my-life-is-now-ruined

Whisper to a Scream

I have no request for this but it’s an idea that popped into my head. 

Warning for violence. 



“Good morning, Sunshine,” Jughead murmured into Betty’s ear, placing a light kiss on her temple. He handed her a to-go cup filled with coffee, just as he had every morning since they started dating.

“Good morning,” Betty smiled. She closed her locker and held her textbook under her elbow. “Where’s your darling roommate?” She quipped. Jughead and Archie always showed up together.

Jughead shrugged as he sipped on his own coffee, his book-bag slung over his shoulder. “He said something about Veronica wanting to show him something before class, so they’re probably in the janitor’s closet making out.” 

Betty burst out laughing. They turned away from the bank of lockers and started towards their first class.

“Did you finish the History essay? Archie’s light was out pretty early last night.” 

Jughead readjusted the strap on his shoulder. “Yeah, I finished it in the kitchen, Archie passed out and was snoring, so I let him get his beauty sleep.” Jughead quipped as they entered the classroom. 

Archie and Veronica rushed in behind them, just as the teacher started her lesson.

When their first class was over, Betty, Jughead, Archie, Veronica and Kevin all had a free period. Because it was raining heavily, they decided to go to the library.

Archie sat at a round table near a bank of windows and opened a notebook. He started to scribble down song lyrics. Jughead looked through the bookshelves and found The Killer Book of Serial Killers to pass the time. Betty did trigonometry homework, as did Kevin. Veronica read Romeo and Juliet for English.

They weren’t allowed to play music in the Library for the consideration of those studying; all you could hear were pencils scratching paper and keyboards clacking. 

That’s when they heard it - Betty looked up from her textbook in confusion; Jughead knew exactly what it was and it made his blood run cold.

“Was that…?” Kevin whispered.

Another shot rang in the hall, louder this time, closer.

Students started scrambling around them - books and papers went flying, chairs toppled over, some students around them ran for the shelves in the back of the Library. 

Jughead pulled Betty off her chair and shoved her under the table they were sitting at. “Everybody get under the table!” He hissed to his friends.

Chairs toppled over above them. Veronica and Kevin scrambled under the table next to them. 

This is a code red - repeat, this is a code red.” A voice read over the PA system.

“Archie!” Jughead hissed.

Archie slowly knelt down. “Jug, I think we should move something in front of the library doors.” His hands were shaking.

Another bang. This time there was screaming. 

“Okay,” Jughead murmured. He crawled out from under the table. 

“Don’t,” Betty whispered. A single tear rolled down her cheek - she swiped it away furiously.

Jughead squeezed Betty’s hand quickly. “I’ll be right back, I promise.”  

Betty watched Archie and Jughead sprint away from them quickly. She had Kevin and Veronica on either side of her. Kevin was biting his lip so hard, blood had formed. Veronica was rolling her pearls between her fingers.

A single tear rolled down Betty’s cheek. She slowly started counting in her mind. Was she waiting for the next gunshot, or for Jughead and Archie to come back to the table?

Another scream in the hallway.

Betty made it to twenty-one in her mind when she heard muffled footsteps. She opened her eyes to see two pairs of shoes - she knew they belonged to Jughead and Archie.

They both scrambled under the table - Jughead wrapped his arms as best he could around Betty. “Shh,” He whispered in her ear. “It’s okay.”

“D-did you see anything?” Veronica whispered.

“No,” said Archie, his voice breaking.

Betty squeezed Jughead’s forearm. She could feel her nails breaking his skin, but she couldn’t move.

Jughead’s breath caught in his voice as they heard a fresh round of shots followed by a blood curdling scream. The room was silent when they heard the library door handle jiggle.

Veronica sucked in a breath as they heard thuds against the door. They grew louder and louder until they heard the door crack open.

Kevin was taking shallow breaths. He slowly placed his hand over Veronica’s.

“Come out, come out wherever you are.” A haunting voice called out.

Betty gripped Jughead’s arm tighter, fresh tears welling in her eyes.

“I said come out!” The voice yelled angrily, knocking a stack of books over.

Veronica shook next to Betty. Betty closed her eyes, trying to control her breathing.

“Chuck?” A voice squeaked above their table. It sounded like Ethel Muggs. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Back the fuck up, Ethel.”

Footsteps. Betty squeezed Jughead’s arm tighter. He gently brushed his thumb across Betty’s hand. He hoped she couldn’t tell he was shaking.

The smell of urine filled Betty’s nostrils. She didn’t know where it was coming from.

“Have you seen that little bitch? I know you have.” Chuck hissed at Ethel. “Where is she?” Footsteps as he moved closer.

Ethel screamed, but no shots went off. It sounded like she was gasping for air. 

Betty turned slowly to look at Jughead - even making the smallest of movements terrified her. Jughead’s eyes were red rimmed, but she saw no tears. His face was hardened. 

Ethel’s body dropped to the floor in front of them - her hands were clasped around her throat; she was gasping for air.

Betty choked back a sob. She released Jughead’s forearm, barely noticing the bloody marks she left behind, only to grasp his hand instead. 

“C’mon bitch I know you’re in here!” Chuck yelled again as he flipped a desk on the other side of the room. 

A fresh round of shots went off. They heard someone gasp.

“I love you,” Jughead whispered in Betty’s ear. He slipped his hand out of her grasp.

Before Betty could fathom what was happening, Jughead crept out from under the table.

“Chuck, stop this.” Jughead said, voice unwavering.

“Ha,” Chuck spat. “I should’ve known if I was looking for Betty, her little bitch would show up instead.”

Betty’s blood ran cold.

“Why are you looking for Betty?” Jughead asked. “She’s never done anything to you.”

Betty felt a warm hand cup her palm. Veronica squeezed weakly.

Chuck laughed coldly. “Never done anything to me? She almost drowned me. She got me kicked off the football team. She got me suspended. She ruined my life! So now, I’m going to ruin hers.”

“I can’t let you do that,” Jughead said firmly.

Betty peered under the table to see if she could see anything. Two pairs of feet, inches apart. Books all over the floor. Tables flipped over. Chairs pushed aside. There were two students across the room, hiding under a table. She couldn’t tell who they were.

Ethel was lying on the ground, in front of the table Betty was hiding under. She was facing away from them, breathing shallowly.

“Yeah?” Chuck said menacingly. “And what are you going to do about it? You’re what, 120 pounds? You need to step the fuck back and tell your girl to get out here. I’ve got a gun, remember?”

Betty heard the sound of the gun cocking. She wimpered audibly.

“You want her, you’re going to have to get through me.” 

Betty saw the feet step even closer together. 

“That won’t be a problem.” 

The sound of the gun firing ripped Betty through her core.

“Jug!” She screamed. The force felt like her throat was exploding.

“Found her,” Chuck murmured. She heard footsteps.

There was a sudden flurry of movement as Chuck turned towards their table. People in masks and suits tased Chuck and tackled him to the ground.

After what seemed like an eternity, they cuffed him and lead him away. Betty crawled out from under the table and over to where Jughead was laying on the ground. He was bleeding profusely.

“Jughead,” Betty murmured, tears streaming down her face. She placed both hands over his wound. “Jughead, please, open your eyes.” She hiccuped.

Officers rushed over to them. Sobs were wracking Betty’s body. 

“Jughead don’t leave me. I’ll be lost without you,” She whispered, cupping her hands over his wound. Blood was still rushing out of him. His breathing was shallow.

“We need to move him, Miss, and you need to come with us.” Someone pulled her up by her underarms. 

“Betty,” Veronica sobbed as they were rushed away from the scene. 

“I can’t leave him,” Betty whimpered brokenly. ”Please.”


A/N: So, I only made Chuck the gunman because the only person he was the only person I could think of, other than Jughead, that would have a motive.

The White Queen

olicity || ao3 || mature || angst || 1682 || more fics

summary: How do you break a man that is already so very broken? You break the love of his life, of course. (prompt by @chlodeckers )
a/n: [rubs my hands together evilly] So, I might have taken this prompt to an even dark place than originally intended, but… that’s just the kind of person I am. I hope y’all enjoy it anyway. 

warnings: depictions of violence & torture (altho i tried not to be too graphic)


Felicity had been working endlessly for the last two weeks. She was using every spare minute she had to look for Oliver, which wasn’t many. Helix had her working overtime to make up for the resources she was using. It felt like she was never going to get the chance to really look for Oliver and it was driving her crazy. She knew that signing on to Helix was like signing her soul away. It might look like she was stupid for joining them, but she knew that they had what she needed to find Oliver. And that was the most important thing.

She was just so tired now. Emotionally and physically drained. The thought that she might not find him, might not to get to tell him that she loves him, it haunted her every moment. She couldn’t even remember the last time that she actually slept past a few minutes of dozing at her desk. Not that she could seriously entertain the idea of sleeping while Oliver was missing.

At nearly four in the morning, she left Helix’s home base to go back to the bunker. She hadn’t been in the loft for awhile. It didn’t feel right. It hadn’t felt right since she and Oliver had broken up, but now there was something so cold and empty about their once home. She didn’t care that the bunker was destroyed either. It did hurt to see the place trashed. It’d happened before, but this time it was by Oliver’s hands. The pain and anger he must have felt at the time was enough to make her chest ache.

As she reached her car, she fumbled with her keys. She probably shouldn’t have been driving, but she couldn’t very well sleep in the car. The keys slipped out of her hands and on to the ground.

“Fuck,” she muttered.

Before she even got the chance to bend down and pick them up, she felt a sharp pain in her back. It made her gasp and fall forward onto the car.

“What the hell…” she reached behind her and grabbed onto what felt like one of Oliver’s tranquilizers.

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rik mayall looks: rating my not-husband’s different eras (10/10)

baby rik/fuzzy rik - barbara first fell in love with rik from this era and i can def. see why. a cutie patootie baby that you also want to have their babies. 10/10

secret and rare longhair college rik - *fanning myself like an old southern lady in church*. i mean it’s blurry but it’s hotter than sasquatch at least. 10/10

‘Wick’ from The Young Ones - Punk-rock pigtails are definitely a thing now. Super cute spotty acne. Hair doesn’t look as red as usual but maybe that’s because I’m comparing it to Vyvvyan’s super-red tri-hawk. Either way, anarchic and v. cute. Great look for bringing down the fascist pigs. 8.5/10

mid-80s super close head shave - um??? love you but kinda glad this look didn’t last very long. this look is for dudes with weird natural hair not guys with genetic ginger perfection. recognize your brilliance. 6.8/10

colin from bad news - hair (obvious wig) gets darker and curlier over time and i definitely approve. also i guarantee 100% that barbara did his makeup and it’s absolutely gorgeous. and the 80s heavy metal fashion sells this piece. 9.5/10

alan b’stard in the new statesman - finally took my advice n grew his real hair out. gave it curls which i 100% approve. alan is a real b’stard in this show but this super sexy look was a standout. also rik’s a super good actor. go see it. 9/10

Flashheart in WWI - in rik’s own words: ‘so sex’. loved talking about flashheart because it was the sexiest he ever felt on screen and he was stealing the show by being really really funny. also in his own words: ‘i am a living penis!’ 14/10

official 80s Rik look - jESUS. this is goals. also this era produced that one over dramatic but still sexy photo of him in the shower that i will never get over. 10/10

(ok what the heck here it is. and for the record this = 100000000/10)


beardy rik 1st iteration - OH. MY. GOD. I have a crush all over again. 16/10

Travellers’ Cheques/Lemmy tribute - mucho desperado. what. a. babe. 15/10

this effing music video look nobody expected - ARE YOU SERIOUS??? OK I GUESS MY LIFE IS RUINED NOW. 250000/10


the unbridled perfection that is the Rik Mayall Presents era of looks: okay let’s go into each of these in detail.

#1 - this is my favorite RMP episode and rik is brilliant in it. also this gave us a taste of how Grey Fox era Rik would look like down the road. wouldn’t be fully realized until Jonathan Creek in 1998 and we’ll get to that later. but damn. 9.6/10

#2 - this would go on to become the official 90s Rik look, so i should give them the same rating. plus this episode is creepy and hot. 10/10

#3 - Dad (in glasses) Rik. I don’t use the acronym DILF often. and I still won’t. but just know that that applies here. 9.7/10

#4 - beard rik iteration 2. rik hated growing beards and only ever did it for acting purposes. plus dirty old town wasn’t the best. but this look is amazing. it bugs me that this is my least favorite episode but has the most gorgeous look. 26/10


official 90s rik look - bit more pudge and bit more lines on face. still f*cking hot. embraced his dad side and talked about his family more in interviews, and wore a lot more dad clothes like jumpers and sweaters. also in the late 90s after his death gave him a new lease on life, was more carefree in interviews and never stopped talking. also flirted up a storm with everyone. one of my favorites. 10/10

the ‘jesus look’/Merlin the Return - i’m still not over this look. I will never be over this look. this is art, this is f*cking beautiful. this is what white jesus wishes he was like. also actual brown jesus probably approves up in heaven. infinity/10

the mavis davis era/blond i guess? - a series of messed up studio mandated dye jobs that combined into this color. rik hated it. he made jokes about himself in interviews of the time but was obviously very insecure about it. can’t hate on it too much since it wasn’t his choice, but yeah, not the best color combo. but he’s still able to pull it off by being his charming as hell self, and it later faded. 8/10

the grey-age begins - like 90s only getting noticeably more grey. obviously rik didn’t want his hair dyed after mavis davis debacle and that was a good choice. also became his look for the 2000s as well after he grew it out from being short, or vice versa. i don’t know the timelines. but ihe and ade both looked great in the late 90s during the guest house paradiso times. 10/10

Jonathan Creek - The look that shook the world by revealing that Rik had gone full grey for realsies. this ain’t the young ones anymore guys, grey fox rik is here to stay. this was also the first project he took on after his death on the quad bike and recovery in the hospital. so f*cking brave and it gets extra points. 22/10

grey fox rik - was around for most of the mid 2000s and featured prominently in quality programs such as All About George, Violent Nation. slightly more dad-ish and still punk and very very cute. lots of great interviews from this time. 10/10

the silverage begins/Believe Nothing - this probably was before short grey fox timeline wise, but there was already silver and white under the grey in those so i will counting this as the first time we see silver, even though he’s still vaguely ginger most of the time. he’s gorgeous either way and i love this show. 10.5/10

wut - wut. yeah this was a bit of a weird choice. skunkbeard no go. he got rid of it soon after his one episode and went back to his good beard record. 6.7/10

sideswept disheveled thing I didn’t even know about until i started looking at more pictures for this whole project - i fucking love this. no censors. 15/10

bombadier - beer commercials and rik with beards are like macaroni n cheese pizza: two things too good for this world. also rik’s new whiteage underneath the silver means there’s going to be a new rik era very soon. stay tuned. 9.8/10

official dad rik in Man Down - full beardy rik look #3, this time grown to make him look 20 years older since he’s late 50s and playing greg davies’ 70 year old pop pop. next to 6′7 greg he’s an adorable dwarf dad. he also gets to indulge in more dad fashion, while still being punk rock and saying ‘comrade’. also like JC this is the first time we see a new era of all-white hair rik, and it’s so cool. 10/10

unfortunately the last days of rik - full white hair, sans beard, jean jackets and shorts and his life is buying lil sudoku books from stores and sleeping on trains. has fully embraced his old dad status and loves it. can still be suave as f*ck in a blue and white suit though (in his last film Der Ontsnapping in Holland). Despite his big personality he still was facing a lot of medical problems including epilepsy and the other repercussions of his head injury. died way too soon and we still will miss him always. it was personally one of the worst times of my life. infinity/10

hey guys j ust letting you know grant george, english va of shinjiro has actually  voice acted for several hentais under a fucking pseudonym and i just learned this. my life is ruined now

You Deserve

Originally posted by holdmettightbts

Part 2 | Part 3

Hoseok x Reader Angst?

Word Count: 4.9k

(A/n): The longest shit I’ve ever written in my life lmao. Based on Save Me (BTS) and Because I’m a Girl (KISS). 

You should also listen to Because You Loved Me by Celine Dion ‘cause I used that song as well. Hope you like it though ^^ 

Also there may or may not be like one sentence hinting suicidal thoughts, so watch out for that.

Hope | hōp | noun | a feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen.

Jung Hoseok had his life laid out for him already. He was exceptional, extraordinary, talented, especially when it came to dancing. At school, though he may not have been top of the class, he was very well known as a dancer and the sunshine that everyone could look to for a smile to brighten their day.

He was certainly popular, though he only stuck to a group of friends that he danced with.

Hoseok was just a fun person, according to everyone, comfortable to be around. If one were to be in the worst mood ever, he seemed to always be able to make them crack a smile and even breathe the tiniest of chuckles.

That’s what you heard, being the secluded part of your school that barely mingled with people outside of your few close friends.

You’d heard rumors that his smile was blinding, so bright and beaming it could rival the sun. You’d heard he seemed like a great friend, nice and caring, kind to those he’s never spoken to. But in this school, everyone has probably had a run in with the Jung Hoseok. He’s always bounding down the halls tall and confident with that wide smile stretched across his face, greeting others with an upbeat “hello”.

What do you know though, you were perhaps the only person who has never seen his smile up close, only from afar. But even then, from afar you can feel the intensity of his pearly whites gleaming so brightly.

There was never a time that you’d ever seen Hoseok sad or depressed, he was always seen smiling, well maybe not during class, but he was never upset. Maybe he’d get upset with his friends, but he never seemed to have any problems with his life.

Aren’t the saddest people the one’s who will smile the brightest? Isn’t it because they don’t want to see other people suffer, to be down?

You wonder how broken Hoseok actually is, if maybe he’s putting up a rather heavy facade this whole entire time. People have come to rely on him to make their day better that maybe he’s come to the conclusion that he must never be upset, or else he’d let everyone down.

You wonder if one day, his smile will turn crooked, melancholy, and morph into wretched sadness that turns his smile upside down into a frown. You wonder if one day his eyes will water with pure grief and sadness instead of the tears that mark his cheeks because his group of friends played a prank on him.

And that day was soon to come.

It was apparent that Hoseok was talented at dancing, apparently being a big fan of hip hop. You’d never seen it up close or in person, only through the glass screen of your friend’s phone, a video of him dancing solo in one of your school’s dance studios. He was superb you admitted.

His face seemed so content, so full of passion and happiness, as his body moved fluidly and sharply to the music. He was full of life.

One day, it’d all gone downhill.

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anonymous asked:

didn't you hear? You can't ever use a last name if a different person has already written a character with that name. Trevelyan was the original last name of the character, Kurt Ambrose, who died in a 2006 Halo novel. So it's taken sorry :\

SHIT my life is now ruined

Broken Hearted: Part Two

Summary: (Y/N) and Isaac, two people who feel in love with each other. He loves her but he’s also in loved with another girl what happens when reality start to settle in?

Isaac Lahey x Reader

(Y/N)= Your Name
(Y/L/N)= Your Last name

Requested: Nope

Part One, Part Three

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anonymous asked:

My roommate sat me down and gave me an ultimatum : either I watch Supernatural or we're not friends. We're still friends, and my life is now ruined by the fucking show. Curse this brilliant amazing fandom. And curse you for having one of the best blogs I've seen. <3

welcome!! and thanks for the lovely compliment you :)

Crush and Burn (Grant Gustin x Reader)

A/N: Here you go, lovely anon! It’s my first imagine with Grant, so I hope you like it! 

(just btw, if you don’t tell me with whom you want the imagine I’m gonna safely assume it’s with Barry!)

Request:  Grant x Reader 02: “I think I’m in love with you and that scares the hell out of me.”17: “I’d really like it if you stayed.”100: “You’re worth way more than you think.” 

Originally posted by dailygrantgustin

            The sun rays were violently entering my room through an open window. I groaned quietly feeling shitty already and it was still before breakfast. I had to get up, eat something and then run back to the set, which I only left few hours earlier.

             It wasn’t that I didn’t like my job. The truth was I loved it, I loved every part of it, from small technical issues that arising during each day to really big problems like one of actors being too hungover to actually act. But since the very first day on the set, since the very first moment my eyes rested on the guy that played the main character I knew that I was in deep, deep trouble.

             He was dancing and singing with the people he’s just met and I thought it was incredible. It wasn’t that I was anti-social. It was more that I couldn’t be so open with people I didn’t really know. He was laughing, the light shining in his emerald eyes and his slightly crooked smile was contagious. I fallen deep for him before I even exchanged two words with the guy.

             Grant Gustin was definitely the most adorable, kindest and funniest person I had ever met and he never failed to make my day better. I loved spending time on set, with the most amazing crew and the most amazing guy, on whom I was crushing on. And yes, that was the main problem. It was only a crush. Unreciprocated one at that.  

             That was the reason I delayed getting up for work each morning, knowing well that I could never be with him. I was just me, simple Y/N, tech on the set, who was called over when things went sideways. He was an actor, a very good one as well. Actors didn’t date techs. Actors dated actresses and sadly I wasn’t one.

*

             I parked my car in a designated space and went out, coffee in hand and fake smile plastered on my face. The moment I saw him, with a huge grin on his face, it turned into a real one. I couldn’t be miserable when he was there. That was just impossible.

‘Y/N!’ he shouted from another side of the set, waving to me enthusiastically.

             The way his lips formed my name was amazing. I could listen to him over and over and I would never get bored of it. I was a hopeless case and I realised that every time he smiled at me.

‘What’s up?’ I asked approaching him.

             Just play it cool, Y/N, play it cool.

‘You arrived at last!’ he said, his arm landing on my shoulders ‘What would we do without you?’

             I blushed violently, trying not to stumble over my feet. I was the definition of clumsiness. I was probably gonna spill my hot coffee all over him and not even notice.

‘Crush and burn, probably’ I said, taking a sip.

             My heart was pounding violently when he laughed at my joke. If I ever see his wonderful smile again, I’ll die. Again and again until I go straight to hell, for the thoughts I have every time I’m around him.

‘You are probably right, kiddo’ he said booping my nose and leaving me standing in the middle of the parking lot.

             Kiddo. He called me kiddo. That was it. That was the moment I decided to stifle my heart’s desire and finish that pain-inducing crush of mine. He didn’t see me as anything else than a ‘kiddo’. And I had to make my peace with it, before it destroyed my career. My love-life was a disaster and I wasn’t going to allow the same to happen to my life-long dreams.

*

             I was packing up equipment I just finished tinkering with, when someone’s presence loomed over me. I turned around and I was greeted with his kind face. He was so freaking close.

             I tried so hard to ignore him for the whole day, be more distanced than usual. Be professional for once in my life. And now he was ruining my cool demeanour.

             You are not an actress. You are just a tech. You can never be with him and you need to realise that before it destroys your life.

‘Y/N… Can I talk to you for a second?’ he asked.

             I really wanted to say yes. I really did.

‘Um… Actually, Grant, I’m just finishing up here… and I need to…I have plans…’ I started making up an excuse.

             You are not an actress and you cannot lie to save your life.

‘I just need to say something’ he said, looking into my eyes. ’I think I’m in love with you and that scares the hell out of me.’

             I blinked rapidly trying to force my brain to think. Did I just hear that? Did he just say that? Or did one of my fantasies was acting up and I really needed to control it?

‘Because you are so incredibly smart and I’m not used to… I’m not used to dating girls like that and it scares me, because I know, I’m not half as smart as you are and I don’t even know if you like me and…’ he started explaining.

‘Excuse me, what?’ I finally managed to say.

             His eyes dropped to the ground, his lips quivering a little. He looked sad and I wanted to do everything I could to take back my words. Because I knew how they sounded. They sounded harsh and accusatory and I didn’t want to sound like that at all. It was just the shock I was in. Shock, that I was in that situation.

‘I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Y/N, I hope that it won’t be weird between us, cause I really value our friendship and… I don’t want to lose you.’

             I shook my head, not really understanding how he didn’t see my enormous crush on him.  And what’s more how he could ever think I wasn’t into him? Who wasn’t? Who in their right mind wouldn’t be into this sweet, funny and adorable dork?

‘But… I’m not an actress’ I whispered, not looking him in the eyes ‘You can have any, and I mean, any girl you want and you want to be with… me?’

             He shook his head, taking my chin into his hands and forcing me to look into his eyes. I felt goose bumps all over my arms and saw the pure adoration in his eyes.

‘I don’t want any girl, Y/N, I want you.’ he whispered ‘You are worth way more than you think’

             I couldn’t contain another blush and pressed my lips into his, not wanting to wait any longer. His arms enveloped me, holding me tightly and he kissed me passionately, like he wanted to do that for as long as I did.

             I saw fireworks and I’m not even kidding. I used to look at the way he kissed Candice on set. But that, that was something completely different. There was chemistry between us, one I haven’t noticed before. It was magical and I didn’t want it to end.

‘I’d really like it if you stayed’ he said, leaning his forehead against mine, breathing heavily.

‘I’d like that too’

             Grant Gustin, used to be my friend. Now I had a feeling that he was going to be so much more. And I couldn’t really wait.

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