i made this to look at garrets back

Imagine: Being an assassin but falling in love with Brett. You tell Violet to back off and not kill him but she doesn't listen to you. You have no choice but to save to guy you were assigned to get close to because you love him. {PART ONE}

The crowd let out loud gasps as Liam and Brett collided with each other and fell down. I couldn’t hear much because of everyone else, but if I could I would. If your wondering what I am, it’s called a phoenix. I’m an assassin, not because I need the money, just to protect the people I love.

The McCall Pack and me are close, including Brett. Garret and Violet, the orphans who attended Beacon Hills High a few weeks ago are targeting them. If I’m there to stop, or kill, it doesn’t matter what to protect them I would.

I was assigned by group to protect and get close to the McCall Pack. Liam Dunbar, Scott McCall’s newly turned beta has a past with Brett Talbot, as do I. I used to attend Devenford Prep but transferred out to be homeschooled by my group. 

If your wondering what a group is, it’s basically a pack of phoenixes. There isn’t many in the world, but it’s me, my father, brother and mother. Along with the oldest phoenixes in the world, Ashen. He’s around the age four-hundred, but looks forty. {I made all this up. I don’t know shit about phoenixes. Oops.}

Garret and Violet are out for the whole McCall pack, and Brett. I heard them say so, but lied and told them some fake story about them killing my family and I wanted revenge. Which is total bullshit but they believed it. Although I don’t think they’ll back down.

Which is why I brought weapons. Not too noticeable ones, just a gun hidden in my boot and a dagger. I didn’t use wolfsbane or anything because I don’t kill supernatural creatures, like at all. The only people I would kill is Garret or Violet because that was my assignment. To not let anything kill them or harm them.

Looking to the two boys that were on the field, I saw that Brett was being carried by two guys into the locker rooms. Looking towards Garret, he was still on the field so he wouldn’t do anything. Looking for Violet, I realized I couldn’t find her.

I swear to god.

Looking at Garret one more time, I found him already looking at me with fear in his eyes. Giving him my famous murderous glare, I stood up abruptly and made my way inside. Ignoring Garret calling my name.

“Because you’re worth a lot of money, Brett.” Was all I heard from Violet before I entered the locker room in complete silence.

I saw Violet put her necklace around Brett’s neck, before she started squeezing. I tried not to yell and attack her right then and there.

I pulled out the gun in my boot, and aimed it at her head, walking closer. “Pull away and leave him alone, Violet.” I snarled, taking out the safety lock.

She instantly froze, and dropped the necklace very much knowing that I would pull the trigger.

“I know you told us to stay away from him but… he’s worth a lot of money.” She said, trying to convince me to stay on her side and not blow her brains out.

“I don’t care.” I growled, not dropping the gun but managing to pin her against the wall by her neck, the gun now pointing directly to her brain.

“Ho-how do y-you have a g-gun? A-assassins aren’t supposed t-to have o-one.” Violet managed to speak out. Brett wasn’t passed out, so he gasped.

“You’re-you’re an assassin?” Brett’s face screamed hurt and betrayal. “You don’t understand. When your better I’ll explain, Bre. I promise.” I nodded at him before turning back to Violet, my eyes narrowing.

“So, you actually thought you could kill the guy I love without me finding out?” I growled, my eyes turning the golden color.

“You’re-you’re eyes.” Violet gasped.

“Yeah. It’s called being a phoenix. Now shut it, because if your precious Ken doesn’t come I’ll kill you.” 

“Y/N put her down, please. Killing isn’t the option.” Scott’s voice echoed throughout the locker room.

Part two comes out soon.

Request: Can you write a Liam imagine where he gets angry because the reader was talking to another guy, then Liam try’s to hit the guy, but I pull Liam back and calm him down? Thank you😘💕

A/N: I was sent this request like a month ago, so I hope you enjoy, and sorry for the long wait! :) 

[P.S. it might seem like a Garret imagine at first, but I swear it’s not haha, and sorry if it’s a little cheesy, I tried my best to not make it that way]

Warnings: douche-bag Garret, him not listening when you tell him to “stop” (nothing graphic)

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 | Jealousy - Liam Dunbar |

Liam had a history of being overly protective of what wasn’t exactly his. He was new at the whole beta thing and didn’t properly know how to control his anger, nor jealousy. And because of the dead pool list, and the fact that both your name’s were printed on it, Liam made it his mission to protect you at all cost. 

You and Garret had been friends for years, he was always a person you could go to when you needed help or something to talk to. Once you both entered high school, his feelings seemed to grow for you while yours stayed the same. It was undoubtedly easy to tell he had a thing for you, but you trained yourself to ignore it as you only wanted to be friends. 

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Guardian Angel AU, where Hannibal and Will are guardian angels whose paths cross on occasion and who have different approaches when it comes to their charges.

edit; I wrote this months ago and don’t know what to do with it, but I like it.


“Our duty,” Will started, half hearted at best. This was an admonishment he’d given Hannibal a dozen times already. Year after year. The same speech that they’d all received long ago. It was ingrained in him, but the words seemed to have become hollow and scraped clean of any real meaning. 

Hannibal, though, had all his attention squarely on Will as if what Will had to say wasn’t the same old tired thing he’d heard already. No mind to his charge dead on the ground or Will’s own charge shaking in the corner, hands smeared red. Gulping down air through her sobs. The knife slipped from her grip and dropped to the floor. 

The only sign Hannibal was aware of all this was when he lifted his wings to avoid the blood from staining the tips of his feathers. They were large for an angel and bright and shined in rebellion against the horrors still echoing around them.

Will tugged himself away and glared at the center of Hannibal’s chest.

“We’re meant to do good.” Will said, instead. Dropping the repetitive blessings and sacreds. “To be good.”

“Happiness is not so simple, Will.” Hannibal stepped over Garret Jacob Hobbs. Will’s wings fluttered as he came closer. A reaction that made Hannibal smile. Will stubbornly stilled himself. “Humans crave acceptance.”

“They crave to live.”

“What is life without being understood?”

Will sputtered. He wasn’t used to being like this–flustered and heated with spice that made his tongue want to lash out, to wrangle and grab hold, but Hannibal inspired this in him more often now. Passion, Hannibal had explained once. Will had ignored him and flown away. Ashamed.

“How can you say that? You’re meant to love them, and you–you–” Will stopped and rubbed at his eyes. He looked at Abigail. At her dead mother. Her father’s eyes twitched, though his heartbeat had long since stopped. 

“I do love them.” Hannibal looked back at Garret Jacob Hobbs and then at Abigail. “He found happiness in the end. He was seen for who he was.”

“He was rejected.” Will said. He bit the words out. ”Killed.”

“A risk one must take in life.” Hannibal turned to look at Will slowly. Collected as always. Not a twitch from his wings or a feather out of place. “He died being seen for who he truly was. It’s a need every creature has.”

Will shook his head. He went to Abigail and placed his hand on her head. She slumped against the wall, asleep. 

“She didn’t deserve this.” Will said. He stared at the tears clinging to her lashes. He felt them well up in his own eyes. He wiped them away with the back of his hand, aware Hannibal was watching him.

Hannibal crouched next to her, peering at her chest. Looking at her soul, Will realized and wanted to push him away. It wasn’t theirs to look at.

“She’ll live.” Hannibal smiled up at Will. It was a horribly kind smile. “Is your outburst because she almost died or because she hadn’t killed him sooner?“

Will clenched his fists. The heat blistered and bubbled inside of him.”You wound him up and let him loose.”

“I let him live the way he was meant to.” Hannibal said. He brushed Abigail’s hair behind her ear, wiping one of her tears that had fallen on her ashen cheek away with his thumb. “Shackling them would be crueler than death.”

“I can’t believe that.”

“The trouble is, Will, that you can.”

Every ounce of heat left him and a chill filled his veins with pointed ice, cutting his nerves with the sharp pain of failed evasion. He trembled and thought about flying away.  He couldn’t look at Hannibal. Or Abigail. He looked instead at the spattered blood on the walls. 

He could hear the incoming wails of the reapers. 

"You should leave." 

Hannibal didn’t move for a long moment. He carefully stepped away from Abigail and over the pool of blood. 

He turned back to Will. "Your humanity is unique for our kind, Will. Don’t be ashamed of it.” He spread his wings as much as he could in the small kitchen and then he was gone.

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After taking a picture with Garret, he told me he needed to have a talk with me, grabbed my hand and pulled me aside and asked me to have a seat. The conversation we had I will never forget. “I know life sucks. And it hurts. But, You’re beautiful. You have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. And you have a great fashion sense, because your hair is pretty bad ass. You don’t need to do this. You’re dying already, you’re a flower. And someone has pulled you from the earth. That’s what birth is. And every one of these you make, you’re pulling a petal off. I never want to see these on you again. you’re beautiful and one day you’ll be able to have this conversation with someone else."He told me his experience and his story and struggles. He is my idol, and has survived through so much hell, and is still one of the most amazing people I have ever met. After He hugged me as I cried. And made me promise him that he’ll never see scars on my arms again.

The second time meeting him (last one) ; it started with me getting in line 3 hours before the doors were going to be opened. I was in the front and so excited to meet my hero once again. I look through the glass doors and see Garret, setting up his Merch table! Immediately I waved to him and fought back tears. He ended up coming outside and saying "it feels weird just waving and not coming out to say hello” I gave him a drawing and letter I had made for him and he took a picture with it and I. Not only on my phone but on his as well. He had to go to finish setting up, and i finally let the walls break and cried for a good 10 minutes. I knew I had broken my promise to him. And it killed me. After the doors were open he was still at his merch table so I asked him to sign a poster I brought and then my boyfriend and is tickets. I said I’m sorry for bothering you so much and he said “no don’t be sorry, you’re not.” During the color morales whole set I cried. From when they began setting up to when they said their goodbyes and walked off stage. I couldn’t even stay for the headlining band. I had to go to the lobby and compose myself. There I stood in line for what seemed like forever to talk to and take a picture with Garret. I was finally going to apologize for breaking my promise to him.

When It was my turn he smiled as I’d already gotten a picture and talked to him two times before that day, and I said “I just wanted another picture and maybe a hug im sorry” and he said “don’t be sorry!” As I hugged him I cried and apologized over and over. And he asked me why I was sorry. I said, “at warped tour I promised you I wouldn’t harm myself anymore. I failed you.” And he spoke to me again. “Did I ask you to be perfect? No. You don’t have to be perfect. You’re going to fall sometimes and it’s okay. You have to take this negative energy and turn it into something creative, instead of using it against yourself. I turned all my negatives into a positive and that positive is the color moral. I made my happiness with my best friends. I don’t know what you do, your talent or if you want to be in a band. But you can overcome this with your creativity. Find what speaks to you. Try please not to harm yourself anymore. Create something with it. Make your struggles a positive. I know it’s hard but you can do it.” After we let go of the hug and I began to walk away, I heard Garret tell me to wait, I turned back around and he handed me a know hope anchor sticker and said “put this somewhere that you’ll be able to see this every day, and be reminded that you’re not alone.”

I cannot wait to meet him yet again, soon at his first headlining tour.

I don’t think Garret will ever see this. But if you do, thank you so much. You’ve saved my life. And kept me going and fighting. You’ve inspired me to help every single person that I can and get the chance to. I love you. Thank you again for everything. Not just for what you did for me, but what you do for hundreds around the world. 

Dancing with the Devil Once Again

Fic Request: Missing scene from 4x04. Lydia is watching everyone at the party to make sure nothing happens, but then she runs into Garrett and his girlfriend, and they realize she is on the list. They try to kill her but someone saves her *hinthint about who*

Rating: T

Genre: Action: Missing Scene

Author: thegirlallison

Author’s Note: I actually enjoyed writing this, I’m not sure how well it turned out but you can be the judge of that. Its kind of short so sorry about that but otherwise hope you like it!

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I met Garret Rapp of The Color Morale on June 15 at the Dallas Warped Tour. (I also met Devin King and I submitted that story I think). Anyway, The Color Morale has been my favorite band since earlier 2014 when their song “Strange Comfort” came on and distracted me enough to stop going through with a suicide attempt and have since helped me recover from self harm.

Their set being later in the day and living in Texas I was very sunburnt, and very exhausted. I managed to get a spot by the barricade and when they started to play it was the best time of my life. The second to last song the guy who was in front of the barricade told me I should get out, that I looked like I was about to faint. As he was lifting me out of the crowd Rapp tried to hand me his water bottle.

After the set Rapp goes to the tent to meet and talk with people, so I went to go meet one of the people who helped save my life. I was so out of it I couldn’t really talk, but I asked him to write the lyric “I’m lost with no motivation to find my way back”. I also gave him a painting I made for the band. After that I went to the medic tent. 

Building "Buddies" – Gally

Request: A Gally imagine? You and Gally have a love and hate relationship and he’s very strict about you being a builder bc you’re becoming weak and blurts out a hurtful insult at you so you isolate yourself from everyone but Gally does clumsy stuff to make you smile and he wins you back?

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You were busy working on some repairs for the Homestead. You were a Builder, and one of the finest in the Glade, if you did say so yourself. But it had a few down-puts. Most of the other Builders didn’t think you could handle it, and were constantly annoying you or trying to distract you while you worked. Out of all of them, however, Gally was the worst. 

Since he was the Keeper, he was the one getting you to do what he needed. It was like you were his own personal building assistant. With the other Builders, he was pretty lenient, but with you, everything had to be done exactly how he wanted it to be done. 

You had your moments, where everything was okay between you and you two were almost friends. But for a majority of the time, he was a slinthead. 

Speaking of which, while you were working on the Homestead, he took it upon himself to check on you every thirty seconds. He walked past you for the fourth time in the last five minutes. 

“What?” you asked him, dropping your wooden mallet onto the floor and turning around to look at him. He had his arms crossed over his chest and a stern expression, the one he usually used when he looked at you. 

“You’re not doing that right,” he said bluntly. 

You sighed. “What am I doing wrong this time?” you said with a hint of sarcasm. 

“The nails are going in at the wrong angle. They won’t hold if you do it like that.”

“Really?” you said with the most disbelief you could muster into one word. It was your turn to cross your arms. “You’re going at me because the nails aren’t in at the right angle? For shuck sake, Gally.”

“Well they’re not being done properly. You’re not strong enough to do it right,” he said stubbornly. He shifted his weight on his feet. “And that’s Captain Gally to you, shuck-face.”

You stood up and looked him dead in the eye, anger seething from your every being. He was never like this to any of the other Builders, or any other Glader in general. What made him think he could treat you like klunk and get away with it?

“How strong do you have to be to hammer a shuck nail? AndI’ll call you Captain Gally when pigs fly.”

He huffed out a small, sarcastic laugh, and rolled his eyes. “What if I toss you off the look-out point and we see if they do? You look enough like one for it.”

Everyone who’d been listening to your argument stopped and stared wide-eyed at Gally. He seemed to notice what he’d said as well, his eyes widening in shock of his own words. 

He was going to say something, but you’d already turned around and walked away. You stomped off into the Deadheads, trying to ignore the hurt you felt in your chest. 

He shouldn’t be able to affect you like that. He shouldn’t get to you. Why did you have to let him hurt you like that? He said you looked like a pig, and if any other Glader had said it, you wouldn’t have cared one bit. But for some reason, it really did hurt when Gally insulted you like that. 

You went over to one of the largest trees in the Deadheads, and sat down under it so that you were leaning against the trunk. You were towards the middle of the woods, so there wasn’t much of a chance of anyone finding you straight away. Not that they really cared, probably. 

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It seemed you were right about them not caring, because you stayed there in the Deadheads for a good two hours while the sun went down. You knew you were going to have to come out at some point. But you were too stubborn for it to be anytime soon. 

“Y/N? Y/N!” someone yelled from further over in the woods. You couldn’t see them, but you could hear their feet crunching against the leaves and branches, and you could recognise his voice. 

Gally was the last person you wanted to see at that moment, let alone talk to. He was probably only looking for you to tell you to stop being a baby and get back to work anyway, so you didn’t answer him. 

It didn’t seem to matter that you hadn’t, because a few minutes later, he pushed through the bushes and tree branches and found you sitting there. He was dishevelled and messy-looking, like he had just ran a mile through the Maze with Grievers on his tail. 

Upon seeing you, his eyes lit up. “Y/N!” he walked over to you and bent kneeled down to your level, resting his elbows on his knees. “Have you been out here all afternoon?” he asked. 

“What do you care?” you grumbled angrily. He winced slightly, which made you feel bad but also gave you a certain sense of satisfaction; knowing you had the ability to hurt him as well.

“Look, you know I didn’t mean what I said back there. I was just angry is all,” he said with a softer voice. 

“And why were you angry? Why are you always picking on me?” you asked him, raising your voice to contrast his lowered one. 

“Oh, I don’t know!” he said even louder, obviously getting frustrated again. “Maybe because Andy and Garret were staring at your butt the entire time you were working!”

Your initial feeling was to be shocked by the fact he was so effected by two guys staring at your butt. Then you were angry that they had even been staring at your butt. Then you almost found his reaction funny. But you concealed all of your reactions and only gave him a blank stare.

“That’s no excuse,” you said dryly. 

“C'mon, Y/N,” he said in a melodramatically whiny voice, “I’m sorry.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and looked away, staring off at some random tree in the distance, hoping at the same time that Gally would stay and that he would leave you alone. 

“Please,” he said, poking your cheek. You glanced at him, but didn’t say anything. “Pleeeaassee,” he whined. Then he poked your side. You squirmed, since you were admittedly incredibly ticklish. 

A small smirk came over Gally’s face, and he poked you again. Then again, then again. “Gally, stop,” you said, slapping his finger away.

He didn’t stop, just kept poking you in the ribs, until you were trying to force the smile to stay hidden. It was no use, and in a matter of seconds he was leaning over you as you fell onto your back, laughing uncontrollably. 

You rolled from side to side, trying to shake him off you while he tickled you mercilessly. Eventually, he stopped, and you opened your eyes, which’d been squeezed tight while he was tickling you. You noticed your position under him. 

He was holding himself up over you, and you were lying under him. You couldn’t help but think of how awkward it would be if someone walked in on you two right at that moment. But at the same time, you didn’t care one bit. 

Gally stared at you for a few moments, then, without hesitation, leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to you lips. He smiled once you did. “Am I forgiven?” he asked quietly. 

You nodded your head and rolled your eyes, not bothering to hide the smile on your face. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

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i hope this was ok???? ily thx bye

*Requests are open*

~Caitlin