hates house at the end of the street

Dally Imagine: I win

anonymous asked: could you write an imagine where soda and dallas both like the same girl and she chooses dallas in the end knowing that he may not be the best choice but he’s what she wants thanks!

A/N: Sorry for the somewhat long break! Didn’t mean to stop uploading! School is stressful!

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    You walked down the street heading to the Curtis house. You were close with the gang and loved to hang out with them. Ever since about two days ago, Dally and Sodapop have taken a liking in you. As much as you loved both of them, you had to choose someday. That day had arrived. You hated watching them fight, especially over you.

“Hey, Y/N!” Sodapop said as you stepped into the house. Shoot, the whole gang was there.

“Hey Soda, what’s up?” You asked.

“Nothing, I w-,” He was cut off by Dally.

“Hey, Doll. Want to catch a movie later?’

“Hey?!?” Sodapop yelled, “Can’t you see I was just going to ask her?” He looked at Dally.

“Yeah, that’s why I asked her first, dummy,” Dally answered.

“Ya know what I think?” Sodapop said, “Let Y/N decide who she wants to date and we’ll see you gets to take her on a date and be her boyfriend,” Everybody just stopped and stared at you.

“What do you think, doll?” Dally asked looking at you.

“Um, okay. I pick…,” Soda and Dally both looked at you and you knew who to pick,”Dally,”  you finally finished. Dal was a player and you knew he wasn’t the best choice but you didn’t care. You loved how charming he was and how he would care for you, he was different with you than any other broad. Dally leaned and kissed you ever so gently on the lips and hugged you tightly to his chest. 

Then, he whispered in your ear, “You’re different, Y/N. I won’t let you go like any other broad. I promise.” You wrapped your arms around him and snuggled into his chest while he kissed the top of your head and just looked at Soda who was on the couch next to a laughing Steve.

Animal Crackers// Kunpimook Bhuwakul

Originally posted by krystuan

Pairing: Bamabam x reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: @myfuckingheroes asked: we are in the Bambam trash can together, Sara haha so yeah, here you have me making a bambam scenario request once again in which youre in a drugstore or convenience shop at night and because you are not wearing your glasses/lenses you see everything blurred so you ask this one guy (that ends up being him) to help you find your medicine/stuff and he ends up walking you home or smth (i hope im not bothering you but your writing is really good and im full of ideas/know lots of aus haha ^^’)

Author’s note:The amount of times that this has happened to me is really uncanny. I’m constantly breaking my glasses or losing my contacts in public and have ended up having to ask a random stranger to read prices for me and walking home basically gripping onto house walls to try and stay out of the streets. I hate being as blind as a bat

xoxo Sara


“Ah, where are they…” you mumble softly, squinting your eyes as you looked through the shelves to find your favorite snack.

Usually, you would be able to find them no problem, grabbing the icing glazed animal crackers and walking out of the store, eating them on the way home. But on the way to the corner store by your home, you had turned too quickly to the left, causing your glasses to fly off of your face as they were too lose, and to on going traffic.You groaned softly, not even bothered by it anymore as it ALWAYS happens.

You felt in between the shelves, practically pressed against them as you felt a hand press against yours. You quickly pulled away, blushing as you squinted your eyes at the person the hand belonged to.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, a fuzzy smile on his face as he watched you squint.

“no no, it’s fine,” you said, “I literally didn’t see you there.”

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Sebastian got Ciel a dog as an early Christmas present. As they were walking though the streets, they passed by a pet store and Ciel immediately fell in love with the puppy on display. Sebastian saw him so enraptured by the dog that, as much as he hated the idea of having to stand a canine around their house, he ended up buying it for his Little Lord.

Sandra Bland

Brought up Sandra Bland to my dad this morning just to pick his brain about the situation. The conversation turned into him warning me about the all white town I live in, about how the kkk use to march down these very streets not even 50 yrs ago and that these people never went away, about no matter how much of a good person I am, these people will still HATE me.

The conversation itself hurts. I grew up very fortunate with both parents who busted their ass to get master degrees to end up managers in their corporate jobs, with a nice house, nice cars, what all looks to be the perfect life to the average black person but in reality they still aren’t shit to white America. These people don’t care how much money you have, or what you have! Every black person well off or not is still just one paycheck away from being back down to nothing.

And I don’t say this to offend anyone, but it is what it is. When people start to state things like this we start to get offended, we don’t want to hear the truth. But when I see a black women being MURDERED from what started off as a traffic ticket I’m am truly scared! THAT COULD’VE BEEN ME! like I don’t think y'all understand. It’s a war going on outside and all we’re talking about is celebrity news that’s not doing shit for us. I usually don’t speak out about things like this but enough is enough.

I’m a 21 year old black female, and what happened to Sandra Bland could easily happen to me, it’s time to wake up and stop acting like life is perfect.

Standing With The Devil

***You and the Nogitsune are reeking havoc on Beacon Hills***

Part 1  Part 2

You asked for it, now you gotta live with it. If you just imagined it, it wouldn’t have had to go down like this. 

WARNINGS- LOTS OF DEATH, EXTREME AMOUNTS OF DEATH.

Fire rises either side of you as you walk of the burning building. Hate and destruction the only things on your mind. You’ll tear this whole town apart. The Nogitsune smiles proudly at your work. Scott’s house is in flames. 

“What’s next?” You ask. You already destroyed the houses of every other pack member. You were hungry for destruction, never have you had a need as strong as this one.

“Now we wait.” He explains. He wears Stiles’ face but he couldn’t be more different to Stiles. Stiles was weak. Weaker than he thought you were. You turn and look down the end of the street. They’re here.

“(y/n)?” Lydia yells. Scott doesn’t say anything, his eyes glued to what’s about to become a pile of ash. 

“Hiya.” You give Lydia a flirty little wave. The pack looks from Void Stiles to you and back again.

“Whatever you’ve done to her, stop it.” Kira demands.

“Oh please, I can make my own decisions.” You scoff.

“You’re doing this on purpose?” Scott questions finally turning away from his house. The blaze from the fire makes the night look eerie.

“I’m not as weak as you think I am, Scott.” You laugh, it’s sick and spiteful.

“My dad…” Allison’s eyes started tearing up and you throw her a condescending look of pity.

“If it makes you feel any better, his last words were ‘I love you Allison’. Well, that is if you don’t count the screaming.” You explain. The Nogitsune watches the whole exchange with an amused expression. Allison knocks an arrow and points it right at your heart. 

“You’re a pathetic excuse for a human being, you know that?” There’s that word again. Pathetic. You’re anger is inconceivable. You are by her by her so fast that she doesn’t get a chance to release her arrow. Your knife slides in through her sternum and out of her back. Her expression bemused.

“And those will be your last words. You should know, Allison, it’s not  very nice to call people names.” You whisper into her ear as you pull out the knife. Lydia screams, her death omen a little too late. Scott rushes to her side and the others look at you like they’ve never seen you before. 

It’s at that moment, Kira’s mom shows up with the Oni. I look to the Nogitsune and he smiles. We’d collected her last tail before we went on our little spree. He shows it to Mrs. Yukimura and wordlessly breaks it. The reinforcements are here. 

“Kill them.” He orders. You and the Oni obey. 

Lydia was the next to fall. Now her red hair hair wasn’t the only red thing fanning out around her head. One of the Oni had taken out Aiden, who was promptly followed my Ethan. Together forever, you mused. You and two Oni took down Derek, he fought to the very end, that one. Kira’s mom tried her hardest but she and her daughter were killed by her own pawns. Last but not least, Scott. He was still holding Allison. Cold, dead Allison. He looked up at you, tears in his eyes.

“Why?” He sobbed.

“I’m not weak. Look how quickly you and your friends fall but see me? I’m going to keep going. You won’t be able to call me weak again.” You explained. His expression showed a tinge of confusion but still was widely encased with grief.

“We never called you weak.” He mumbled and the Oni silence his lies with a wound similar to Allison’s.

You turned to the Nogitsune. He clapped your performance.

“Where do we go now?” You ask.

“I don’t know where I’ll go but you? You’ll go to prison.” He smiles.

“What?” You ask.

“You have something of mine.” You start coughing and choking. A little fly comes out and flies straight to the Nogitsune. Immediately, your feelings of hate fizzle. You look around and grief wells inside you, like nothing you’ve felt before.

“Never trust a fox.” The Nogitsune winks before disappearing into thin air.

And you’re left in the middle of the street, by a burning house and surrounded by friends you just murdered.

Into your arms

melodymelblack

It had been years since they had part, but for what reason? He didn’t even remember. He still did have a lot of contact with Michael, in fact, he was his best friend. But so he knew the stories would end up with Melody. How he met a girl who lived on the streets. How she had dragged him down into the life of drugs and alcohol, killing. How he just gladly went along with it, until they now got a house, yet he still was a wasted drunk head, using drugs from time to time and beer, it was something he drank all day long. He knew Melody did hate him, for not waiting for her, for using his powers in the wrong way and how he was fucking himself up. How she saw through the girl, what he didn’t want to see.

“I don’t know.. I’m pretty safe. She can’t get kids either way.” Evan told Michael as he took a sip of his beer. Little he asked himself what he was even doing, throwing his life away, literally. “I don’t know even. I wish sometimes I was just mortal and able to die.”