I write imagines based on gifs :) requests: closed [x] [Started April 2017] [Ended January 2019] Highest Rankings: #3 in gifs (12.1.19) #39 in ouat (12.1.19)

Senior year finally arrived, and you couldn't wait to leave as soon as the year finishes. Sure you'll miss the school dramas, blossoming friendships, since it made your experience rather interesting. But what made it more of a fun experience, was the arrival of the new kid, Robbie Kay. His attitude screamed egotistical, his appearance was sex, and his behavior danger. He wasn't your average teenager, he'd rather enjoy drowning himself in parties, and screwing every girl he sees in the locker room. And you happened to be his next target. Will you play hard, or surrender? update july 11, 2021: on the note that i've written this years ago, i apologize for the ignorance i had whilst producing this poor excuse of a fanfic. being exposed to the internet at a young age, i hadn't realized the effect i had with sharing my works online, as i wrote this purely for fun. i take full responsibility for the awful things i may have said/written and will continue to move forward to grow as a person. i thank those constructive (and albeit humorous) commentary that i still see from my old email, and thank you for pointing out the flaws from the past. y/n has been normalized to become such a flat character, and i applaud our generation for noticing this. so thank you, and i will continue to carry out the things you have all taught me today. <3

"I do all this for you." Robbie shouted. "I killed all those people for you (Your Name)." Tears ran down his face as he talked. Fear grow even more in me as he walked closer. "I do all this cause I love you. Why is it so hard for you to fell the same way?"

[ COMPLETED ] [BOOK HAS BEEN HEAVILY EDITED & IS UNDERGOING MORE EDITING BC 13 Y/O WRITING IS BAD AND I HATE THIS AND IDC ANYMORE PLS STOP ATTACKING ME] Adelaide Weller is a 17 year old girl.. with a fear of the monster under her bed. But is it a monster, or a boy? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- This story features dArK, slightly diSTuRBiNg & eXTrEMeLy cRiNgEy Pan, so be warned. SERIOUSLY, I wrote this book to unhinge the romanticizing of a toxic boy, and the violence he would put someone in this position through. THIS. IS. NOT. A. ROMANCE. THIS BOOK MAKES ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE IDK WHY YALL STILL READ IT BUT GO OFF IG <3 I do put warnings on chapters with "swearing" and "violence" however if you don't find it to be represented as such, just remember that other people might see it that way so that's why I put it there.

"They claim that you are.. promiscuous, and unashamedly so." I said boldly, as we were alone in the vast hall. "Promiscuous?" he chuckled, a sheepish grin crawling upon his face. "No, Ms Devereaux, I simply dip my cup where there is plenty, and my dear, the world's pleasures are undoubtedly plentiful." he stated, lowering his voice. His eyes - full of mischief as he tossed the apple, catching it in his palm as it fell. "If only you are willing take them." He placed the fruit in my hand and with a nod of his head, he turned on his heel and left me without words.. {cover creds: robbie-idkay on Tumblr}

"he saw the darkness in her beauty. she saw the beauty in his darkness." ~~~ Jaelyn Blake is known for being the freak who thinks her brother was taken away to Neverland, all because of one boy. Peter Pan. She hasn't seen her brother in a year. After leaving the mental institution, she plans to restart her life. But, anything can change in one night. What will happen when she comes face to face with the demon yet again?

"I don't want to exist, I want to live. I want even the darkest pieces inside her. I want to kiss the sorrow off her skin. Isn't that what love is? Isn't that what this beautifully constructed torture feels like? But I want the same from her. The power-hungry part of me wants something in return. I want her to love even the most monstrous parts of me. I want her to love me for the madman I am."