LOOK-AT-THAT-HEARTBREAK

Can we take a moment to appreciate how well done this scene was. The music was somber and beautiful, and the colors complimented the mood wonderfully. It was truly emotional.

I mean look at

How powerful

How heartbreaking this is

Seriously, look at her face

And tell me you did not cry

When her last shred of hope had been crushed

Masterlist

Warnings: * means includes smut

Stiles Stilinski:

A World I Wouldn’t Want To Live In // Soulmate AU *

Mischief and Babygirl *

I’ll Keep You Safe // AU * (collab with @sarcasticallystilinski)

When I Was Your Man *

Echo House *

Not a Threat // Stydia Imagine 

Series:

1. Friends With Benefits 

Series Masterlist

Part One (I Don’t See Why Not) *

Part Two (Guilty Pleasures) **

Part Three (The Flick Of A Switch) *

Part Four (The Unthinkable Truth) *

Part Five (Risk and Reward?)

Part Six (Million Reasons)

Epilogue **

2. Somebody Else (collab with @sarcasticallystilinski)

Series Masterlist

Prologue 

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four *

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven 

Part Eight *

3. The Color Of My World (Soulmate AU)

Series Masterlist

Part One (The Color Of My World)

Part Two (Midnight Memories)

Part Three (Pounding Heartbeats) *

Part Four (Feel Real) **

Part Five (Another Heartbeat) **

Part Six (The Weight) *

Part Seven (The Night We Met) 

Part Eight (Fragments) *

Part Nine (The New Color Of My World)

4. In My Veins (Goodbye Beacon Hills)

Part One *

Part Two *

Part Three *

5. Never Fall For The Fuckboy

Series Masterlist

Part One (Stiles Stilinski Is Comin’ To Town)

Part Two (Have Yourself A Merry Little Frat Party)

Part Three (It’s The Most Confusing Time Of The Year)

Part Four (Melody, Did You Know?)

Part Five (Deck The Halls With Boughs Of Jealousy) *

Part Six (It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Heartbreak)

Part Seven (All I Want For Christmas Is The Truth) *


Dylan O’Brien:

Fire and Ice *

Stoned On You *** (collab with @stilinski-jpeg)

Play Me *

The Danger Of Red Lips ***

I’m Not His, I’m Yours *

Best. Birthday. Ever. * (collab with @mf-despair-queen)

Wedding Night *

Filling The Void *

New On Set 

Series: 

1. Misguided Texts

Part One *

Part Two *


Thomas:

Behind Closed Doors **


Mitch Rapp:

Beauty and The Assassin **

Yes, Sir * (collab with @stilinski-jpeg)

Caught In The Crossfire **

Series:

1. The Preacher’s Daughter

Series Masterlist

Part One (One Of Those Nights) *

Part Two (About Last Night) **

Part Three (Exposure) **

Part Four (Dark Star) *

Part Five (Everything Has A Price) *

Part Six (The Price Of Everything) *

Part Seven (Angel With A Shotgun)


Some of these imagines were written when I was first starting out as a writer, so they may not be the absolute best. But, either way, I hope you enjoy them. 

Originally posted by stvlinski

I would just like to emphasize - especially after watching the proshot - the fact that Anthony Rosenthal is TWELVE YEARS OLD.
He is such a phenomenal actor! His expressions were always so perfect - just the right mixture of noticeable and comical without being so “cutesy” or exaggerated. Even when he wasn’t singing and the camera would pan ban to him, he /never broke character./
And during Father to Son!!!! How was he able to look so authentic in his heartbreak and anger??? And esp during act 1, he played the wild child so well without being annoying and his voice is so soothing and he articulates his words so very well even during the fast parts where he has to almost blurr his words together.
AND DURING CANCELLING THE BAR MITZVAH AND ANOTHER MIRACLE OF JUDAISM, WHEN HE LOOKED ON THE VERGE OF TEARS HOW DOES A LITTLE KID DO THAT??? And my favorite part of him: His nervousness during Jason’s Bar Mitzvah. Like g o d, punch me in the face
Anthony played Jason’s immaturity and anger and devastation and denial /so/ well.
And he is /twelve years old./ Jesus, watching the proshot, I feel like one more Falsettos actor was robbed at the Tony’s than you think.

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#all the emotions in their eyes #simon was kidnapped, abused, then killed and turned into something he never wanted to become #something that is damned in his own religion #raphael witnessing all the pain and self-hatred he also went through decades ago #pain #so much pain

anonymous asked:

Hello! I do not know if it's open or not (If not, sorry >w<) Can I ask for some HC for RFA + Saeran MC gets drunk and they try something like kissing / etc as always and she walks away and says something like '' I have a boyfriend / husband and I love him ''

Hahahahaha yesssss

 (i had to skip a few requests because unlike last time i was not feelin writing straight-up smut on public transport LOL)

YOOSUNG:

  • The two of you had been at a house party
  • Not your usual scene, but your friends had convinced you two to go out
  • Yoosung, as the designated driver, was sober
  • But you were SMASHED
  • After dropping everyone else off you finally get home to your shared apartment, and you collapse down onto the couch, the world still spinning around you
  • You’re gone to the point that you don’t actually know where you are, and it’ll be a hell of an experience once morning comes
  • Yoosung sits down next to you, hooking an arm around you
  • You stiffen at the contact, as in your mind you’re still at the party
  • “Babe, I’m so tired~~”
  • Yoosung leans over to kiss you lazily, but you push him away as much as you can in your state
  • “mmmnO NOOO”
  • “What? What’s wrong?”
  • Yoosung looks genuinely hurt, but you don’t even really notice
  • “NOO I CANT” You try and sit up, but close your eyes when your head spins again
  • “I can’t, I have a boyfriend… mmmNooo go away I love my boyfriend”
  • Yoosung laughs, but he is actually very touched by your drunken honesty
  • He touches your cheek gently
  • “Babe, it’s me, I’m your boyfriend”
  • “nnnNNNooo, he’s a good boy”
  • “It’s me, it’s Yoosung!”
  • You eventually squint at him hard enough to recognize him
  • “Yoosung?? I thought you weren’t drinking!”
  • Yoosung prepares to explain, but glances you over again and thinks better of it
  • “But I’m here! Can I have my kiss now?”
  • You screw your eyes shut and pucker your lips, and he leans down to peck you lightly

ZEN:

  • You two had gone out for beer
  • And your prideful and competitive ass had challenged Zen to a drinking contest
  • And lost badly
  • He carries you back to the apartment
  • and although he hears you mumbling something into his chest he can’t make out the words
  • Once you get back he lays you down gently on the couch and lies down next to you for cuddles
  • You’re still mumbling something drunkenly, and he lifts himself up to look at you
  • Your face is buried into the cushions, and he turns you onto your side
  • “C’mon babe, make sure you can breathe”
  • He leans down to kiss you, but once his lips connect with yours he feels your arms weakly pushing him away
  • He pulls away from you, confused, and heart breaking a little
  • And what you’re mumbling suddenly becomes a little clearer
  • “N-nooooo, p-please don’t….”
  • Zen scrambles off the couch
  • “What’s wrong, babe?”
  • Your eyes struggle to focus on him, although he is but a fuzzy outline to you
  • “Please don’t… I can’t… I love my… boyfriend so… much, I can’t hurt… him like this….”
  • Zen can’t help laughing, resting his forehead on your stomach from where he sits on the floor
  • “It’s all right, princess. I understand.”
  • He leaves and comes back with a glass of water and a blanket, and tucks you in for the night
  • Although he spends the night on the floor and doesn’t leave your side for the remainder of the night

 

707:

  • You two had been drinking at home
  • Or rather, you had- since Seven’s drink of choice is Dr. Pepper
  • As it were, you grievously overestimated your sobriety level, and an hour after your drinking spree you’re feeling the effects much more heavily than was expected
  • Seven has a grand old time watching you drunkenly maneuver the bunker
  • He watches without comment as you attempt to carry a conversation with Robo-Cat
  • And hastily drags you away when you start to mess with Robo-Dog
  • And waits until you’ve tired yourself out, curled up on the floor
  • “Agent 606! Wake up, Agent 606! Super duper emergency!”
  • You sit up to the best of your ability, the word “emergency” triggering some kind of primal response in your mind
  • “Whu—Emergency….”
  • “Agent 707 has not received his daily seven-hundred-and-seven kisses! He can’t go to sleep without them!”
  • Seven goes in to kiss you, but in your state of mind you push him away in confusion
  • “Nooo…. I can only give the seven hundred seven kisses to… to my… my Saeyoung…”
  • Seven keeps up the act, but on the inside he’s taken a Cupid’s arrow to the chest
  • “Oh! You’ve caught me, Agent 606! ‘Twas I, the nefarious 706! Lemme dial Agent 707~”
  • You are not amused as he makes various “beep boop” noises into a pretend “phone”
  • “I don’t want 707. I want my…. My husband Saeyoung…”
  • Seven has to stop himself from squealing or just crying on the spot
  • But he sits down in front of you and takes your hands in his
  • “Okay, baby. I’m here. Can I have my goodnight kisses now?”

JUMIN:

  • Your nightly wine sessions were certainly a routine

  • But Jumin had a long day at work, and he was compelled to open another bottle

  • Which had led to your current situation, in which you were more of a lightweight than either of you had thought

  • You’re having trouble remembering your own name, and Jumin had placed your head in his lap as he now runs his fingers through your hair, listening to you ramble drunkenly

  • He can’t make heads or tails of what you’re actually saying, but you’re obviously very invested in it

  • He watches your brows furrow slightly, like they do when you’re talking about something very passionately

  • And as the sound of your voice fades to join the distant buzz from the wine he finds himself focusing on your lips

  • Without thinking, and a little inebriated himself, he leans down to kiss you

  • Before recoiling from a sharp sting on his cheek, as you slap him across the face

  • He looks back down at you in a mixture of shock and slight indignation

  • And he’s not usually one to swear, but there are few substitutions of the same caliber as:

  • “What the fuck?”

  • “Please, I’m married… I c… can’t do this to my husband, I –hic- love him so much…”

  • There’s a moment of stunned silence before Jumin bursts out laughing

  • “Remind me to never let you drink this much again, missy.”

 

SAERAN:

  • Saeran’s not one for social drinking, so shots at home are usually the plan for evening entertainment
  • It’s well-known that you’re a bit of a lightweight, but you push yourself just a little too far this time
  • But Saeran isn’t exactly sober either, and the night is mostly spent on the couch recovering
  • You’re in his arms for a long time
  • Long enough for you to forget where exactly you are
  • After a long period of silence Saeran finally speaks, his voice gruff and his chest rumbling against you
  • “God, sometimes I forget how sexy you are when you’re drunk.”
  • You stiffen at the comment, but Saeran doesn’t seem to notice
  • Instead he tilts your chin up towards him with his finger, and captures your lips in his
  • A protest rises up in your throat, and you push him away
  • Words somehow find their way through your hazy mental state-
  • “No please, I can’t cheat on my boyfriend like this…”
  • Saeran goes stiff as a board, looking at you with heartbreak in his eyes
  • “Boyfriend?”
  • “Yes, I love him so much, I can’t do this…”
  • Saeran can’t decide if he’s angry or hurt, but before he can reach a conclusion the sound of the fridge door closing shakes you both out of your moment
  • Seven glares at the both of you, holding a can of Dr. Pepper from the fridge
  • “Would you both sober up? She’s talking about you, dumbass.”
  • As Saeran realizes what had happened he holds you tighter, and you can’t tell if his shaking is from laughter or from tears
  • “Oh my fucking god, don’t scare me like that.”
I will never forget the day I met the boy who stole my heart, he looked like a heartbreaker, the one to leave a girl completely weak at the knees. He was gorgeous, I was immediately mesmerized by his dangerous eyes. He had a smile that I simply couldn’t ignore. He just looked like someone who had his life all together, like he knew where he wanted to go and needed to be. I became fascinated with a boy whom I didn’t even know the name of but something about him made me become insanely attached. He was a mystery, an exciting adventure, interesting and intimidating. I soon learned that he didn’t have it all together and he was heartbroken rather than being the heartbreaker. He had a lot of love inside of him that he was willing to give to the right girl and I spent nights wishing upon every star, that I would be the girl he chose and the girl he loved
—  Tenari Ioapo
Expecting?

Expecting?
[Christian. When were you ready to expect?]

“Which one am I supposed to buy?” Christian grumbled into his phone in English, taking salvation in hoping that the old ahjussi working couldn’t understand him. There was nothing more embarrassing than standing in a convenient store in the middle of the night looking at the various pregnancy test.

“I don’t fucking know Christian” you groaned pacing back and forth in your living room. “I haven’t done this before-just get all of them.”

“All? There’s like thirty different brands. Have you lost your mind?”

“Yes Christian. Yes I have because SOMEBODY may have gotten me pregnant.”

“Chill. I got this” he sighed looking at the shelves “…Hmmm this should be fine right?” He shrugged, grabbing the more inexpensive of the brands and shoving it in the bottom of his basket. There was no way in hell he was going to leave this convenient store with only a pregnancy test in his basket. He grabbed chips, cookies, and drinks. Anything that’ll prolong the clerk from getting to the pregnancy test. “Babe, you want anythin?”

“Yes I want to not be pregnant”

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Things We Wish We Could Change

Originally posted by jaded4fox

Request:  Hi could I request a batsis story? She is Bruce’s biological child but she didn’t become a vigilante so they tend to ignore her (not on purpose but they’re always busy with a case). She goes away for university and when none of them show up to her graduation she decides to cut ties with them.  After a few years (maybe 3 or 4) she gets married to a wealthy businessman and they had a kid(s) together. The batfam didn’t realize that she cut ties with them because of all their cases they thought that she was still at school, when they realize that they haven’t seen her in a while they try to find her. The end is up to you.

Pairing:  Batfam x reader, Ryan(oc)x reader

Summary: You are the forgot Wayne. Forgotten not on my by the public but your own family as well. If you aren’t worth remembering to them then they aren’t worth it to you.

Words Count: 2,750 My longest fic to date!

Genre: Angst

Notes:  So I’ve seen a few fics with a request a lot like this, so if this fic is too much like a fic you have written please tell me and I will take it down. I don’t want to take any credit away from any other amazing author.

The reader in this is a little older than Jason

~REQUESTS ARE OPEN~



“Alfred, when will daddy be home?” 5 year old you asks as the old butler tucks you into your bed.

Alfred’s face falls a bit, but it doesn’t last as he saves face and gives you a reassuring smile.

“You must be mistaken, your father is home mistress (y/n).”

“Then why don’t I see him ever? Why doesn’t he tell me goodnight?” you ask curiously. Back then you were just innocent and naive, you didn’t know why your father was never around, why you weren’t aloud to go into his library, what the big bangs coming from below the house were. You couldn’t explain to your teachers why you never saw your daddy for more than an hour a week if you were lucky or why your butler came to your open houses not your father.  You couldn’t explain why the other boy that lived in the house treated you like you had the black plague.

You see Alfred become physically defeated, “I’m sorry mistress, there are some things even this wise old man doesn’t know.”

You are let down by the answer but you didn’t let Alfred see it.

“It’s OK Alife! no one could know everything” you stress in your little childlike way.

Alfred smiles, “Goodnight (y/n).”

“Goodnight!”

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