, this piece of poetry was originally for my creative writing class until @a-broken-hunter (my lovely beta) asked me if this was about Dean Winchester. At first it wasn’t, but this certainly aligns with who he is as a character (especially season 3) and humanity (in general) as a whole. Anyway, enjoy this piece of poetry! As always, feedback of any kind (i.e. likes, reblogs, and comments) is greatly appreciated.

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Originally posted by marilynmay


He was once a man who stood at a crossroad,

but what else is he?

He’s a partner, a friend, or a brother.

You could see him walk down the street;

think nothing of his life.

Take this man considering the footage, but

ignore his shortcomings.

He drinks and slinks away to

the women of the night.

He finds solace in

the sins which leave blemishes in their wake

to masquerade as goods that satisfy.

Deals are tailored and amended

from those deepest yearnings. However,

the house always makes a profit.

Life feeds on the bizarre and

Fate weaves a basket labeled downfall.

Man accepted temptation while

signing his soul on the dotted line.

He is a man at a crossroad.

Originally posted by suhaylah

He is a man at a crossroad.

signing his soul on the dotted line.

Man accepted temptation while

Fate weaves a basket labeled downfall.

Life feeds on the bizarre and

the house always makes a profit

from those yearnings. However,

deals are tailored and amended

to masquerade as goods that satisfy

the sins which leave blemishes in their wake.

He finds solace in

the women of the night,

he drinks, and slinks away to

ignore his shortcomings.

Take this man considering the footage, but

think nothing of his life.

You could see him walk down the street.

He’s a partner, a friend, or a brother.

But what else is he?

He was once a man who stood at a crossroad.

letshaveskeletonsoffun  asked:

YOOOOO. CONGRATS FAM. Anywayssss. Can I get some Blueberry reacting to his kid being a skelehuman??? ((Kinda like shiro.)) Like. He was expecting either a human, a monster, or an abomination ((who he would still love tbh.)) But when the bab comes out and it's a perfect mix of human and skele and it's just heckin cute??? So, reaction headcanons or scenario please?? ((Whichever you feel like thanks)) :3

THAANKKS FRIEND

Underswap Sans

  • When he sees his child it’s instant stars
  • He made this???? With you???? This precious thing exists??? Because of him??
  • Blue shows of the kid to everyone he sees
  • Like, he’ll be walking down the street, spots a random woman and be like, “DO YOU WANT TO SEE THE CUTEST THING IN THE ENTIRE WORLD”
  • The kid is coddled 24/7, if you don’t watch out, they will grow up to be super spoiled
  • Blue made the kid battle body pjs
  • He has the hardest time dropping his child off at daycare or handing them over to a babysitter
  • Has a picture of you and his child as his wallpaper
  • Blue is basically Maes Hughs from Full Metal Alchemist
  • —–>THIS SCENE RIGHT HERE <——-
Nice Guys Finish Last pt. 2

Originally posted by u-know-time

A/N: Okay its really long and I have no idea why or how :( I don’t even know where this plot or character development came from, I just wanted to write rebel Tae smut to be honest…

Anyways enjoy <3

Here’s Part 1 as a refresher : Nice Guys Finish Last 

-Ray :)


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Barson Drabble Giveaway Part 3

Title: A Time For Change

Authour: roseinutopia

Rating: K+

For: @barsonaddict

Prompt: “It’s not like I missed you or anything.”

A/N: For an awesome friend ♥



Olivia smiled at the barista and placed a dollar note on the counter before taking the tray with two coffees and the paper bag with pastries and leaving the coffee shop. The spring sun was shining down from a cloudless blue sky, warming New York for the first time in the year and only lifting her mood as she walked down the street. Every familiar face she came across as she walked into One Hogan Place received a chipper greeting, something that earned her a slightly irritated glance from Rita Calhoun as she momentarily stopped intimidating a very young ADA.

“Good morning Carmen,” Olivia said as she walked towards Barba’s office and the assistant smiled knowingly to herself, telling her that he was in his office.

She didn’t even notice that her smile was even wider than before as she opened the door with her elbow and entered the office. “Look who’s back from his holiday. I lost ten bucks to the squad because I did bet that you wouldn’t want to leave the beautiful, sunny Maldives to come back and work with us.”

She strode up to his desk, her heart skipping a beat as he smirked at her and held her gaze while she handed him the coffee. “That’s weird,” he replied while she sat down on one of the visitor chairs and opened the pastry bag. “Whenever I had a Wifi connection I received messages from your detectives in which they complained that you terrorised them with your foul mood. And now it’s my first day back, I haven’t even had time to start my laptop and you’re already here.”

His smirk widened triumphantly as he leaned back in his chair and Olivia hated that her cheeks started to glow and her smile became a little bit crooked.

“Uh… it’s not like I missed you or anything… your replacement was just a pain to work with and I had a migraine and…”

Her attempt of an explanation turned into babbling and as she hurried to take a sip from her coffee she burned her tongue. Rafael continued to smirk at her, and she just knew that he wouldn’t let that slide.

“You can admit that you missed me, Liv,” he said, his voice suddenly surprisingly soft and he abandoned his coffee, standing up and sending her imagination into overdrive. But surely it wouldn’t happen the way she saw it in her head, with him coming towards her to tell her…

“Because I missed you too.”

She blinked in surprise and was sure that she’d gaped at him for a moment before she managed to get her expression under control. Was this truly happening, or was she still lying in bed, dreaming?

Rafael’s fingertips brushing against the back of her hand convinced her that this was reality, and she listened in positive disbelief as he explained: “I had a lot of opportunities to think about things on that island. Things I forced myself not to think about for quite some time.”

He gently took her hand and Olivia couldn’t do anything except for holding on to him and waiting for him to gather the courage to take the step they’d been destined to take for months, maybe even years.

“Liv, you’re the most important person in my life, and you’ve become more than a friend to me. I know it’s going to change a lot, but… will you go on a date with me?”

Olivia’s heart jumped and she smiled, happiness flooding her insides. “I would love to,” she whispered softly, and the slightly nervous expression on his face vanished while he took her second hand and their fingers laced through each other.

Permission

“Hey babe.” Dillon greeted with a kiss.
“Hey.” I replied wrapping my arms around his neck. Me and Dillon had been together for 3 years now, we met in high school and became instant friends and then he asked me out and I said yes.
“Do you want to come round my house tonight?” I asked him. He groaned and set his chin on top of my head (I was considerably shorter than him). “What?” I asked.
“I’ve been meaning to talk about this with you.” He said pulling back and grabbing my hand as we walked down the street. “I want you to move in.” He continued.
I stopped and turned to look at him.
“Really?!” I said with excitement. He nodded and I jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I stopped when I remembered. “Dil?” I asked using my nickname for him.
“Yeah?”
“You do realise that you are going to have to ask Derek right?” He groaned again.
***
“Good luck baby.” I whispered as I pushed him into the smoke filled room that contained my brother.
“Hey Derek.” Dillon said nervously. “I was wondering whether your sister could move-”
“No.” He said instantly. My anger boiled and I stalked into the room with my hands on my hips.
“What do you mean no?” I yelled at Derek. “I’m not a kid anymore okay? I’ve been with him for 3 years! I’ll only be 15 minutes away? Please just let me do this for once!” Derek stared up at me with an angry expression until it faltered. He stood up.
“Okay.”
“Thanks m-” Dillon started.
“I’m not doing this for you, I’m doing this for my sister.” Derek stated. “And if you do anything I’ll come over there and beat your ass and I want to see my sister at least twice a week.”
I cheered then hugged Derek.
“Thank you.”

Daily preferences #180

You were at a party with your friends downtown and by 3 AM one of them asked if some of you were down to get out and wander in the dark yet warm summer nights.

None of you were alcoholized and you were all down to get out and breathe some fresh air.

As you were walking down the streets, laughing and talking pretty loudly, you were getting closer of a supermarket, with some carts tidied on the park lot.

“What if we were doing a cart race on this barely lighted up park lot ?” Taehyung came up with the idea.

“That would be bad.” Your best friend answered, quite anxious of her presence in the group at this precise moment.

“That would be so damn exciting!” you shouted. “Do you have some coins for us to get the carts?”

“Yes I have some.” Jungkook searched for his wallet into his jeans’ pockets. “Who wants to play?” He asked with the coins in his hands.

Five hands rose up, thus he gave two coins to his friends and kept one for him.

Taehyung, Hoseok and himself pushed your friend, Jimin and yourself into the carts and started the race.

The drivers all started to scream so you followed them; cheering up Hoseok who was the one pushing the cart you were in.

“Come on Hoseok, you’re the horse of my life, you gotta make us win tonight!” You burst into laughter and so did the others.

He pushed with all his force, spining around in the corners, making you bump into the other carts when he was struggling to gain distance.

You were rising your hands up, screaming out loud as you watched the stars and felt the fresh air slamming onto your bare skin parts. That was how summer must feel : summer must free yourself from every problems you usually have every day. Summer is made to have fun, to forget everything, to spend good times with your friend. Summer was not made for anything else.

“Guys, there’s a guard with a flashlight speeding up to us!” Namjoon interrupted.

The drivers ran to the rows of carts to tidy the ones they were driving. You all got out of them and ran away while screaming and laughing hysterically.

“That was the best part of the night.” You laughed out of breath.

“I could not agree more.” Taehyung gave you a high five when you were all safe and sound, making up the best memories of your respective youth.

My Fault- A Peter Pan One-Shot

Title: My Fault
Request: Can I have a Pan oneshot where the reader sees him in the underworld when they go get Hook and he’s all like: are you not happy to see me? And fluff <3 please
Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader

Y/N was walking down the street of the underworld, trying to find her best friend’s true love, Hook.
Emma, Y/N's  best friend, and her parents, son, Regina Mills and Robbie Hood had gone to the underworld to save Hook. They had all split up to try and cover more ground quickly.
Y/N walked past a bakery, and into an alley. The alley led to another road, a small wooded back road. She kept walking.
Through the miles of woods and emptiness, she felt something she hadn’t felt in a long time. She knew someone she loved dearly was there somewhere
“Y/N!” a voice called out to her suddenly.
She knew who it was, as her heart told her, and she turned around. It was her boyfriend, Peter Pan, who had died years earlier. Y/N thought his death was her fault, and was totally heart broken.
“Peter.” she said calmly.
Peter walked over to her, “Are you not happy to see me?”
“It’s just, I just got over your death. Yes, I miss you more than anything!” Y/N said with her eyes filling with tears. Peter hugged her.
“This should be a happy moment love, not sad. If you are so sad, I guess you aren’t dead?” Peter said.
“No, I came her to rescue my friends boyfriend. I can save you too, right?!” Y/N said excitingly.
“I’m sorry to say, but no. Hades has me trapped down here, even with a new heart I can’t leave.” Peter said. Y/N started to cry, and she leaned into Peter’s chest.
“I don’t want to lose you again. I feel like this was all my fault! I should be the one dead not you!” Y/N said looking up at Peter.
“It will all be ok, nothing could have can get what happened. It was not your fault.” Peter said.
“I should have never let you come with me to get that water.” Y/N said.
Peter had been killed by a monster one night while he and Y/N were going to get pails of water. Y/N didn’t want him to go at first, but he begged and begged until she let him
“If you had died, we would have never met again here! It was all meant to be, Y/N I promise you.” Peter said
“I guess so. I’m just so sorry.” Y/N said
They paused and hugged for a moment.
“I love you, you know that right? I never stopped loving you, even after death.” Peter said comforting Y/N.
“I love you too.” Y/N responded.
They kissed each other like they were about to die, more passion and love in the kiss than any kiss they had shared before.

When they broke the kiss, they had been teleported to a dark cave. There was a small path over a dark river, and at the end of the path, a bright white light.
“Y/N, I can move on.” Peter said.
“No please Peter, I can’t lose you again!” Y/N said clinging to him, “How did that even happen?”
“You were my unfinished business, to tell you I love and tell you my death wasn’t your fault.” Peter said
“You need to go, Peter.” Y/N, rethinking herself, “If I can’t bring you back, you deserve to move on and be happy.”
“I’ll never forget you Y/N, I love you so much. Thank you for everything you’ve done.” Peter said hugging her tightly.
“I love you too. Not a day will go by that I won’t think about you. Watch over me if you can, ok?” Y/N said.
“Of course I will.” Peter said.
They kissed one final time, and Peter started walking to the other side.
Before he went into the light, he turned around to face Y/N, “Goodbye, Y/N”
“Goodbye Peter.” Y/N said. They both had tears in their eyes.
Peter walked into the light, and Y/N started to cry. They weren’t tears of sadness, she happy. She was happy that Peter was in a better place and his death wasn’t her fault.
They never did forget each other, talking to each other from the other side hoping that the other person would hear.
And many years later, when Y/N peacefully crossed to the other side, she was reconnected with Peter. Everything that had done in the past had paid off, they were together.

——–

Much love!

Em

I think I was born with some kind of special ability to get ridiculously lost on what should be very simple and direct routes. It’s been like this since I can remember, although growing up I had my mishaps while driving alone as a teenager, and would end up 30 miles/ 48 km in the wrong direction and mildly terrified (this was before GPS system were widespread, and smartphones weren’t a thing) before turning around. But today all I was trying to do was go to a lake nearby, because a friend sent me a Lonely Planet article on my city when I told her what it was called, and I was really curious to see what on earth the author had experienced for him to manage to describe Huizhou as a quaint, historic retreat from “modern China” full of idyllic, tranquil scenery. I got there just fine, it was literally a straight line several blocks down from the end of my street. I walked around a small loop (maybe 3 km), still in full view/hearing of traffic and construction, decided the idyllic part must be beyond walking distance, and headed back.

 I walked up what I thought was the alley I’d come down, was proud of myself for being able to order an egg pancake, and then realized I wasn’t at the intersection I should be. I thought I was going in the right direction, so I forged ahead, sure that things would look familiar soon enough. Yeah, right. I recognized nothing, and while I’m usually blase about being lost, I’ve been stressed out lately, so I actually began to panic and consider hailing a cab because Google Maps doesn’t work on my phone anymore (I didn’t install the VPN on it) and the Baidu map function wouldn’t load my location. Then I came to a big park by a river (pictured above). A river? How the hell had I ended up at the river? After looking at the map, I still don’t know what happened. But it slowly dawned on me that I was at the park that runs parallel to the bar street I had walked to a couple weeks ago, and I knew exactly how to get home from there. Nonetheless, I had somehow managed to go 1.3 km in the exact opposite direction from my apartment. Sigh. Well, at least I got more exercise than planned? 

Lesson Learned

Summary: A day at school with Bangtan takes an unexpected turn.

Genre: High School!AU

Word Count: 1,619

Characters: BTSxReader, Yoobin(Oh My Girl)

A/N: This scenario will possible have 3 parts to it.

Pt.1Pt. 2 | Pt. 3

-Admin D

Originally posted by jjimins

Grey sky. Grey pavement. Grey life. Isn’t that just depressing?

I walked the silent streets to school ever so slowly. This was my senior year, yet for the past three years, I’ve done nothing but stay at home and study. Sure I would go out with my friends from time to time but nothing exciting went down. Well not until later on today of course.

It was a cold day to the point where I felt my toes freezing with every step I took. It was unusual for it to be so cold in the middle of April. As I tightened my scarf, I took a deep breath of cold air as I entered once again to the gates of school or more like hell.

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Writing Prompts

1) The sky darkened quickly, as if day had been drained from the sky in a matter of seconds.

2) “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, reaching out to touch their face. They backed away and threw their hands up. “Don’t touch me you disgusting excuse for a human.”

3) The words had left him numb and hollow.

4) She watched as the words flicked across the screen, a slow decent into hopelessness. She watched in abject horror, as her friend disappeared, spiraling down into the dark pit of their own mind.

5) “Oh my love,” she whispered, “I’m so sorry I failed you.”

6) Please, let them forgive me, he thought, as he closed his eyes for the final time.

7) The darkest parts of her mind were getting the best of her. She could almost feel the shadows pulling her towards them as she walked down the street. But she ignored everything. She had a job to do.

8) “Screw them,” she said, wiping away the other girls tears. “Screw them. They don’t deserve you, you hear me? Screw. Them.”

9) The fire began to curl up the walls of the room but he stood unimaginably still, so calm, so welcoming of the flames on the verge of consuming them.

10) Forget me, she silently pleaded as she turned away. She didn’t look back, but she knew the shocked expressions hadn’t yet left their faces. Her words probably stung her more than them, but it’s far easier to leave people knowing that they hate you and won’t miss you, than it is to leave them missing you.

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Request; Can you do a one-shot where the reader is tortured by Crowley and team free will comes to her rescue? Maybe casxreader

Warnings; arguing, swearing, blood.

Pairing; TFW x Reader (mostly reader x castiel in the middle of the story to the end)

Word Count; 3,298

A/N; I hope I did this right, I don’t write one shots a lot so I hope it’s ok. I also made Cas and the reader best friends but also like each other.  I changed it up a little and added some stuff to it. I hope you like it and thank you for the request. :) !!Requests Always Open!!

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I woke up to a dark room, no lights anywhere. I don’t remember anything at all other then getting hit in the head with something while walking down the street back to the bunker. I was walking down the street with headphones in minding my own business then I felt a weird feeling..like someone was watching me. Before I could turn around and look to see who it was I got bashed on the head with a bat, bottle or something then everything went black..now here I am.  I feel rope wrapped around my wrists tide to a wooden chair, my feet are also tied together. “Help!!” I yelled as loud as I could, hopping someone would hear me. I got no answer so I yelled again “Help!! I’ve been kidnapped!” then I felt a hand cover my mouth, and a light flicker on above me. It wasn’t bright but it was bright enough for me to see who it was, a demon. The man had pitch black eyes and an evil grin when he saw me. I focused my eyes on him, trying to believe if this is really happening or not then another voice caught my attention. “Hello y/n”, I looked over to see who it was, it was Crowley. He was sitting in his throne with a little light above him so I could see him. “Thank you, Damian. I’ll take it from here.” he said to the demon, shooing him away.

“What the hell do you want Crowley?” I ask with anger in my voice, giving him a glare.

“I’d like to ask you a few questions.”

“Ask.”

“I see your close with the Winchesters..Moose and Squirrel. Also the angel boy.” He says, glaring in to my eyes and giving me an evil smile. I didn’t like where this was going.

“Yes I am, we’re a family.” he laughed at what I just said. “Ah family, the family that puts you through so much?”

“They save my life, all the time just as much as I save theirs.” I was starting to get angry, those boys are my family. Sam and Dean are like my big brothers and Cas was my bestest friend in the whole world, I even had a crush on him but he doesn’t know. He wouldn’t like me the same way and even if he did he wouldn’t understand.

“Alright whatever you say, so my question is..where are they?”

“what?” I ask with shock, now I definitely don’t like where this is going.

“You heard me, where are they? I need them for…something.”

“I will not tell you where they are.” I could tell that pissed him off, making him angry as ever.

“Excuse me, but you agreed to answer my questions..Where..are..they?!” he said a louder than before

“I didn’t think you we’re going to ask for this, I will not tell you where they are and put them in danger.”

“Do I have to beat the answer out of you?” he asks, cracking his knuckles.

“I don’t care. Whatever it takes to keep them safe.” I say quietly but with force. Trying to hide the scaredness in my voice.

“As you wish, darling.” He stood up, walked down the stairs that was ahead of his throne and was in front of you. He walked over to you and punched you in the mouth, busting your lip. “Are you going to speak now?” he asks. “Why should I answer to you?” I ask, spitting the blood in my mouth on his face. He wiped it off his face, bent down to your height and smacked me across the face, hard then screamed “Because I’m bloody Crowley! and I deserve answers!” then he smacked me again, feeling something crack in my jaw.

~TFW POV~

We we’re all at the bunker doing research, well Cas wasn’t. Cas was up doing whatever he does in heaven.

“Where’s y/n?” Sam asks Dean, looking concerned. You haven’t been home over night so they were starting to get worried.

“I’m not sure Sammy, track down her phone..I’ll try calling her.” Dean said, pulling out his phone and dialing your number.. praying in his head that you’d answer, but of course it went to voicemail.

~Normal POV~

Crowley was beating me nonstop, about now I have a busted lip, black eye, broken nose with blood running down it..I probably even have a broken jaw. I heard my phone ring, but I had no clue where it was. I looked over to the table a few inches next to me and saw a phone light up, it was mine. Crowley went to go pick it up and see who it was.

“It’s Dean..Wonderful!” he yelled happily, answering the phone.

“Don’t you do anything dumb you son of a bitch!” you yelled, pulling, shaking..trying to get out of the chair but there was no way it was going to break.

“Hello Squirrel”

~TFW POV~

“Crowley?!” Dean yells with anger

“Ah yes, it’s me with your precious y/n.”

“Don’t you hurt her you son of a -” he didn’t even let him finish his sentence

“You should be polite to me if you want her to be safe. All she has to do is tell me where you guys are, and she’s free. You better hurry..you don’t have much time.” then the line went dead. Dean was furious, he threw books around and broke a wooden chair.

“Dean calm down! She’s a few miles away from us, we can save her!” Sam yells, closing the laptop.

“What is happening?” Cas asks, popping out of nowhere. Watching Dean throw books everywhere and breaking chairs.

“Crowley captured y/n” Sam said while walking past him to go get their hunting equipment incase anything went bad.

~Castiel POV~

I saw Dean throw books everywhere, shouting cusswords with anger, breaking chairs. I knew I had to come down and help, something was up. I asked Sam what was going on and he told me the few words I never wanted to hear. “Crowley captured y/n”.. My heart shattered. She could be dead, in pain..anything. I had to help, I had to do anything to help. She is my world, my best friend, my crush…maybe love. I don’t understand much of love, but if it s where you want to protect her all the time..keep her safe in my arms, cuddle her with my soft wings, and lay with her and not worry about anything then yes, I am in love.

~Normal POV~

“Tell me right now, where they are!” he yelled, punching me in the stomach.

“Damn it Crowley I’m not telling y-you!” I yelled, trying to hold back tears from the pain.

“Fine, we’ll just have to cut it out of you, wont we?” he said, pulling a knife out from his pocket. This wasn’t going to end well, I was praying in my head to ANY angel that they would hear me and come and help. Especially Cas. I needed him so much right now.  Crowley took the knife he had in his pocket and sliced it on my wrists, making me yelp in pain.

“You’re going to fucking kill me!” I yelled inbetween deep breaths.

“I don’t care. If I do I’ll find them another way.” He pulled out a bigger knife and stabbed it into your gut. “Maybe this will teach you a lesson, to always answer questions..if you even get out ali-” then I heard a door bang open. It was Sam and Dean, hopefully Cas too.

“Crowley you son of a bitch!” Dean yelled, running up to him and pushing him up against the wall with the blade against his neck, threatening him. Sam ran in with holy water and splashed it all over the demon, Damien that came running at him. Sam threw the water on him, making him drop to the floor in pain. He did an exorcism and before he knew it the demon got out of its “meat suit”. He ran over to you, and noticed I was running out of time. I was  bleeding out from your wrists and the wound on my stomach. He my your wrists carefully and feet then noticed another demon of Crowley’s coming so he went off and handled it.

“Cas! Go get y/n, I’ll handle the demons. Dean, hurry up with Crowley she doesn’t have much time!” Sam yelled, rushing and fighting with the demons.

“C-Cas..N-need..help!” I stuttered out, trying to save my breath. Not even a few seconds after Cas was by my side. He knelt down to my height and had fear in his eyes. I never seen him so terrified in my life. He put his cold hands on my bare stomach, making the wound sting but he had to do what he had to do. He tried to use his healing strength, but he barley had any. At least not enough to save you.

“Oh no! Sam, Dean I have no more healing strength!” he yelled, taking off his trench coat and shirt to use to handle the bleeding. He pressured his shirt on my stomach and sleeves of it on my wrists.

“Take her to the impala, I’ll handle Crowley” Dean yelled so Cas could hear him over all the insanity going on. Cas picked me up bridal style and ran with me in his arms out the door. I’ve dreamed of this moment for months..well not me dying, him carrying me like  princess. Like as if I was his princess.

We both arrived outside, he opened the car door and laid me gently in the back, wrapped in his shirt. His shirt always smelled really good, it smelled like cologne.. kind of like vanilla? as weird as it sounds. After he laid me in the back he sat in the passenger seat awkwardly. I figure it’s because he doesn’t want it to be awkward, us basically cuddling together in the back seat. I stopped him before he even could close the car door.

“Come back here..please?” I ask weakly

“Ar..are you sure?” he asks nervously

“Yes.. Cas please if I’m dying I at least want to die happy.” and that’s all it took for him to come back with me. He crawled in the back, closing the door on his way. I sat up so he could sit down and I could lay my head in his lap, hopefully he won’t mind. He sat down awkwardly and moved over so I’d have room to lay down. “Cas, can I lay my head on your lap?” it took him a few minutes to reply but then he finally moved over close to you, allowing me to rest my head on him. I laid my head down on his lap, he felt tensed up but after he realized it’s ok he relaxed and rested his hand on his shirt that’s covering my wound lightly so he wouldn’t hurt me. We laid in silence for about five minutes, nothing but the sounds of my tiny whines if I feel a random sharp pain and Dean screaming at Crowley. I started feeling tears run down my cheek and land on Cas’s lap. I tried to not make it noticeable that I was crying but of course Cas with his special angel powers he could read my emotions. He also saw the water stains on his jeans.

“Y/N, Why are you crying?” he asks, looking down at me with guilt in his eyes

“This can’t be it..my life..it can’t be ending alr-.” he didn’t even let me finish my sentence. “Don’t say that, you’re going to make it through this.” he said quietly and sighed.

“Cas, look at how everything’s going so far. I’m going to lose blood. I’m dying. This is the end.”

“You can’t think like that.”

“How else am I suppose to think!?” I said loudly. I didn’t mean to yell at him but it’s true, how else was I suppose to see things? I’m losing too much blood to the point I can barley bre-“ then everything went black. The last thing I heard was Cas, yelling my name has he noticed my eyes closing. He yelled for Dean and Sam, making them panic so they ran out of the building as fast as they could. They jumped into the car and sped to the hospital.

"Keep the pressure on the wound Cas, and keep checking for a heartbeat and breathing!” Dean yelled, twisting and turning the car, rushing to the hospital so you’d make it out alive.

~Cas POV~

Everything is falling apart. My best friend, my love is dying in my arms and I can’t do anything about it. I need her so much, she is what keeps me happy and if I lose her I have no clue what I will do. Why can’t I have the strength to save her?! I need her here with me.. I will pray to my father with all my breath if I have to. “Father, please don’t take her away from me.. I know  I have messed things up, I know I ruined everything but please.. She has so much ahead of her, I love her lord.” I pray in my head, I hope he hears me. Y/N stay with me, I love you.

~Normal POV and Time Travel to the hospital~

Cas carried you into the hospital while running as fast as he could. Dean and Sam ran also. They all finally arrived in and was ringing the bell repeatedly till someone came to the desk.

“Excuse me, can’t you wait a min-”

“SHE IS DYING, WE NEED HELP..NOW!” Dean yelled loudly, getting the whole rooms attention at you guys but you didn’t care. This was an emergency. The lady at the counter noticed your lips turning blue and chest not moving up and down.

“She needs help, now!” she yells, moving out of the way for the doctors to come and get you. About 5 doctors came and placed your body on a table with wheels, they nearly had to fight Cas to let you go.

“I have to come with her!” he yelled, holding onto your cold, lifeless hand.

“You can’t, we have to hurry she’s dying!” one of the doctors yell, pulling you away from him and running down the hall, closing the doors, leaving Cas, Sam and Dean in the waiting room.

An hour has passed and they still haven’t heard a word. Dean was pacing back and forth in front of Sam and Cas. Cas had his head in his hands, sighing and taking deep breaths..trying not to cry. Sam sat next to him and comforted him, rubbed his back and kept telling him positive things.

“You did a good job saving her Cas, she might make it out because of you.” Sam said quietly while patting Cas’s shoulder.

“She’s dying in there because of me, I couldn’t heal her.”

“Cas, you can’t think like that. You tried.” Sam sighed. A nurse came in and interrupted the conversation but it was alright, as long as it was good news.

“How is she doc?” Dean asks nervously

“She’s handling it. She’s in a coma, but she’s fighting. You all can come in now.” They walked down the hall and arrived to your room, room 234. They looked in the windows and saw your body laying on the bed. They walked in and tried so hard not to cry..seeing your what seems like lifeless body filled with tubes in your arms and in your nose broke their hearts.  There was three chairs for them to sit in. Dean and Sam sat next to each other on your right, and Cas was on your left..holding your hand and running his fingers through your hair.

“Do you think she will wake up?” Cas asks, trying to hold back the tears

“I’m sure she will Cas, she’s a fighter.” Dean said, giving him a comforting smile.

~Time Travel To Five Days Later~

You still haven’t woken up. The boys never left your side, they all slept in the chairs and only ate the crappy hospital food they had there. But today was different. Dean and Sam decided to go out and got fast food, leaving you and Cas to yourselves.

“Pl..Please wake up y/n..” Cas said quietly, rubbing his thumb over your hand.  "I need you so so much..pl..please..“ he started to get teary eyed. These past five days he hasn’t cried in front of the boys once, if he couldn’t hold it in he just ran into the bathroom or took a walk. 20 minutes past of being alone and he heard you moan and move your head. You were finally waking up.

"Y/N? Y/N are you awake?” he asked, starting to finally get hope. You slowly opened your eyes and saw your beautiful guardian angel next to you.

“Hiya Cas..” you say weakly, giving him a smirk. You saw the sparkle in his eyes come back, and his bright smile that could light up any dark room appear on his face.

“Y/N! Oh thank goodness you’re awake!” he yelled happily, giving you a tight hug. It hurt but at this point you didn’t care. You hugged him back just as tight and after a few minutes that seemed like forever he finally let go.

“Alright y/n, now that you’re awake I need to talk to you about something because I was so scared I’d never get the chance to.”

“Alright, what is it Cas?” I say, sitting up and taking his hand in mine. He looked nervous, but then also happy at the same time. He said the three words I thought he’d never say…

“I love you.” I couldn’t believe my ears, did he really just say that or am I still sleeping?

“E-Excuse me?” I ask, shocked as ever.

“I said I love you. I’m in love with you y/n. You’re my special little gift from my father, the lord and I am so thankful for you.”

“I love you too Cas, I always have..” I whispered, giving him the biggest smile ever, which he gave you the same back.

“May I kiss you?” he asks politely, now how could I say no to that?

“Yes you may” and thats all it took. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me hard, but softly also. He was gentle, which was one of the things I loved about him. After a minute or two of kissing passionately that felt like an eternity, he finally pulled away and we catched our breaths. He was as red as a tomato from blushing, but was also smiling. Of course I was doing the same, my face felt as hot as the sun so I’m sure I was blushing too..which who wouldn’t be?

“Does this mean we are together? Like a couple?” Cas asks, looking at you with a confused look,

“Only if you want to be..” I smile, knowing his answer already

“Of course” then he kissed me again. We spent the whole day cuddling, Sam and Dean we’re happy I was ok and we we’re all one big happy family again.

Glitter and Corduroy: A mix for friend love, romantic love, and all the hopelessly blurred lines in between. Listen to it now: [On 8tracks] [On Spotify]

(Cover art by the spectacularly talented ollystarlings.Thank you so much, Rosie! And very special thanks to culumacilinte for beta-listening and helping shape this. Without you, Cully, this mix would have a different ending.)

1. 2 Bodies 1 Heart - Noah and the Whale  2. Treehouse - I’m From Barcelona  3. I’ll Be Your Mirror - The Velvet Underground  4. You’re My Best Friend - Queen  5. Shelter Song - Temples  6. 5 Years Time - Noah and the Whale  7. Come A Little Closer - Cage The Elephant  8. When My Boy Walks Down The Street - The Magnetic Fields  9. Love -> A Building On Fire - Talking Heads  10. Golden Years - David Bowie  11. I Won’t Let You Down - OK Go  12. I Don’t Feel Like Dancin’ - Scissor Sisters  13. Flaws - Bastille  14. Toothpaste Kisses - The Maccabees  15. There’s Always Someone Cooler Than You - Ben Folds  16. My Beloved Monster - Eels  17. The Book Of Love - The Magnetic Fields

Shane dawson reading TABINOF

“Oew they have facts about them self:
Dan is 6.3f … Holy F*ck
Phil OHH is 6.3 too ..
How did that happened? How did they meet?

WERE THE BOTH WALKING DOWN THE STREET, ONE DAY AND BY LIKE:
*in a weird british accent:*
“Ah oh, your the same hight as me. We should be friends. Yes we should be friends.
And then they crapped hands and just walked of togheter.

I love that story”

Shane dawson - making fun of youtuber books 3

Welcome Back, Riley │ Part 9

Riley disappears the day after her high school graduation, five years ago. She didn’t keep in contact with anyone, but her family. What happens when she comes back to New York for a week? What happens when she comes face to face with the friends she left behind? When she left, she never made plans to look back at the life she left. She left it behind for a reason, but sometimes the past has a hard time staying there.

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“Where are we going?” I ask once we start walking down the street.

“To my place.”

We don’t say anything to each other as we walk. I was expecting a worst reaction from him. I’m still trying to pull myself together, and Lucas almost seems unfazed by it. Maybe it hasn’t completely sunk in yet.

As we get closer, I start to notice the street we are on. We keep walking and soon we are standing in front of the house I dreamt about living in with Lucas. The house that I thought would be perfect to live in when we decided to get married and start a family.

It’s a light blue town house with a white door. It has a small patio that I would picture myself sitting with a warm drink watching the rain. I’ve never been inside, but I peeked through the windows. It had a brick fireplace and a garden seat that was by the front window, so even if it was too cold to sit on the patio I could sit there and watch the rain. It was perfect.

“Lucas, what are we doing here?”

“Th-this is my house.”

“Why? Why would you do this? Why would you bring me here?”

“If I ever seen you again, I wanted to show you to know that I never gave up on you, on us.” I blink a couple of time to push the tears back that were forming in my eyes. “Do you want to come in?” I look up at him and then look back down before I nod my head. “C’mon.” He pulls me up the stairs leading to the front door.

He unlocks the door and walks inside, I hover by the front door a little longer before I follow him inside. I take a look around, and it’s almost like I pictured everything would be. It has a very homey feeling to it. My first instinct is to look around, but I don’t. I think he needs a chance to talk. It was mostly me telling him what happened, and I can feel a mixture of sadness and rage radiating off of Lucas.

I take a seat on the charcoal gray sectional. I expect him to take the spot next to me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he paces in front of me. “Say whatever it is that you’re thinking.” I play with my hands. “I know you must hate me right now.”

Lucas squats down in front of me. He takes my hand in his, “I could never hurt you. It’s the opposite of what I feel for you Riley,” tears start to build in my eyes. “But I’m mad right now. I’m furious!” he lets go of my hands and stands up.

“You disappear for years. Years, Riley! I have no idea where you went, but you write letters to my best friend! I thought the worst thing was you leaving, but you turn to someone that isn’t me. That’s one thing we have always prided ourselves on, is that we were able to talk to each other!” He takes a deep breath, “Now you tell me I had a daughter. A daughter I’ll never get to meet because you took that from me!” His tone sent a shiver down my spine. I look up and I see his glass over with tears. “We could have been a family.”

I shake my head, “No we couldn’t have been. She would have still gotten sick and she would have still died if I was here. I saved you from heart ache.”

“You think you saved me from heartache?! Riley, my heart has hurt every single day you have been gone,” he shouts.

“I’m sorry,” I say so I’m barely heard.

“I know you are,” he finally takes the seat next to me. “I want to be mad at you, Riley. I really do. I want to yell at you for keeping this from me. I want to yell at you for leaving,” he has tears in eyes that I can barely see through mine, “but honestly I’m just so happy that you are here. Right in front of me.”

He grabs my face in between his hands, “I can see you, and not in my dreams,” his green eyes look into my soul.

“I can touch you,” he wipes the tears with his thump and I do the same to him.

“I can easily kiss you,” he slowly moves his lips closer to mine. His lips are so close I can feel them lightly brush against mine.

“I don’t think we should,” I whisper, “I’m leaving tomorrow, Lucas.”

“So don’t go, stay with me.”

I look into his eyes, and I know he is serious. I want to stay, but I can’t. I just can’t. “Lucas, I-I-I can’t.” I feel his hand leave my face and watch as he drops his head in defeat. “I started a life there. I can’t just drop everything no matter how much I want to. Something will always drag me back there.”

“I understand,” he clears his throat to cover the cracks in his voice, “Just know, I’m not giving up on you Riley Matthews.”

Silence fills the room, before he speaks again.

“Riley, how did you cope with losing Hope?” he asks at a whisper I barely hear.

I cough to clear my throat, “I, uh, I started drinking heavily to numb myself. Something I’m not proud of.”

“I thought so.” I cock my head to the side as I look at him, “I see how much you drank tonight, but you weren’t drunk.”

I shrug my shoulders, “Oh. I guess I built up a tolerance.”

After that, we stay quiet for a while. Neither one of was uttering a single word, just enjoying each other’s presence. I missed being this close to him. I almost forgot the amount of comfort that overcomes me whenever he is in the same room as me.

When we finally decide to speak, it’s almost like our ability to talk to each other came back naturally. Yes, we’ve been talking all night, but this was different. This wasn’t me sharing things with him because I felt obligated to tell him. This was actually conversation.

We catch up on the last five years that we miss out on each other’s lives. He tells me about his late start to A&M and how he eventually transferred here to Cornell. He just told me he needed to be back home, but thanks to my dad I know the real reason. He tells me about his mom, Laura, and how she moved back to Texas when he went to A&M to stay close to him, but stayed to help Pappy Joe with the ranch.

When he tells me about his job that he has at a clinic here in New York, he talks about the many animals he helped. I can hear the passion in his voice. I see the smile that consumes his face when he talks opening his own practice. I’m just so proud that he did it. He became a veterinarian.

When it’s my turn, I try to be short with everything. He knows what he needed to know. I didn’t tell him about never finishing college. I made such a big deal out of it continuing your education after high school, I felt like a hypocrite for dropping out.

I tell him out my job, but I lie a little. I tell him that I work for a company, but my main job is making sure the website is always updated. At least he bought it, I’m guessing Farkle never told him about my website. I was a little disappointed. I’m surprised Farkle hasn’t figured out what my alias was. If he did, he would have found me by now.

He asks about my personal life, but all I tell him is that I don’t really have much of one because I drown myself in work. Which is true.

More silence fills the air, but it isn’t an uncomfortable silence. It was a nice silence. I was enjoying it, until he decided to talk.

“I know you don’t want to hear it, but talk to Maya,” I scoff. “Riley, she misses you. I know you miss her too. She beat herself up constantly for doing what she did. After prom, you completely shut us out.”

“You both hurt me! I felt betrayed Lucas.” I look down at my hands, “But the thing is Lucas, I forgave you the minute I got home and it terrified me. How could I forgive you after you let her kiss you!? It was simple. I’d do anything to have you in my life. If I would have stayed I would have acted like nothing had happened and it would have eaten at me.”

“You need to know why Maya did what she did.” I shake my head. “You do, Riley. It’s my turn to tell you something you deserve to know. You won’t like it, but you need to know,” he looks at me, but I avoid his gaze. “I need you to know.”

His phone starts to ring, “I have to take this, I’ll be right back.” I nod, and he walks into the next room.

How did I end up here? In Lucas’ house, a house that we talked about living in together. This was mine no, our dream home and here he is living in it alone. Hoping one day that I would come back. I don’t think I ever will though. This isn’t my home anymore. My home is Seattle. New York is just a place I grew up.

He walks in clearing his throat, “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay.”

He takes the seat right next to me. I can feel my heart racing. The reason Maya did what she did is going to be known to me. He takes a deep breath, “You remember when my dad left me and my mom in the beginning of senior year.” I nod, “Their marriage started to fall apart after Olivia died.” I see him choke back tears. “It was hard at first, you remember. I saw my mom struggling to pay bills. I told her I would get a job, but she said no. She wanted me to focus on school maintain my grades, so I wouldn’t lose my scholarship. I let her do it her way, until that February. I don’t know if you remember, but-“

I cut him off, “I remember. You were pulling away from everyone especially me. At least that’s what it felt like, it felt like I was losing you. I thought you were finally realized that I wasn’t good enough for you.”

“Riley, if anything you have always been too good for me.” He goes quiet for a minute, and I avoid his gaze.

He clears his throat, “My mom was behind on the mortgage. We were going to lose. I didn’t think it was a big deal at first. It was just me and my mom, so it made sense to move into a smaller house. It wasn’t the house that my mom was having a hard time leaving, it was the memories. The last memories with Olivia,” I see Lucas’ bottom lip quiver.

It’s instinctive to reach over and place a comforting hand on his knee, “You don’t have to tell me.”

“I do. I got into some pretty bad stuff. Some stuff that I wish I never gotten involved in, but I did.” He hesitates a little before continuing, “Do you remember prom night, how people kept coming up to me?” I nod, “They were coming to me for a reason.” He takes a deep breath, “I was dealing, Riley,” he avoids my eyes.

“What?”

“I was dealing. Pills, weed, and sometimes a little more hardcore drugs,” he turns to meets my eyes, but I look straight ahead. “I wasn’t thinking. All I was thinking at the time was saving the house. I couldn’t hear my mom cry herself to sleep every night anymore.”

“Why didn’t you just get a job? Wouldn’t that have been the logical thing to do.”

“You don’t think I know that,” he shouts and I shift uncomfortably, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” He takes a deep breath, “A part time job working a couple of hours after school wasn’t going to help. I just wanted to help my mom.” Silence. “I was doing that for a couple of months. I told myself once I helped my mom catch up with the mortgage I would get out, so at the beginning of May when that happened I was relieved. I told my supplier I was done, he didn’t really like that.” I see Lucas clench his fist, “Maya was coming over one day after school to help me with my art final, and uh when we got to my house the front door was open. My house was thrashed.”

I look at him, but he refuses to look at me. “When we got inside, I thought we were alone but we weren’t. I heard someone coming does the stairs, and I push Maya into a closet. I wasn’t going to let whoever did this get away.” I watch as he closes his eyes, “I should have known when I told him I wanted out that there was going to be trouble to follow. He slammed me against the door of the closet that Maya was in my neck,” he gulped. “He-he pulls out a gun, cocks it and puts it to my head and tells me I stop when he says I stop. I have never been that scared in my life.”

I can’t help the tears that form in my eyes. He clears his throat, “I wait a few minutes after he’s gone to get Maya out of the closet and tell her to leave, but you know Maya. She wasn’t going to go without an explanation. I tried to be lie, but she wasn’t believing any of it. I tried to be as vague as I could, but she wanted to truth. So I told her parts, that I was dealing and I was getting out and the person that was there was just a misunderstanding. I promised her I was getting out, but-“

I cut him off, “You didn’t, did you? That’s why she did what she did, isn’t it?”

He nods, “On prom night, I was in the hallway with some of our classmates at the time. Maya saw what I was doing. She didn’t understand that I didn’t have a choice.” I hear the agitation grow in his voice, “I had to put my life on hold. I couldn’t even go straight to college because I had to find a way out of the mess I got myself involved in.”

“You could have told me; you know?”

He scoffs, “I couldn’t. I didn’t want you to think any less of me. I did it to help my mom, not because I wanted to.” He locks eyes with me, “I really didn’t want to, Riley.”

There’s a knock on the front door. He hesitates to get up for a second, “Don’t be mad.”

“Why would I be mad?”

He walks to the front door and my heart starts to fasten. Why would I be mad?

“Where is she?” I hear a voice calling from the front door and I immediately tense up. I don’t look in the direction. I didn’t want anyone, especially her to see me in such an emotional state.

The sound of footsteps starts to fill my eyes as they get closer, “You heard what I had to say, now I think it’s time for you to listen to what Maya has wanted to tell you for five years.”

3/15/15

I sit here listening to Warrior as tears are unstoppable at this point. I remember when stories would get leaked, pictures would be taken and I always said a little prayer to myself saying “God, please don’t let this break her.” Years later I know no matter what bullshit story gets written or what photos get taken nothing can break her. She’s too strong and she’s completely unstoppable. I can tell you first hand if you need someone, reach out. No matter if it’s your mom, your best friend or a person walking down the street. Know you’re worth every inch of you. It all comes down to the choices you make and the people you surround yourself with. Find the balance. It can make you the happiest person in the world.