i made this to look at garrets back

Killer Couple

 WARNING-Murder and violence against a man and a woman are in this imagine. Along with some other sensitive content is discussed in this imagine, proceed with caution. Thank you!

“Oh cmon y/n you two together are absolutely killer cute!” I chuckled as Eric wrapped his arm around my shoulder pulling me closer to him. Eric and I had been together for a little over one year. We met by complete accident, through my brother Dylan. He had Eric and Nate over while our parents were out of town, that is where it all started. Eric was given the cash by Nate to go out and buy more cheap drinks, I thought maybe Eric wasn’t really fit to drive. So I offered to drive and he could go in and negotiate with the cashier/good friend. He slurred out a chuckle and “I think I can drive better drunk than you sober hun.” I grimaced at him and walked up to jerk the keys out of his hand, he tugged his arm away from my grasp and held the keys above his head. This prompted my shouting fit for Dylan and Nate, as soon as I began to shout he began to shush me. He got closer and closer until finally he mashed his lips against mine in a sloppy attempt of a kiss. We held that pose until Dylan and Nate both appeared and began to shout. Eric pulled away with a smirk as Nate held Dylan away from Eric while I giggled like a giddy school girl. This prompted Dylan to begin shouting obscenities like “GET THAT GODDAMN SMIRK OFF YOUR FACE REB! SHE IS A DAMN SOPHOMORE!!” 

With that Eric and I became closer and closer, Dylan hated it but eventually got used to it. He would always check up on the both of us, making sure Eric was treating me well. It always made me smile when Dylan would mumble “How are you…two doin?” It was a little cute how much he cared about the both of us. Of course some people were not exactly “supportive” of our relationship. Columbine was a shit place to be to begin with, but when you were on the lower end of the food chain it was survival of the richest. If you weren’t dumb, a jock, a bimbo, or rich you were total shit in the eyes of everyone else. We were the underdogs, Me, Nate, Brooks, Dyl, Eric, Brandi, Robyn, and Chris. Dylan didn’t really intentionally drag me into the “trench coat mafia” it just kinda happened when Eric and I got together. A large part of me loved the fact that we were the underdogs, but I also want to be accepted. I hate when they pick at us for being together, they always call me the “cover up” or my personal favorite “the crazy dyke bitch.” How can I accomplish being a dyke while I have a boyfriend? 

“Y/n am I walking you home?” Eric whispered into my ear as I lay my head on his chest during free hour. “Yeah, you’re still grounded from the firework stunt?” He laughed as he looked over to Dylan, I could feel his smirk “Yep, no car for at least another couple days babe.” He rubbed my back as we sat together, not even attempting to hide our relationship. We all lived outside town, well only one of us didn’t and that was Brooks. “Cmon up with you baby, you have 1 more class then home.” I groaned not moving from his warm welcoming body, he was always so warm. “I don’t wanna go babe.” I whined as I moved to face him. He smiled down at me as I stretched out like some sort of cat, this caused him to chuckle. “Kiss me harris.”I demanded and with that he blushed and leaned down and pressed his soft lips against mine. “Guy’s cmon I am right fuckin here. Have some shame!” Dylan joked as Eric pulled “Your sister makes me lose all shame V, sorry.” I laughed as Eric pulled a sly grin making Dylan scoff as he pulled himself off the bleachers to go into AP Calc. “It’s just gym, just say you feel sick and sit out baby.” Eric groaned as he kissed my forehead. “You know that isn’t the problem reb.” He nodded as I leaned up and watched him gather his stuff, “I’ll wait outside the west downstairs exit, okay baby?” I nodded and stood up to give him a hug as everyone piled into the gym. “I love you hun.” He wrapped his arms tight around my waist and gave me a sloppy kiss on the neck “Just think about that until we get to your place, Loves baby.” With that he jogged down the stairs and suddenly as he reached the bottom turning back to wink and do that god forsaken lip bite. I raised my eyebrow as he smiled and turned away just as the warning bell began to ring. 

I tapped my foot as I stood waiting outside West downstairs exit, then I saw Dylan running towards me with a panicked face. “Y/n it’s Eric, h-he’s fighting Garret fuckin Walker.” My jaw hit the sidewalk as Dylan Grabbed my wrist and tugged me to the smoker’s pit. I ran faster than I ever have, pushing past countless people to see Eric laying on the ground. I jumped between them without thinking and caught Garret’s fist to the side of my head. I was only out for a couple seconds because when I came to Eric was hovering over me with only rage behind his eyes. I could still hear voices around us mumbling in shock, “I’ll kill him.” was the only words falling from Eric’s mouth. “You o-okay babe?” I asked still setting up in the dirt with a grin, he smirked “Am I okay, you caught a fist to the fuckin temple.” I chuckled and looked at the crowd around us. “Y’all got a fucking problem? Get the fuck outta my face.” I boomed as Eric stood above me sneering at the cluster of shit heads around us. He lowered his hand to me as an offering of help up. “Thanks babe.” I said as I took his hand, he pulled me up and dusted my back off. I saw Dyl leaning against the pole with a smile, I flipped him the bird. “Hey hey, you saved Eric’s fuckin nose from that whopper of a punch.” I chuckled and looked at Eric as he looked down at the ground with a frown. “Go on home Dyl, I gotta talk to Reb.” He tossed his hand up and I smiled waving him away. 

“Are you for real y/n?” Eric asked as I looked around the parking lot “Yeah it’s possible, everyone is cleared out and it would only take a second.” Eric started walking to the north entrance and I followed in suit. We pushed past the big metal doors and looked around, way too obviously nervous. He headed up stairs as I followed behind like a good little soldier. We said nothing until we reached the main office doors. He looked at me as he pushed the door open to an empty dark office. He smiled at me and walked over to the desk and sat in the swivel chair. Waking up the old computer as he tapped his feet nervously “I’ll stand watch outside the door, write it down on a sticky note and keep the pen.” I said kissing him roughly and sauntering out the door. Only 8 minutes later he came out and grabbed me by the arm pulling me into his arms kissing me roughly “You’re so hot, you know that?” I smiled as he ran his thumb over my cheek. “Let’s fucking go baby.” I whispered as I looked in his eyes with a sort of lust that isn’t describable with words.

Eric paced back in fourth as we stood in Garret’s back yard. “We are gonna walk in, I am gonna knock the absolute fuck out of him and we leave. Simple as that hun.” Eric shook his head and stopped “That’s too easy to actually work y/n.” I grunted and stood up off the swing in frustration “Fine, I’ll go by my damn self.” I stood up and made for the back door, Eric didn’t say anything most likely out of shock. I flung open the door, knowing full well his parents were gone and his room was upstairs. I made my way up the stairs quietly and paused at the last door on the right. I took a deep breath and opened the door, he was setting on his bed.

 “Hey honey.”I said with a smile. His mouth was open as I walked over to him and straddled his hips, “You’re one hell of a man baby.” I whispered into his ear and begin to kiss his sickly salty neck. He groaned and mumbled something like “Mhm why are you here?” I giggled and kissed on his neck, “Just for this babe.” I stabbed my knife into his fucking gut, twisting it as he coughed. I couldn’t help but smile as I yanked it out and pulled myself off his lap. He fell forward busting his face on the floor, then made quick work of this and flipped him on his back so he could look up at me. I sat on his hips yet again and looked into his shock and pain filled eyes. “You should never hit a lady Garret.” I said with a small smirk and with that I drug my knife across his throat stopping right below his block chin. Slowly I began to push it into his neck, and it was much easier than I thought it would be. He began to sputter as his mouth filled with blood. I smiled as I let the knife stick out of his neck, I pulled away to gently caress his cheek as the life drained from his big brown eyes. He lay there as I hummed “Ring of fire” by Johnny Cash. I pulled the knife out with a odd squelishing sound, and stood up stuffing the knife in my pocket. I turned to the door to see a petrified Eric. “W-what have you done y/n?”

Hope you guys enjoyed! If you have any requests or comments feel free to send them my way-Erica<3

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. 

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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.