please continue to ruin my life


’ I want to play a game. ’
’ My name is Very Fucking Confused; what’s your name? ’
’ Most people are so ungrateful to be alive, but not you, not any more… ’
’ I’m having a blast! This is the most fun I’ve had without lubricant! ’
’ I want you to make a choice. ’
’ Listen carefully, if you will. There are rules. ’
’ What’s the last thing you remember? ’
’ I went to bed in my shithole apartment, and I woke up in an actual shithole. ’
’ I’m sick from the disease eating away at me inside… ’
’ I’m sick of people who don’t appreciate their blessings… ’
’ I’m a kill you, you sick asshole! ’
’ Congratulations. You are still alive. ’
’ Most people are so ungrateful to be alive. But not you. ’
’ You don’t know me, but I know you. ’
’ Live or die, make your choice. ’
’ You’re probably wondering where you are. ’
’ Now I see you as a strange mix of someone angry, yet apathetic. ’
’ At least we’ll have the cover of darkness. ’
’ Help! Someone help me! Is someone there? ’
’ Hey! Oh shit, I’m probably dead. ’
’ Who said anything about a warrant? ’
’ If you are so sick then why do I have so many photos of you up and about? ’
’ How much blood will you shed to stay alive? ’
’ I’ll leave you in this room to rot. ’
’ I know it’s you, you son of a bitch! ’
’ My camera, it doesn’t know how to lie. ’
’ You tell anyone you were here? ’
’ Stop the lies! You’re a liar! I need to know the truth! ’
’ You don’t recall getting your picture taken in that parking lot? ’
’ How can you go through life pretending that you’re happy? ’
’ Does that mean you saw what happened to me? ’
’ Oh for fuck’s sake! I give up! ’
’ You think it is over, but the games have just begun. ’
’ You feel you now have control, don’t you? ’
’ I don’t have a fucking soul… ’
’ Will you learn how to let go and truly save them? ’
’ What you can’t do, is save everyone. ’
’ I promise that my work will continue. ’
’ If you can’t do it for me, do it for yourself. ’
’ I do, but addiction has ruined your life. ’
’ I’m bleeding man. Please just let me go. ’
’ Killing is distasteful… to me. ’
’ How did you walk out of that building? ’
’ So unless you’ve got something else to say… back the fuck off. ’
’ Playing with matches again? ’
’ I want to know if you have what it takes to survive. ’
’ They say imitation is the most sincere form of flattery… ’
’ We killed eight people and stole a property and nobody cared. ’
’ Why? Was it for money? This was your plan? ’
’ You’re a monster! ’
’ Fix me, you motherfucker! ’
’ Why don’t you fucking tell me something that I don’t know, you stupid cunt?! ’
’ For three years I wanted to kill you. ’
’ I’m never gonna be able to forgive myself for what happened. ’
’ You may not remember me, but I most certainly remember you. ’
’ There’s no preventative treatment for what you have. ’
’ Please don’t do this to me. I have a family. ’
’ You’re asking me to do the impossible. ’
’ I’m sorry, but your own actions have caused this. ’
’ What?! What am I supposed to learn from this?! ’
’ This is the piece taken from the latest victim. ’
’ How many next times are there gonna be? ’
’ Get used to me, ‘cause I’m not going anywhere. ’
’ When the time’s right, you’ll know what to do with it. ’
’ That rolled off your tongue real smooth. ’
’ Wait! What the fuck are you doing?! ’
’ Please don’t let me die! Please don’t! ’
’ Oh, well that’s it, isn’t it?! It’s over! ’
’ Look at me! When you’re killing me, you look at me! ’
’ I never saw any indication of psychotic behavior. ’
’ You can never really tell what someone’s thinking on the inside. ’
’ Well, there’s a problem with that, though. ’
’ Go on, fucking pussy! Go! Go! Go! ’
’ Maybe addiction’s just part of human nature. ’
’ Remember, don’t trust the one who saves you. ’
’ You want a chance? I’ll give you a chance. ’
’ What do you mean you don’t know about this? ’
’ You didn’t cut your own arm off? ’
’ What condition? There is no condition. ’
’ I didn’t have it penciled in on my schedule. ’
’ It’s not the first time some psychopath called me out. ’
’ That’s a problem you’re gonna have to solve before it’s too late. ’
’ How do you just wake up in a room and have no idea where you are? ’
’ I guess you’ve never been drunk before. ’
’ I spent three years at college drunk. ’
’ You asked me what I wanted and I told you. ’
’ You seem to know a whole lot about me. ’
’ I feel a whole lot of things right now. ’
’ The only dooryou know how to open… is between your legs! ’
’ Why don’t you shut the hell up?! ’
’ That’s your luck, bending on over in prison, you little dickhead! ’
’ If you’re gonna threaten me with a knife, you might as well cut me a little. ’
’ You savor everything, be it a glass of water or a walk in the park. ’
’ It’s the tool, thats going to save your soul. ’
’ I didn’t do anything to you! ’
’ Don’t open the door! ’
’ You have to save yourself. ’
’ Do you wanna play a game? ’
’ That’s exactly it, you didn’t do anything. ’
’ You identify more with a cold corpse than you do with a living human. ’
’ You should know better than anyone, what happens then. ’
’ I go for the neck, but I’m not the brain surgeon. ’
’ Now you better start fucking paying attention. ’
’ Suffering? You haven’t seen anything yet. ’
’ Yeah, that’s right. I’m a murderer. ’
’ So, do you have everything you need? ’
’ You’d be surprised what tools can save a life. ’
’ Then help me! Fix me! Fix me motherfucker! I’m standing right here! ’
’ You have to play by the fucking rules! ’
’ The human body is a miraculous creation. ’
’ Game over. ’
Helpless- Philip Hamilton X Reader

I walked down the street, clutching the Reynolds Pamphlet in my hands. I looked around, seeing that the street was littered with them and that almost everyone had one.

Alexander Hamilton had chosen to ruin his family and my mother just to save his name.

He had chosen to save his legacy rather than his wife and his children and I don’t know what that says about him as a person but it’s nothing good. I approached the house that I knew to be the Hamilton’s and I knocked, preparing myself for the door to not answer. They must’ve gotten a lot of visitors so it was obvious why they wouldn’t open the door.

Especially not to the daughter of the woman he was having an affair with.

The door swung open and I saw Philip, his eyes red but he smiled.

“Y/N. It’s good to see you.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” I whispered and he nodded. He exited the house, shutting the door quietly and he grabbed my hand and we walked to my home.

Nobody was home and that was probably for the best because I knew Philip would go off on my mother given the chance.

“How are you?” I asked him, knowing that it was a stupid question and he shook his head.

“I’m alright. My mom… she is devestated.”

“It’s okay if you aren’t alright… I know you are probably trying to be okay so you can be there for your mom.”

“I know I just…”

“Talk to me about it. Please.”

“He ruined my life!” Philip yelled angrily at me and I hugged him, knowing that it wasn’t me that he was angry at. It was his dad. He hugged me back as angry sobs racked his body.

“It is by no means okay what he did to you and your family… I mean he destroyed your lives.”

“He told the entire world how he cheated on my mom. He told the entire world how he had sex with this chick- your mother- in our house!”

“I know.”

“I hate him.” He sobbed and he continued crying on my shoulder, holding me tightly. “I mean he claims that he’ll be around for me and then nobody ever sees him because he’s always working.
When he isn’t he’s too busy having an affair to actually sleep in the same bed as my mom and he ends up missing practically all of my childhood over a stupid plan!” He screamed.

“How is your little sister taking it?”

“Angelica doesn’t understand how badly he screwed up but she understands that he did something bad. Speaking of which, Angelica- my mom’s sister is here as well.”

“All the way from London?”


“And he was selfish enough to think that she came here for him.”

“Guessing she didn’t take that so well.”

“Not at all. I should be getting back. My mom might need me.” He said and he pulled away from the hug and wiped his face.

“I understand. Please don’t do anything stupid.”

“I never do anything stupid.” He laughed although it sound empty. I stood up and walked him to the door, watching him depart down the street, watching his head turn at every single pamphlet that was littered.

Every single pamphlet that was published by Alexander Hamilton but for some reason still had my last name smeared across it.

3 years later.

“Philip what are you doing?” I cried, tears running down my face. He looked at me and sighed.

“Eacker talks about my father like that- I cannot let that slide.” He said stone faced.

“Don’t you dare do a thing. History will prove him wrong.” I begged him.

“They rake his name- my name through the mud. Strong words from George and someone should hold him to it.”

“He is not a maiden in need of defending! He is a grown man and if he has a problem with Eacker he can duel him himself.”

“You don’t even get it!”

“Get it? Your father destroyed my families name when he published that stupid pamphlet so I think that qualifies me to know what your name being dragged through the mud feels like.” I yelled back at him, hurt.

“Your mother is a seductress-”

“My dad called my mom a whore- your dad was the
one who decided to stay. He could’ve stopped at any time but he didn’t.”

“But he’s my family! And I can’t just let people talk shit about him!”

“If you try to fight everyone who has ever said something about your dad then you never stop fighting, where do you draw the line?”

“I should be going. The duel starts soon.” He said coldly.

“Don’t do this.”

“Do what? If I die you’re not gonna care.”

“Don’t you dare assume how I feel about you. I thought it was quite obvious my entire life how I felt but I suppose if you even thought for a second that I wasn’t gonna care than I was wrong.”

“How do you feel about me then?” He asked.

“You make me feel…”

Helpless. He was bleeding out and the wound was infected. I felt like I was intruding on his family and that I didn’t have any right to be here. And maybe I didn’t. I started sobbing and he grabbed my hand weakly.

“Y/N… I don’t have a dollar to my name, an acre a land, a troop to command or a dollop of fame… all I have is my honor… a tolerance for pain, a couple of college credits and my top notch brain… And I swear… the rest of my life I’ll never make you feel so…”

“Helpless. You make me feel helpless.” I told him, finding that the word fit.

SPN 12x10 coda

(Yes, I know, late to the party. I stay busy. Don’t judge me)

 As Dean passed out of the corridor and back into the War Room, he faltered at the threshold, frowning at the sight of Castiel still sitting slumped and pensive in his chair, gaze not focused on anything that Dean could see.

 He stepped lightly into the room, footfalls careful with his cautious approach. “Hey.”

 Blue eyes flicked to him, one hand rubbing across the ever present stubble across his jaw. “Hello, Dean. I thought you’d gone to bed.”

 “Not quite ready to settle in yet, I guess.” His eyes took in the exhausted way Castiel seemed to be… not draped, exactly, more collapsed, as though all strength had left him and he hadn’t the energy to move from his less than elegant sprawl in the chair. “You okay?”

 Cas rallied himself, shifting into a straighter position. “I’m fine, Dean. I was only thinking.”

 “About Lily?” Cas quirked an eyebrow and slid his gaze away. Sighing, dean lowered himself into the closest chair, his knees nearly brushing Castiel’s as he did. He nudged Cas’ shoe with his boot. “Ignorance isn’t an excuse, but it should allow you to forgive yourself. We carry enough. Don’t carry things you don’t have to.” He nudged him again, forcing blue eyes to meet his. “You couldn’t have done differently because you didn’t know differently. We act on the information we’re given. If the information we’re given- by people we      trust- is wrong… if we are  intentionally misled…” He shook his head. “That burden’s not on you.”

 “We ruined her life, Dean.”

 “Ishim ruined her life. It started long before you. You thought you were protecting humanity.”

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Written for Royai Week 2015. This is the last of my one-shots. Maybe one day I’ll write the remaining ones for the other RW prompts, but it’s not in my plans for now. I might change some of these titles though because some are really terrible and I just called them by the prompts.

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It was the last weekend in Central before Edward and Alphonse returned to Resembool. Besides, the newly promoted Brigadier General Mustang, now that he finally had his old team of subordinates back, would be heading for Ishval in a matter of days. Everyone had agreed on meeting at Roy’s apartment tonight, for one last gathering before they went their separate ways.

Dinner went smoothly: jokes, sarcastic remarks, anecdotes, a few insults that caused no harm, praise for accomplishments and offers of help and support in the future if needed.

As she drank her coffee, Riza looked over the cup and watched the Elric brothers. Edward was enthusiastically eating a piece of cake, but Alphonse looked distracted; he rubbed one of his eyes and turned his head to the opposite side of his brother. He may have hidden it from Edward, but Riza noticed the yawn.

When Breda made a pause on his retelling of a story of his academy days, Riza used the moment to interrupt.


The blonde boy looked at her, along with everyone else at the table.

“You seem tired. Do you want me to drive you back to your dorm?”

Edward turned to his younger brother immediately and frowned. “Al, why didn’t you tell me?” He put a hand on his shoulder. “Come on, let’s head back.”

Alphonse shook his head. “No, no. I’m fine, brother!” He grinned so widely that his eyes were closed when he spoke. “You’re having a good time; I don’t want you to miss it just because I’m a little tired.”

Riza smiled sweetly. “I can take you, Al, and Edward can join you later.”

Roy, who was sitting next to Riza and a little too close, touched her arm. “No need for you to leave, Lieutenant.” He turned his attention to the boy. “Alphonse, take my bed. Whether you wake up in an hour or stay until morning, I won’t mind. We’ll probably stay up all night.”

Alphonse stared at Edward. “What do you say, brother?”

Edward shrugged. “It’s alright by me if you want to, Al. But if you want to leave, I’ll go with you.”

He shook his head again. “Uh-uh.” Then, he said to Roy, “Well, if it’s no bother…”

“Of course not,” Roy answered amiably.

Riza stood up. “Come on, Al. I’ll show you to his room.”

With help from Edward, Alphonse stood up and used his cane to walk behind Riza. “Thanks, Lieutenant,” he said.

The two of them left the dining room and, while Riza helped Al to bed, the men continued talking.

“And so Rebecca and I are going to be officially dating when we come back from Ishval,” Havoc said proudly.

Ed brushed a side of his hair with his fingers and groaned with frustration. “Seriously, you said that like five times already. Don’t you have anything new to share?”

Havoc gasped, and then lit a cigarette as he replied, “Well, excuse me for being happy. You’re just jealous you don’t have a girlfriend.” He put the cigarette in his mouth.

Fuery lifted an eyebrow. “But he does have one.” He turned to Ed and asked, “Aren’t you and Miss Rockbell together?”

Edward startled and blushed furiously. “What?! No, no, no!” He stood up and shook his arms in the air, crossing and uncrossing them at high speed. “We’re just friends! I don’t like her like that!”

Roy chuckled. “You should tell that to your face, you know?”

Edward sat back down, clearly ashamed and agitated. “Of course I’m going to blush if you’re going to suggest something like that about my childhood friend!” He sighed. “At least I’m better than someone who dates different women all the time with no shame.”

Roy leaned over the table and smirked. “You wish you could date such beautiful women.”

Ed rolled his eyes. “I don’t care about that. But one day, you’re going to actually love someone other than yourself and she will probably hate that attitude of yours.”

Roy relaxed in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest. Quietly, he said, “That’s some curious word you used there, Fullmetal. Do you honestly think I don’t love anyone?”

Edward blinked with confusion and lifted his chin. “What, you do?”

Falman coughed.

Very quietly, Fuery said, “Ed, don’t.”

Breda busied himself with another big piece of cake.

Havoc lit another cigarette.

Roy pursed his lips. “I’m surprised you ask, Edward. Everyone else here knows the answer to that, as you can see.”


Edward looked at the men. They were all nodding except for Fuery, who was wiping tears from his face.

Roy took a deep breath before speaking. “There is, in fact, one woman I love, Edward. I love her more than my own life, too.”

Edward listened with great interest, having not expected any reply of the sort.

“Tell you more,” Roy continued.

“Boss!” Havoc interrupted.

Roy ignored him. “She’s the only woman in this house right now.”

Riza sat down next to Roy.

Edward watched the scene agape. Aware of all the eyes on her, Riza simply took back her cup of coffee and drank the beverage again.

She made a face of disgust and left the cup on the table. “It’s cold.”

Edward gulped. “Uh, Lieutenant…?”

She looked at him. “Yes?”

He sighed. “I’m sorry. I asked Mustang about it. I don’t think he would have wanted you to hear—”

“Don’t worry, Ed. I already knew.”

“…You did?”

She smiled at Ed and nodded.

“Did… did he tell you?” he dared to ask.

Riza looked at Roy, her expression getting even softer, warmer. “It isn’t hard to see.”

Edward stared dumbfounded at the pair. The silence lasted for a whole minute. Roy was lost in Riza’s eyes; his expression serene and full of tenderness. It was obvious that he was totally in love with the woman at his side. Ed mentally kicked himself for not having noticed it earlier.

The awkwardness grew as the seconds passed, and Ed felt like just standing up, waking up his brother and getting out of there.

“Do you want to know, Ed?”

The older Elric looked at the person who talked to him. Riza was patiently waiting for a reply.

“Know what?”

“If I love the General.”

He started to sweat and talked nervously. “No, no, it’s none of my business, really. I mean, unless you want to tell me, but I’m not asking; not at all.”

“I do,” Riza said. “I do love him.”

Havoc had a lit cigarette in each hand. Fuery was weeping, failing miserably at trying to dry his cheeks with a handkerchief. Falman was reading a magazine he found nearby, and Breda served himself the last piece of cake.

Edward was speechless. He didn’t understand. How had he missed this for so long?

“But…” he said. “You’re not dating, are you?”

“Of course not,” Roy replied. “It is one thing to have this feeling for each other, but it’s against the military rules to act on it.”

Ed looked down. “So you can’t be together, even if you want to,” he concluded.

“Right,” Riza said.

He frowned sadly. “I’m sorry.”

She showed him a wry smile. “It’s alright, Ed. This is the life we chose.”

Edward was about to say something else, but Riza continued.

“But please,” she said, “do not talk about this to anyone. Our careers are at stake. This is very important, Edward.” Her tone got even more serious. “We’re trusting you with this information.”

Ed nodded, knowing better than thinking of ruining Roy’s and Riza’s lives with a simple slip of his tongue. “I promise I won’t tell.” He frowned. “But what about Al?”

Riza smiled. “You can tell your brother, Ed. But no one else, please.”

“You have my word, Lieutenant.”

Soon enough, the topic of conversation changed, and everyone else became talkative again. When it was time to leave, Edward went to the bedroom and woke up his brother. Falman and Fuery had left minutes ago, and Havoc would take Breda and the Elric brothers to their dorms. Riza said she would stay a little longer, just to help Roy tidy up the place.

By the time they were back and got ready for sleep, Edward had told Alphonse everything he missed at the table. The younger brother was happy to hear about Roy and Riza, and he couldn’t keep his grin off of his face as he changed clothes.

“Hey, Al,” Edward said. He was helping Al to lie down on his bed. “I know it’s great that Mustang and Hawkeye know that they love each other and all that, but there isn’t much to be happy about. They can’t be together after all.”

Al smiled. “I’m sorry, brother. You’re right. It’s just that…” He turned off the lamp on his bedside table. “Something weird happened when I went to sleep to the General’s room. I told the Lieutenant that the mattress was amazing; hard enough to help me keep a good posture, but still soft enough to be very comfortable.”

Ed got into his bed and lifted an eyebrow. “What’s so weird about that?”

Alphonse closed his eyes. “That the Lieutenant smiled at me and said, believe me Alphonse, I know.”

Out Of My Mind [Part 3]

Author: smutandahalf

Characters: Reader x Void x Stiles


Word Count: 2,075

**Hello my lovelies, this will be the final part! Part One, Part Two are here! Enjoy!**

Originally posted by stydialovin

I wake up panting, my body covered in a cold sweat and Stiles tightens his arms around me.

           “What’s wrong?” He murmurs against me and I try to answer, but can’t. I can feel the darkness descending around us and it feels like it’s choking me. He runs his hands through my hair, a gesture that should have been comforting, but it feels wrong. Tainted. Stiles nuzzles his lips against my neck as he whispers softly to me and I flinch.    

           What do you want, Void. I shove the thought at him like it’s full of poison and he tightens his hold on me.

           How do you always know when it’s me? He wonders back and the tone of his thoughts feels different from the usual arrogance he’s plagued the pack with.

           Because you feel wrong.

           Don’t say that. He thinks to me quietly, running his fingers softly over my cheeks, a strange feeling coming across the link and I grimace.

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Cheap Thrills - Suho X Reader (Part 2)

Originally posted by lawlliets

Synopsis: Junmyeon helps you recover from your panic attack at the amusement park and things get cUte~

Genre: FLUFF

Word Count: 2,958 (whoops)    

Part 1  Part 3

“She’s my girlfriend.”

You were too focused on stabilizing your breathing to be able to think about Junmyeon’s words.

“Miss, is this true?” The staff person’s head came into view above your own in nosy fashion.

You feebly nodded in response, and Junmyeon grew agitated.

“I already said she’s my girlfriend, can we get her to first aid already?” His voice sounded gruffly, “Or would you rather waste more time?”

Very apparently intimidated, the park staff member straightened himself in an awkward attempt to remain professional.

“R-Right this way, sir. Follow me.”

You remained in the amusement park’s less-than-professionally-equipped medical tent for a good twenty minutes after your attack had successfully subsided. Junmyeon had placed you delicately on the makeshift medical bed, and you spent the rest of the time after your initial recovery explaining to medical staff that you were fine and just needed a minute to rest. They were efficient in attending to your every need, but mostly in case you were having any thoughts of suing them. The rush of worried park officials in and out of the tent initially made your anxiety take longer to disappear, but then again…

Junmyeon had never left your side.

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Prompt: The Squad learns more about their resident crocodile friend AKA Waylon thinks about the lot he’s been dealt in his life

Warnings: Mentions of abuse (physical and mental), alcoholism, slight language, character death.

Notes: I kind of wanted to do a character-study type thing about Croc, so here it is! Slight Croc / reader towards the end.

“What about you, Wally Gator?” Harley sips her bright blue drink and watches Croc from where she stands behind the bar. The others’ eyes’ instinctively shift to him as well. “What’s your story?” She asks when she receives no response to her first question.

Croc twitches a lip and takes a swig of his own drink. “You really wanna know? What is this, a confessional?” 

Harley shrugs. “Apparently. But I’m curious. Were you born looking so…beautiful - “ An ironic smile dances across her lips. “Or what?”

“Yeah, mate,” Boomer chips in. “Did you hatch out of an egg or somethin’?” A brief poke to his side by Katana’s sheathed sword quickly shuts him up.

Croc snorts and sets his beer down on the nearest table. “I was born just like all of you were.” He returns his attention to the elaborately decorated aquarium behind him and lifts a hand to tap gingerly on the glass. The nearest fish immediately darts away, frightened. “I got ichthyosis. Had it since I was born.” At their questioning glances, he elaborates. “Turns skin dry and scaly. I just happened to have the world’s worst case of it.” His lips twitch again into what could be perceived as a twisted, grim smile. “Mom died giving birth, but my dad freaked. Abandoned me to my aunt.” His words are curt and direct - straight to the point.

But he has everybody’s attention.

“Aunt hated my guts. Loathed me for just existing. Forced me into the bathtub every night to scrub off my scales.” God, he remembers that all too clearly. He remembers the white-hot pain - the writhing - begging for her to ‘stop, please stop, Auntie, it hurts!’. “Hated me because I ruined her life. She’d lock me in the bathroom whenever she had parties or parade me out in front of her friends to make a quick buck.” He continues to stare into the aquarium, no longer seeing the fish but, rather, the face of his aunt. “Beat me when I stayed out too long or failed a test or when I accidentally broke somethin’.” He remembers that, too, all too well. The incessant yanking at his arm - her nails leaving furrows in his then-still-sensitive skin - her yelling and swearing and knocking tables over. “She was drunk 24/7. Called me names.” He chuckles darkly at that. “Lizard-freak. Reptile-boy. Scales. ‘You’ll never be normal.’ ‘You’re such a burden.’” He trails off momentarily, lost in thought. Thinking about her fills him with a deep anger - mingled with sadness. “Didn’t have any friends, of course. The kids who knew me loved to make fun of me.”

The bar is dead silent.

“I was in ‘n out of juvie constantly. What else was there for me to do?” He shrugs. “I was tried and convicted of murder when I was sixteen or seventeen - some dude said something and I just snapped.”

“Wait.” Diablo speaks up for the first time. His voice is low and almost hesitant. He turns to face Croc. “What happened to your aunt?”

Croc initially says nothing. He reaches for his beer again. His grip on it tightens. He finally looks up and meets Diablo’s gaze. His voice is unwavering when he speaks again. “I killed her.”

He remembers that, too. He was older - not quite an adult but not a child. He remembers her snide, drunken comments - her attempts to grab at him again, like she’d done so many times before in the past - and he remembers the sudden rage that had taken over him, the influx of hurt and sadness and anger that had made him see red. He remembers standing over her limp body, life drained from it. He remembers stumbling away from her - towards the door - thrusting it open and running. Fleeing. Going anywhere but there. 

He stares at his open beer can, lost in reverie. 

His life after that - had been one chaotic mess. Gangs. Mobs. Drugs. He did anything he could to make money - get power. Power was the key to respect. Power forced people to like you - lest they want to suffer the consequences. He’d done stints in Arkham - like anyone else here - until he’d escaped. They’d finally caught him and dragged him to Belle Reve where, if he was being totally honest, life wasn’t that bad. Better than scrounging through the sewers late at night to find something dead to eat. 

His entire life had been spent alone. He didn’t care. He knew it. The world had turned its back on him - so he turned his back on the world.

Until Y/N had showed up.

Y/N had stumbled into the sewers on a drunken dare and had ended up lost (naturally). They had, evidently, been much too drunk to register fear at the sight of him - and instead had been immensely curious. Croc, all too aware that Y/N had done nothing wrong, led them to an exit - expecting never to see them again, KNOWING he would never see them again - yet he had been completely wrong. Y/N had returned the next night, clutching a bag of McDonald’s burgers. 

The first person to have ever shown Croc any sort of kindness in his life - and he had ruined it by getting arrested. Or, rather, allowing himself to get caught.

He slumps against the couch and drains the rest of his beer. He hasn’t thought about Y/N in a long time. He misses them - and he hopes they aren’t anywhere near this hellhole that is currently Midway City. 

He is brought back to the present when someone clears their throat.

“Well, good for you,” Harley says. She gives Croc a wink and holds her drink up for a toast.

He rolls his eyes but lifts his drink in return before lowering it. Harley’s attention is averted, letting him sink back into his stupor.  

“Want You Back” - Jack Gilinsky Imagine

It’s crazy how someone who you used to be literally the closest with, can become a stranger in just one year, but it’s also crazy the fact that you can’t let go of that person. I just can’t forget him. I can’t forget everything that we’ve been through; all the good and the bad. I miss our 24/7 texting, I miss seeing him every day, I miss his strong hugs, I miss laughing and cuddling with him. I miss every single thing about him. 

You know what they say, ‘so much more than just a friendship, but less than love’. That’s exacltly what Jack and I were; we were so much more than just friends, but it also seemed as we could never be together even though we both had a thing for each other, we were just too afraid to admit it. 

‘…and if I see her one more time near him, I’ll fucking choke her.’ My best friend, Donna, was saying something, but I wasn’t really paying attention. ‘Y/n? Y/n!’ She shook my arm bringing me back to reality. 


‘Were you even listening to me?’ She asked. 

‘Yeah, of course.’ I said even though I had no idea what was the word about. 

‘Oh really? So what was I talking about?’ She asked crossing her arms and raising her eyebrow. 

‘Donna..’ I sighed. 

‘You were staring at Jack again, didn’t you?’ 

‘I don’t know what should I do, I’m going crazy.’ I said desperately. 

‘Maybe forget him?’ She rolled her eyes shutting her locker. I know she was annoyed with me because I talk about him every single day and cry to her and trust me, I was getting tired of myself too, but when you love someone, you just can’t help yourself. ‘It’s been a year since you stopped talking, y/n. It’s really time for you to move fucking on.’ She said. 

‘Do you think that’s easy for me? Donna, we were inseparable and now we don’t even say ‘hi’ to each other.’ 

‘Hmm, I wonder who’s fault is that?’ She said sarcastically. The bell rang and we headed to Geography classroom. 

It’s true that it’s none, but my fault that Jack and I don’t talk anymore. You see, there was that new guy in our school, Alex, who I completely fell in love with. I was telling Jack about Alex day and night. He didn’t like him, but I thought that he was just jealous. Soon, Alex and I started dating and little did I know that I made the biggest mistake in my life by even falling for him. 
I was spending every day with Alex, I was skipping school with him, I was doing everything what I should not have done, and the worst thing that I did was that I neglected my friendship with Jack. He was really bothered by the fact that I was talking only about Alex and that I was spending so much time with him. We started to fight and eventually, we just lost contact. At first, I didn’t care about not being close with Jack anymore because Alex was the only thing on my mind, but then, just a few months later, Alex started to act like the biggest asshole to me and cheated on me. I was heartbroken and desperate, but most of all, I was angry, angry at myself for letting Jack go away from me. 

Jack’s POV

‘Jack?’ My mom yelled from downstairs. 


‘You have a visit!’ She yelled. 

‘Who is it?’ 

‘Come downstairs!’ I groaned getting up from the bed and making my way downstairs. 

‘Who is it and where is?’ I asked my mom. 

‘It’s some girl, she’s waiting for you in the living room.’ Some girl? 



‘What are you doing here?’ I asked clearly surprised to see her standing in my living room. 

‘I-I came here to talk to you.’ She said. 

‘About?’ I asked sitting down in the armchair and she sat down on the couch. 

‘About y/n.’ She said. My body tensed at the mention of her name. 

‘What about her?’ I asked avoiding to look at Donna’s eyes. 

‘She’s suffering, Jack.’ She said. 

‘What does that have to do with me?’ I asked like I don’t know. 

‘It has everything to do with you!’ She chuckled a little at my stupid question. ‘Jack, she’s sorry. All she does is cry and talk and think about you non-stop. She doesn’t want to meet new people, she doesn’t want to go anywhere anymore and when she does go to a party or something, she gets wasted every time and then cries even harder. She misses you so freaking much. I can’t stand to watch her like that anymore. This has been going for a year now. You two used to be everything to each other and now you don’t even talk to each other. Don’t you miss everything that you two had? Don’t you miss her?’ She said. I started to remember the best time of my life while Donna was talking, the time when y/n used to be my whole world. I do miss her too much, but she hurt me so bad and I can’t get over that. 

‘I wouldn’t really say that she is ‘suffering’ that much and that she misses me given the stories that go around about her.’ 

‘What stories?’ Donna asked. 

‘Oh you haven’t heard? Alex told everyone that y/n called him the other night begging him to come back to her. Apparently, he accepted and the next day he caught her cheating with two other guys.’ 

‘WHAT?’ Donna jumped out of her place. ‘Are you fucking kidding me?!’ 

‘That’s what he said.’ I said calmly. 

‘Do you really trust Alex? The guy who fucking cheated on her and even hit her! Do you really trust his words after everything he has done to her?!’ 

‘He hit her..?’ I always knew that Alex is an idiot and that he will hurt her, but I didn’t think that he’d go this far. 

‘Yes, he hit her. She was arguing with him when she found out that HE cheated on her and she said that she’s breaking up with him and then he slapped her.’ She said and I stayed silent. Maybe I seemed like I didn’t care at all, but on the inside, I wanted to beat the shit out of him. ‘Do you really think that y/n would ever do something like that? Like you don’t know her.’ She said. 

‘I-I don’t know..’ 

‘Oh my God..I can’t believe you.’ She said taking her bag and storming out of the house. 

Your POV 

*The next day*

‘Ugh, I haven’t slept all night cause Mrs Miller’s dog kept barking all night. Again. I swear I’ll shoot him one day.’ I groaned sleepily. 

‘Yeah, that sucks..’ Donna said keeping her eyes glued at one spot. 

‘What’s up with you? You’ve been acting weird all day. What’s wrong?’ I asked her. 

‘Y/n..there’s something I need to tell you.’ She said being very serious which is rare for her so I should probably be concerned. 

‘Okay? What is it?’ I asked. 

‘So..yesterday, I went to Jack to talk to him.’ 

‘You what?!’ I cut her off. 

‘Calm down and listen to me.’ She said before continuing. My heart was already beating so fast. ‘We talked about you and he said that Alex told everyone that you begged him to come back to you and that he accepted, but the next day he caught you cheating with two other guys.’ She said. 

‘What?!’ I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I wanted to cry even though I was so fucking angry. My blood was boiling and I was ready to kick his ass. ‘I’ll fucking kill him.’ I said through my teeth. Alex was standing in the middle of the hallway with other losers who kiss his ass and think that they’re popular ‘cause they hang out with Alex. 

‘Y/n, I know that you’re furious right now, but please don’t do anything stupid, okay?’ Donna said, but I ignored her making my way to him. 

‘Well, well, well, look who’s-’ 

‘You fucking asshole!’ I cut him off by slapping him across his face. 

‘What is wrong with you?!’ 

‘Why are you trying to fucking ruin my life when I have done absolutely nothing to you!’ I yelled as I continued hitting his chest with my fists as hard and as fast as I could. ‘All I did was love you and that was the biggest mistake in my life!’ I was still hitting him everywhere when I felt someone’s arms take me and pull me away. ‘I fucking hate you!’ I was still yelling at Alex and I didn’t even notice that someone was carrying me until I was put on my feet outside the school. I turned around to see Jack. ‘Jack?’ 

‘Come with me.’ He said taking my hand in his. We stopped walking when we reached the school park. 

‘Jack, nothing he said was true, I swear. I’d never do something-’ 

‘I know.’ He said looking at my eyes. 

‘Oh my God.’ I crouched down putting my hands over my face as I started to cry. 

‘Hey..get up.’ Jack said softly pulling me up to him. ‘I’m so sorry Jack. I’m so sorry for everything that I’ve done to you.’ I sobbed into his chest. 

‘Shh, it’s okay baby.’ He wrapped his arms tightly around me and leaned his chin on the top of my head. My heart melted at him calling me ‘baby’. ‘I’m sorry that I wasn’t here to protect you when he hurt you. He would’ve had broken bones if I knew before that he hit you.’ Jack said. 

‘D-Donna told you?’ I asked. 

‘Yeah, she did.’ 

‘Listen Jack, I’m sorry, I can’t take the distance between us anymore. It’s killing me. I miss you and I just want you back. I know that you hate me and you have all the right to, I hate myself too because I let an idiot come between us, but I-’ As I was talking, I was cut off by Jack pressing his lips against mine. The butterflies erupted in my stomach as he kissed me. ‘Jack..’ I said breathlessly and he leaned his forehead against mine. 


‘We just kissed.’ I said still shocked by his action. 

‘We did.’ He smiled slightly. ‘Did you like it?’ He asked quietly. I smiled and nodded. ‘Can I kiss you again?’ He asked. I nodded again blushing and he took my face in his hands and kissed me again.


Originally posted by youforfeitallrights

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x Reader

Warnings: mentions of cheating, and some swearing

Prompt: basically the reynold’s pamphlet except its not eliza but ya know u get the gist of it.

Y/N = your name

H/C = your hair color

F/C = your favorite color

Word Count: 1,023


(this is in the ham era, so it is not modern. i probably fucked up somewhere but i tried my best)

You held the pamphlet in your trembling hands. You shook your head in disbelief, tears rolling down your red cheeks. You took a seat on the edge of your bed, running a shaky hand through your H/C hair. You set down the papers at your side and continued to let the tears escape your eyes. You looked dead ahead at the wall as your vision got blurry.

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Imagine Meeting Jared Leto on a Trip

The first imagine I wrote went pretty well considering it was a bit long. What can I say, I got a bit inspired :). Anyway, I’m continuing my journey of writing fan fiction about Jared, so I hope you enjoy this story as well as the previous one.
Feel free to leave comments and give me some feedback so I could write even better posts.
Also, if you have any ideas about the next Imagine, but don’t know how to write an entire story, feel free to message me, and I’ll be more than happy to try to write as better story as possible, and mention you as the source of inspiration of course. :)

Much love, Rhina.


Imagine running into Jared in Milan and spilling coffee all over him. Then almost doing the same thing again next day, if he hadn’t been quick enough to keep you from falling down.

It’s December 23rd, and you’re finally in Milan. The flight was long and exhausting, but it was worth it. You’ve finally made it to the capital of fashion, and you get to spend Christmas right there with you friends. You’ll miss your family a bit, but you made sure that your parents are on Skype on Christmas day so you could still kinda be together for at least a while.

You are going to spend 5 days there, and you want to use every minute of it to enjoy and explore the city. Once you get out of the airport you look for a cab and drive to your hotel. Your parents wanted to make this the best vacation for you, so they’ve arranged you to stay at The Four Seasons. It was their gift for your college graduation. It’s bright and early, and since you couldn’t sleep at all on the flight, you hit the shower first and go to get some sleep to be fully energized fir your adventure.

Four hours later you get up and see it’s 11 am, and you feel like you’ve had a full 8 hour sleep. You go to see if your two BFF s are up so you could go walk through the city.
As you open the door you see both of your friends in front if your room reaching out to knock.

“Well hello there sleepyhead”, your boy BFF says. “Ready to hit the streets of Milan”?

“Born ready. Let me just get my purse and my jacket”.

The three of you start going down to the receptionist to leave the key when you notice there’re some paparazzi outside, alongside a bunch of boys and girls waiting impatiently for someone to come out, or get into the hotel.

“Wow, some celebrity must be staying here”, your girl BFF says with excitement. She has always wanted to meet every single celebrity that she admired.

“Who cares.”, you’re a bit irritated by her comment. “We’re here to get to know Italy and all of it’s wonders. Not stalk some uptight star. Come on, let’s get going”.

You leave the key and walk out not getting too interested about all the commotion.

You spent almost three hours walking, visiting all the major sights, and now you feel like grabbing a bite and relaxing a little. You spot a cute little cafe, and you decide to get inside and have lunch.

“My god this pasta was terrific. Italians really know how to prepare a delicious spaghetti”, you say feeling happy and full. It’s safe to say you won’t need to eat till tomorrow.

“Told you all Y/N needs is a decent meal and she’s back to her happy place”, your boy BFF says to your girl BFF with a smile.

“When was I not happy?”, you ask confused.

“Today at the receptionist’s, maybe?” the two of them chuckle.

“Wait, are you referring to that celebrity comment?”

“It was quite a snarky comment.” they both agree.

“You know I’m just not that into wasting half my life fantasizing about someone who’s famous, screaming their name and following them every step of the way. I don’t get those people at all. I mean, of course I’d ask for a photo to my favorite actor or a singer if I got the opportunity, but that crowd was just ridiculous. God knows how long they’ve been freezing their ass out there, and for what? Who ever’s staying in that hotel will wave and say Hi to them, at best”.

“You’re wrong Y/N. Some celebrities actually take time and enjoy taking selfies with fans. It’s hard to believe, but it’s true”, your girl BFF says.

“Whatever. Let’s not make a big deal out if it, OK? I’m gonna get a coffee to go, and we can leave. Would you want some?”, you ask while you put your coat on.

“No, I’m fine”, your boy BFF says

“Yeah’ I’m not for coffee either”, the girl agrees.

“OK, then you take care of the check, and I’m gonna order coffee”.

You’re done with the check, you have your coffee and you head for the door.

”Something tells me this trip is going to be really special for us”, says the girl BFF as she puts her scarf on.

You are walking in front of her, get outside of the cafe not paying attention to who’s coming to your direction.

“Yeah, it’s time for ….”, you get outside and feel your body bumping into someone, “…miracles”. You finish the sentence, freeze, turn your head quickly, to see what happened, only to find out the entire coffee is now on a man’s coat. 

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry”, you start apologizing. Then you start rambling in Italian but get really confused. You look up to see the guy’s face and spot Jared Leto. OK, you’ve just spilled coffee on a rock star. In Italy! Fabulous! 

He’s shocked, but doesn’t make a big deal out of it. You start apologizing again.

“I’m so , so, so sorry, I could totally get that dry cleaned. I don’t really know where, but I could. Or I could even wash it, or buy you a new one. Well, not really, since it probably costed a fortune… Oh, my God, I can’t believe how big of a klutz I am…. ”, you start rambling uncontrollably. 

Your friends can’t believe what they’re witnessing, and just want to get you out of there. Jared is baffled by the speed and amount of words you managed to say in three seconds. 

“Please stop talking! It’s fine, I’ll take care of it, just calm down, you’re scarring me. You feel like you’re about to have a stroke”, Jared says and takes both of your hands into his.

You calm down, start breathing softly, and look at him. You’re faced with the most beautiful blue eyes you’ve ever seen. OK, now you’re even more nervous.

“I’m calm. OK, sorry again. But, can I really do something to fix this up?”, you ask with concern.

“Don’t worry about it. It’ll come off I’m sure”, Jared says nonchalantly and gets inside. 

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“Best. Gift. Ever.” (Gift pt.2 Cody Christian Imagine)

Prompt: You and Cody are best friends and know everything about each other, something he doesn’t know about you? You’re in love with him but you don’t tell him, why lose the best friendship you ever had just because you want more when he probably doesn’t feel the same, right?

Abbreviations: Y/N (Your name), Y/L/N (Your last name)


Author: Ross

Word Count: 1968

A/N: a sarong is like a cover up girls wear at the pool/beach 

Warning: Can you say smut? lol. Smut, Fluff, and all that good stuff. 

Part 1

“In love with who?” says a familiar voice, I spin around to find Cody leaned up against the frame to the entrance of the kitchen, “Lex I’m gonna have to call you back, yea love you too, bye.” I hang up and stare down at my phone then place it on the counter, “So how much of that did you hear?” I ask while I sit myself on the counter next to my phone and nervously fumble with my fingers. “Enough.”

 He says while walking over to me, he doesn’t stop until he’s in between my legs.When he is, Cody places his hands beside my thighs as he looks me in my eyes and asks, “What did you mean? Who were you talking about?”

I shake my head as I chuckle nervously and continue fiddling with my hands as I say, “I don’t want to destroy one of the best friendships I have in my life by telling him that I’m in love with him.” “You didn’t answer my second question Y/N.” Cody reminds me as I look anywhere but his face, “That’s because it’s you Cody, but please lets not do this tonight I don’t want to ruin your party, so lets just discuss this tomorrow or something and go open your birthday gifts yeah?” I begin to try and slide off the counter but Cody’s hand on my waist stops my movement.

           He uses his other hand to bring my attention to use face where a small smile rested as he said, “Why, when the only gift I want is right here?” my eyes widen as a shocked facial expression takes over my senses as he say, “Why didn’t you ever tell me do you know how long I’ve waited to think there was even a sliver of a chance with you?” I find my voice as I speak and say, “Cody what I—I don’t get it what are you saying?” he takes in a deep breathe before looking me in my eyes as he says, “Y/N Y/L/N you are the only gift I need, you always have been.”

           Then before I could make any response his lips are on mine is a soft but sweet kiss. He pulls back to look me in my eyes, to gauge my reaction but I don’t give him the time as I pull his face back to mine and kiss him with a passion that we’ve had pinned up for years. I bring him closer to my body as I wrap my legs around his waist and he locks his arms around my waist. I place my hands in his hair and tug earning a slight moan from him that sends a delicious vibration running through my body. His hands move to the back of my thighs as he lifts me off the counter top and carriers me to a room downstairs and lays me on the bed without breaking our kiss. As he lies down on top of me I feel his hardened erection against my core causing me to let out a moan.

            He takes full advantage of the opportunity as he slide is tongue into my mouth deeping the kiss. His mouth moves around my neck until he finds my sweet spot earning another moan from me. He continues his path down my body and doesn’t stop until his head is in between my thighs directly in front of my core. He moves my sarong out of his way and runs his finger along the fabric of my swim suit bottom as he looks up at me and says, “May I?” unable to speak I bite my lip as I nod my head. He looks up at with a sexy smile as he slides my bottoms down my legs and throws them on the floor. Leaving me feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable, my cheeks redden as Cody comes back to my core and gasp as he run his hands along my thighs as he whispers out, “Beautiful.”

           Seconds later his tongue is on my throbbing clit and I cant help the loud moan that escapes my mouth. He swirls his tongue around my clit causing a knot in my stomach to begin to form in the most pleasurable way. As the knot grew tighter and tighter he stuck two fingers into my dripping core causing me to gasp while I bucked my hips in appreciation. The sensation of him moving his fingers in and out of me, while his tounge worked my clit gave me pleasure I’d never experienced. I moaned out his name while my hips bucked again as he found that right and continued to hit it as he moved his fingers.          

           He brings his free arm on my hips to hold me down and keep me from moving forcing me to focus on the pleasure he was giving me. I put my hand in his hair and tugged causing him to let out a moan that sent a wave of extacsy through me that almost made the knot unravel, as Cody continued to pump his fingers I said, “Cody i—I’m so close.” He slowed down the pace of his fingers and tongue going at a tourtously slow pace and making me call out, “Cody…” he stopped all together and I let out a frustrated moan and soon Cody’s face was in front of mine as he leaned down just above my lips and said, “I know baby but I want you to come while I’m inside you.”

 He moves from above me and removes his swim trunks, seconds later he’s above me and kissing me. I taste myself on his tounge and pull him closer to me, he brings a hand up above my head to support some of his weight while he uses the other one to guide himself to my entrance, he stops there and rubs his erections against my folds and I let out an impertinent grunt before shift my body down so that the tip of his cock slip past my lips causing us both to gasp. He continue to sink into me slowly until he was all the way in. 

He gave me time to adjust to tremendous size and then he started to move slowly being sure not to hurt me but I wanted more, I needed it. I began to move my body below his meeting him with every thrust he gave me. Soon he got the message and picked up the pace, he started going faster and I couldn’t help as I moaned out his name, in the blink of an eye I was on top, straddling him and he laid beneathe me. If it was at all possible it seem as though he sunk deep into me and I moaned his name loudly.  I began to move up and down his length while he watched the space where our bodies meet and I saw the pleasure evident on his face. He sat up and unhooked my bikini top that was practically already off as he took my harned nipple into his mouth causing me to slow the pace I moved along his cock as I focused on the pleasure his mouth was yet again bringing. He nibbled down on my nipple and I grinded down against his cock as I cried out.

           He released my nipple from his mouth as he laid back down, I placed my hands on his chest where I found the stbality I needed to pick up the pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled in the room in addititon to our moans and grunts. Cody rolled us again and he was back on top and as he rocked in and out of me and that knot started to build again. He moved in and out of me faster hitting that perfect spot every time, I was so lost in the pleasureable sensation I didn’t feel his hand roaming down to the space between us until his thumb was moving in circles on my clit making me let out a loud moan as I closed my eyes and stammer out, “Co—Cody I’m gon—gonna come.” He leaned down, placing his forehead against mine as he whispers, “Open your eyes baby I want to see them when you come around me.”

            I obey his command and my eyes shot open to be met by Cody’s blue orbs staring back at me. I took in a deep breathe, as I was on the verge of my release Cody eyes searched my own for a moment before he said, “Y/N I love you so much.” and that was exactly what I need to push me over the edge, I called out Cody’s name as he continued to pump in and out of me making my orgasm spiral on. As my walls were close around his cock he gave three more sloppy thrust before he stilled pouring his come inside of me.

           I shut my eyes as Cody fell on top of me while we both tried to catch our breath. Soon he pulled out of me and I couldn’t keep back the moan that slipped past my lips as he length slides out of me. He held himself up on his arms above me as he closes his eyes and takes in deep breathes as if he’s nervous and I realize it’s because he said he love me.

           Wait he said he loves me, and after what we did it couldn’t have been like that crappy best friend I love you we said to each other before he really… loves me. “Cody…” I say as I wait for him open his eyes, he looks down at me with a slightly worried facial expression, I bring my hand up to caress his cheek as I say, “I love you too.” He gives a me breath taking smile that shows all of his pearly whites before he leans down and places a sweet his on my lips. As he pulls back everything comes back to me as I place my hands on his chest and say, “We have to get back to your party! You have to open your gifts.” he thinks about it for a moment before he says, “We don’t have to, plus I’ve already gotten the best gift. You.” I blush while I giggle as he leans down to kiss me again, this time with much more passion but I stop him before things can heat up to much and we go for round two.

           After we put out swimsuits back on we make our way back out into the backyard and Dylan comes running up to us. “Dude where have you guys… been.” after he looks between the two of us he smirks as he says, “Never mind, um Y/N you might want to fix your hair a bit and Cody watch those scratches don’t want them getting infected.” After a wink he walks off leaving me baffled and Cody laughing his ass off. I slap his chest and face him as I say, “It’s not funny! I don’t want people looking at us funny.” He places his hands on my arm then slides them down to my waist as he pulls me close and says, “I don’t care what people think.” Then he leans down a places his lips on mines, for a moment I resisted, not wanting everyone watching us kiss then I couldn’t help but kiss him back as I wrapped my arms around his neck closing the small space between our bodies.

           We heard hoots and catcalls causing me to pull back but Cody wouldn’t let me get far. He leaned his forehead against mine as he look into my eyes and said, “Best. Gift. Ever.”

A Little Bit Jealous

Summary: fluffy Chris Evans x Reader where Chris meets a dancer, he likes her, starts dating her and then they fall in love with each other. She has a competition where she has to dance an intimate dance with her partner and because the dance gets too intimate for the likes of Chris, he feels jealous and he decides that he wants her to be his forever so he proposes to her (as requested by @fayrouz-naji)
(Chris’ POV)

She’s indescribable. Incomparable. Perfect. And she’s all mine.

We met 2 years ago. Now, we live together, and our relationship couldn’t be better. Y/N is a dancer, and whenever she has a big show I always go to show my support. I’ve never had the feeling that I have for Y/N with anyone else - I can see us being married, having kids. She’s a wonderful person and I’m so, so in love with her.

“Babe, I have a competition coming up soon, will you come and watch me?” She asked, her voice a hushed whisper as we watched a movie together in bed.

“Definitely,” I replied, kissing the top of her head. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“You don’t have to come, y’know…I understand if you don’t want to.”

“Hey, I love watching you dance. I’m always gonna be there to support you, what kinda boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?”

“A pretty crap one,” she giggled.

“Mmhmm, you know it,” I chuckled.
It was the night of the competition. I sat at the back of the auditorium; the people sat at the back always get the best view. She’d mentioned that she had to do an intimate dance with her dance partner - and I said I was fine with it, because why would I get jealous of my girlfriend dancing with a guy for a competition? I’d wished her good luck and kissed her before she went to get dressed. I was excited to see the dance, because I knew she was gonna kill it.

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Root/Shaw Parallels: 4x11

‘Die for something that you love’

  • my murderer: any last words
  • me: Oikawa didn't deserve anything that people said about him. People called him names and drew nasty fan art of him and ruined his reputation and created a negative environment for him, followed by an entire breed of Oikawa haters. He didn't deserve any of that. He didn't deserve it and you know it
  • my murderer: wow ur right.. please continue to live life to to the fullest while I spare u your life
An Other Side of the War (Part 4)

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Originally posted by fantasyimagine

~ Before year sixth ~

The Malfoy Manor was huge and impressive, but you couldn’t fucus on that more than two seconds. You all stopped at the living room - Draco close to your side, his mother in front of you; she had a hard time to start to speak. When she did, your fears became real. 

“Y/N… “ - she started in a low, teary voice. “There’s no good way to telling this… and I’m sorry that you have to hear it from me. After the events at the Ministry, your parents died.” 

The feeling was like somebody hit you in your chest extremely hard. Your heart skipped a beat and you wanted to scream really loud, but your breath stucked in your troath. Tears blurred your vision and you felt dizzy - you couldn’t see or hear anything anymore, only your heartbeat.  Slowly you started collapsing, until Draco’s hand catched you and pull you over to the couch. He sat beside you and you hugged him instantly, so hard and tightly that your hands started to hurt around his shoulder after a few minutes. You cried and cried and he said nothing, just gently storked your back. 

When you started to calm down a little and could use your brain again, you stood up quickly.

“How did they die?” - you asked Draco because Narcissa wasn’t there anymore, but when she heard your shout, she came back from the kitchen.

“I’m not sure you should know.” - she muttered.

“I think I deserve to know how my parents died! It was him, right?” She hesitated for a few seconds, but then she started. 

“The Dark Lord wasn’t pleased after the incidence at the Ministry. He cast the Cruciatus Curse on your mother, and when your father tried to protect her… well…”

She didn’t continue, but you didn’t care. Now you were angry; the words did not stuck in your throath anymore.

“Was it worth it?” - you shouted at her. “Is it worth it? Being so loyal and all to your beloved lord, yeah my parents were loyal, and look at where are they now! Look at where your husband are now… All of you just ruined your families lifes!” 

Her eyes was mildly teary as she answered you. “As long as you stay in my house, I’d like to ask you to show some respect.”

“Staying in here? Oh no, I’m not planning to stay with you any minute longer now.” And you were already on your way to the door, but Draco grabbed your arm. 

“Y/N, please. Your aunt will come and pick you up later on this month, but now, you’re alone. Let us help you.” If you wouldn’t be so emotionally unstable at that moment, you’d just probably stormed out, but as you looked in to his eyes that you never seen so sad earlier, you stayed. 

You stayed your room at the rest of the day, and nobody bothered you. But in the next morning, Draco came in to tell you the breakfast is ready; you were still in bed. 

“I’m not hungry.” - you answered without glanced at him.

“You should eat something. You skipped dinner yesterday too.” You didn’t answer to this, just stared the wall. He came closer and sat the edge of the bed, his hand on your shoudler. 

“I know how are you feeling…”

“You don’t.” - you cut him off with an edgy tone. He pulled his hand away from you.

“Right. I don’t. My mother is alive. My father is just in the Azkaban. But don’t forget they are on the same side. D’you think I never think about that that easily can happen to them too?” You felt ashamed. It was so easy to forget that he’s in a similar situation.. As you sat up you hugged him and murmured an “I’m sorry” in his ears. You went down to the dining room. At the table, Draco’s mother sat in front of you.

“Mrs. Malfoy, I’d like to apoligize for my behaviour yesterday. I didn’t mean to offended you or your family.” - you said. 

She let out a small smile. “It’s alright, Y/N, you’re hurt. And please call me Narcissa.” 

Your relationship with Draco and his mother now was restored, but your day wasn’t any better. You felt emptyness and deep sandess in turn. At night, you couldn’t sleep, so you decided to go to Draco’s room. You knocked and found him awake. “Is something wrong?” 

“I just couldn’t sleep. Can I… sleep with you?” He nodded and you went into his room, layed beside him. At least an hour passed, and you were still wide awake when you startet to cry silently. Draco probably was awake too, because he heard you immediately. He leaned above to you and gently made you to turn on to him, and you hugged him instantly, crying just more loudly. You buried your face into his neck as he wrapped his arms around you, running circles in your back with his hand. 

“It hurts so much.” - you whispered. 

“I know.” You fell asleep in his arms, and in the next morning you wake up in the smiliar positon.  

And from that day you got close to each other every day. It wasn’t like that cheeky flirting what you did in the last two years. It was more mature, deeper and honest. You kept sleeping with him, though you spent most of the night with deep converstations. He opened up to you and you opened up to him in a way that you never did before with anybody else earlier, and you were sure it was mutual. When he kissed you after months again, you felt you want him, no matter what will happen after that. 

After what happened with your parents, this summer could have been easily the worst period of your life. However, staying at the Malfoy Manor was a good choise afterall - Draco not just helped you to feel yourself better, but you clearly fell in love with him every day just more and more; you had so many sweet moments. 

Like when you took a hot bubble bath and he sat next to the tub in a chair, reading to you from his favourite book. Or when he teached you how to play Quidditch in their backyard - even if you thought you were hopeless in this. Or the night when he took your virginity; and he was kind and gentle and worried - “I don’t want to hurt you.” - he said too many times before you convinced him you’ll be fine. 

And that sleepy late morning, when both of you were still in bed, eyes just slightly open, and you draw circles on his bare shoulder with your fingertip. 

“What will happen now? There’s war.” - you muttered. 

“At this point I only know one thing - I love you. And I’ll do everything to keep you safe. We’ll figure it out.” he smiled, and you knew it’s not that easy, but his words was so calming. 

After a month your aunt came for you. It was hard to say him goodbye, even if you knew you’ll see him again within four weeks. 

“Write to me.” - you said at the doorway, wrapped in his arms.

“Of course I will.” He kissed your forehead, you hugged Narcissa aswell, and disapparated with your aunt.



The Little Things

Joe felt the smile grow on his face as she walked in from the bathroom, clad in one of his shirts, throwing her hair up into a messy bun, her face clear of that day’s make up.

“Hello, beautiful.” Y/N lifted her eyes from the floor to meet his, her cheeks turning red as a smile blossomed on her face.

“Oh stop, I look like crap.”

“Nope.” Joe shook his head, eyes travelling up and down her body. “You look perfect.”

She rolled her eyes as she crawled into bed next to him, muttering something about how cheesy he was, but he just chuckled and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.

He felt her body relax against his, a content sigh escaping past her lips.

“You’re so warm.” Y/N mumbled, turning her head to place a soft kiss on his chest.

“And you’re feet are freezing.” He replied, kicking hers gently with his, but she just giggled, pressing her feet against his.

They both settle into a comfortable silence, simply listening to each other breath, with him running his fingers up and down her arm.

“I love you.” Joe spoke, breaking the silence.

“That’s good, considering we’ve been together so long. And I live here. And we do kissing and stuff.” His chest vibrated as he let out a small laugh, and Y/N tilted her head back to smile up at him.

“You’re ruining the moment.” He told her, eyes shining with amusement.

“So sorry, please do continue.” She nodded seriously before shifting to rest her head once again back on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“I love how you appreciate the little things in life. Like the blue of the ocean. Or the calmness of an empty sky. Even the random grocery shopping trips we take at one in the morning. I love that you don’t scold me for climbing into bed too late some nights because I got caught up filming or editing. And that you remember to buy my favourite type of cereal when we start running low. You always seem to know exactly when I need to step back from planning a video, or filming one, or even when I’m editing. And you always make sure that I actually do take a step back.” Joe started to trace circles into her arm, watching the small goosebumps appear along her skin. “I just love that you make all these small things feel like everything. Before you came into my life, I never thought about the small things. They didn’t matter. But now, with you, I realize that they do matter, at times more than the big things. So I wanted to say thank you. And that I love you.”

“Oh Joseph…” Y/N turned her face into his chest, moving her arms around him. He was confused when he felt tears on his chest, and he lifted her head gently, brows furrowing as he looked down at her.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry, love.”

“No, you didn’t.” She let out a watery laugh, shaking her head. “Well, you did, but in a good way.” Stretching up, she placed a kiss on his lips. “You always surprise me at the randomest moments with things like this. I just love you so much.”

Joe grinned as he realized that everything was fine, and he pulled her towards him, kissing her slowly.

“See, the little things.” He mumbled against her lips, drawing another laugh from her lips.

Truth Be Told: Part 2 (Hunter!Cas AU Series)

Summary: Cas reacts to your confession..stuff happens. *I don’t wanna give everything away in the summary SORRY JUST READ IT*

Warnings: language, kind of a cliffhanger?, angst, bar fight, still no smut BUT THERE WILL BE, MY LIL SINNERS. THERE WILL BE.

Word Count: 1300+ (sorry for the short chapter, the next one will be much longer I promise!)

A/N: yay second part! this is my first time writing angst. so yeah. i’m sorry. PS I’m overjoyed at the response I’ve gotten so far with this series! I know this part is kinda tough, but we’ll get through it together, I promise :-) I really hope this doesn’t disappoint!!

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“What?” Cas stared at you with wide eyes, brows furrowed with shock and confusion.

Your heart was racing so fast you thought it just might stop. “Um, yeah. It was you.” You stared at the ground as your hands fidgeted, too nervous to look up.

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"143" Ch.2

“143” Ch.2

After the rival at Tokyo’s Airport and after quietly being chased for fangirls, all the staff of EXO, finally, arrived at the hotel. Here is where your abilities finally came to the picture. After talking with the personnel of the hotel and finally getting the keys, you went back to the staff.

“So, here are your keys, only four people per room, please”- you said as you were given the keys to the EXO members.

“Very well, go ahead and sleep, tomorrow will be a long day.”-the manager said and everyone went their separate ways. As you were walking down the hall to catch the elevator, which would take you to your room, inside where five EXO members:Kai, Tao, D.O, Chanyeol and finally Xiumin. You were feeling agitated. The elevator was already small enough and more people were coming inside as the elevator made stops. Now you were sightly pressed against Kai. You recognized that he using cologne. A very strong one. Your legs were already feeling weak as you felt that the distance between you two was getting smaller. You were determined to look up at his face, pretty sure that his features would be the ones of disgusted.

Saddly, the elevator had made the stop were you needed to get out. With a few “excuse me” you went out of the elevator without a problem. You didn’t know someone was behind you until he tapped on your shoulder and made you turn around.

“Thanks for the blanket”-Chanyeol said as he handed the blanket to you. You weren’t expecting this. You only expected to get it back, but not in this situation. You grabbed the blanket and sightly touched his hand.

“Thank you, I know you most be tired and still you gave it back to me, I really appreciate this”- you said and then again, you thought how horrible you most look in front of Chanyeol as you were pretty sure that by this time all of your make up was gone and your ugly face was showing. At least that was your thoughts.

“It’s nothing… Well I need to go, I need to go back to my room”-Chanyeol always had that smile that could capture any girls heart, but of course your feelings were always last.

“If you need me, just give me a call, my room umber is 341”-you said, only to be kind, he smiled again and as he turned to leave he looked at you one more time, and with a small “thanks” he left.

As you entered the room, you could tell you had roommates.

The room was clearly fit for only 3 people. It had a smile kitchen and a restroom, nothing too fancy, but still the atmosphere was cozy and comfortable. That is when you spotted two beautiful girls. Great, good bye self-steem.

“Hello, my name is_____”- you said with a small reverence and the two girls also did the same.

“Nice to meet you, I am Gyeong”- this girl had long black hair, slim figure, and had that smile that only Koreans could posses.

“Hello I am Myung”-this girl was straight up perfect, her golden hair just above her shoulders and her eyes were as bright as the sun, her clothes made her slim figure stand out. It was going to be torture waking up and trying to compare yourself to them. When in reality, you were so opposite of them. Always so imperfect, so fat and so ugly-

“You can stay in that bed, Gyeong and I will share this bed”- your thoughts were interrupted and once again without making any complaints, you did what you were told.

“So, what’s your job?”- Gyeong asked, already in her side of the bed, ready to watch some TV.

“I am the personal translator”- you said camly as you unpacked your belongings.

“Oh, that most be really nice, I just make sure that all the customs are ready for the performance”- Gyeong said while switching the channels.

“come on? It’s not that bad, I all do is give water to the boys after practice”- Myung said and did as she unpacked her last thing and sightly went to rest next to Gyeong.

“ I don’t even know why I turned on the TV, I can’t understand anything!”- Gyeong said and she turned it off"

“Well, may be we should just go to sleep”

“but I don’t want to”

“Gyeong, we need to wake up early tomorrow”

“ and? I can still do”

“Just go to sleep”

“ but…”

This was going to be a long night.

You were awaken by the sound of the room’s phone ringing. Since you were near it, you pick it up and answer the call.


“______? Can you please come? We need your help”- you recognized this person’s voice. Chanyeol was talking to you through the phone. You looked over and saw that it was 3:00 AM in the morning.

“It’s 3:00 AM in the morning, what do you need me for?”

“Just come”


“Please we need you, we are in room 431”- after listening to him beg, you decided to go over. You quickly looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked uglier, since you didn’t have make up and you had that “I just woke up” face. But you mentally said “I don’t care anymore, I will always look ugly no matter what, so I will just go like this”.

You sightly knocked the door and then again thought this was a bad idea. You waited for a few moments and then you felt strong arms pull you inside the room. Everyone was awake. All 12 wolfs were looking at you. And you regret the idea of not preparing yourself to look better in front of them.

“We want food”

Your face dropped, this wasn’t weird at all.

“Alright, first it’s 3:10 AM in the morning, second, I said four people per room and third, why would you want to eat at this hour, there is not even food,service at this time!”- You said sarcastically, which then you waited for an answer.

“That’s why we need your help”- Oh Sehun said while he looked at you. You looked back at him as you were standing still in front of everyone.

“There is a small convenient store outside the hotel, and since we can’t go out and you are the only Japanese fluent speaker here, we decided to ask for your help…please is just going to be some small stuff”

After Sehun finished, they all waited for your answer. You wanted to say no so badly, but they were all looking at you with those eyes and you just could’t resist. You finally nodded and they smiled and gave you the list of what they wanted. And so you made your way to the store.

“I am back”- you said and you were greeted by all the EXO members, who seem in a such better mood that before. They sure can be organized when they wanted. They moved the beds to the side so they could fit a small table in the middle in front of the TV. They helped you place the bags on the table and they stare to dig in.

“Well, since you won’t need me anymore, I will get going”-you said as you were prepared to leave. But suddenly you felt a strong hand grab yours to hold you up.

“You should stay, after all, you bought this”-D.O , who was quiet at the beginning gave you a small smile.

“Umm, I really should’t…”-you began but were interrupted.

“Come one! It will be fun!”- Kai said and so everyone else stared.

“Yes, at least just have one drink with us!

“Lets celebrate that you are part of the family now!”

“If you go, we will feel bad!”

And so, you stayed. Curiously, you wonder about the true life of this boys. All 12 of them having different feelings and experiences. You also wonder about that night. About how everything went to being awkward to being at a party with your friends. Jokes, laughs, embarrassment. For a moment in your life, you forgot your problems. You forgot about how much you really hate yourself. About never being “enough”.

You felt happy

The last thing you wonder was how in the world you ended up hugging and sleeping in the arms of one of the most perfect boys in the world.

To be continued

A/N: Ch.2 is up! Did you like it? Thanks for reading so far!

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