i care about this gang

Big sis Allura’s makin milkshakes 

you know whats better than one baby? SEVEN BABIES!

They all wanted to be Garnet, Garnet is proud of them all anyway UwU

Thomas Hamilton

Thomas Hamilton potentially spent YEARS of his life in THE Bedlam, the original cartoonishly evil mental hospital. He had to endure years of, what we millennials would call torture. From cold baths, purging (forced vomiting), flogging (serious whipping), blood letting and TOTAL isolation. He was probably (definitely) chained and shackled, starved and humiliated. He lived through that. HE SURVIVED THAT.

now or never // sweet pea imagine part 2

Title: now or never

Warnings: none really just your bright mix of fluff, angst, anger

Summary: Sommer decides to take matters into her own hands and confronts our favorite tall serpent at the Whyte Wyrm. 

A/N: literally embarrassed i set the comma in the direct speech wrong all along lmao i’m sorry. aslo i’m really happy how this turned out since i took more time in writing it, trying to really make you feel with the characters through their body language. i’ve read over it so there should be no typos. if you find some, just message me if they’re major and annoying. PLEASE

now have fun!

link to part 1 babes

Originally posted by forsythpjones

Veronica Lodge had called Sommer naïve on my occasions. Like when she came to Reggie Mantle’s defense about listing her name in the playbook, saying he was most likely forced to do so by the other football players. Veronica had only scoffed at that, Betty gently touching her shoulder as if to console Sommer.

If Veronica knew that Sommer was walking down the dimly lit streets on the Southside of Riverdale, she would be furiously dragging her back to the Harris’ residence by her hair.

The wind was howling through the small town, Sommer’s heels clicking on the floor. She wrapped her black coat tighter around her frame, damning herself that she thought wearing a velvet dress underneath was a good idea.

One week had passed since Sommer had seen Sweet Pea last. Whenever she relived his words, they felt like a knife plunging through her heart repeatedly. She doesn’t exactly remember how many times she called him and then hung up quickly because she was unsure of what to say. Should she apologize? For what? For making him feel something other than anger and rage.

Sweet Pea wasn’t one to talk about his feelings, he had never been. But Sommer didn’t need him to.

When he thought she wasn’t looking, she noticed the way his eyes would follow her every movement, the way he would smile affectionately at her when she talked and the sweet nothings he whispered into her ear when he thought she was already sleeping.

It was fear that held him back, that she knew. The fear of loving someone, the fear of being vulnerable and not being able to do anything about it. He was scared she was going to slip through his fingers one day, without him being able to pull her back.

Sommer looked around, checking her surroundings occasionally, making sure she wasn’t being followed as she knew how dangerous this side of town was at night. She checked her phone again, making sure her GPS was leading her in the right direction of the Whyte Wyrm as she had never been there.

Sweet Pea would always tell her that the bar was a local spot for the Southside Serpents to hang out at. Since he used to go there when they couldn’t meet up, this was the place she was most likely going to find him since she didn’t know where he lived.

She checked her attire and sighed. She really could have thought this through, she couldn’t look any more like a prestige Northside girl.

Sommer might as well have worn her River Vixen uniform to paint an even bigger target on her back. She put her hands in the small pockets of her coat and gripped her pepper spray tightly.

The Whyte Wyrm wasn’t like any other bar Sommer had been to. It wasn’t as fancy and exclusive like the one her uncle owned in New York.

As she pushed the red doors open, it reeked of cigarette smoke and a sense of danger hung in the air. As Sommer stood at the entrance, now regretting her decision she even came here, she wished the floor would swallow her in whole. She was sure she had the attention of most of the serpents on her and it wasn’t one she could particularly enjoy.

Sommer closed her eyes and took a deep breath, reminding herself who she was here for in the first place. She quickly scanned the room, looking for the tall, raven-haired serpent but he could nowhere be found.  She spotted a few serpents surrounding a pool table. She took a step forward, hoping Sweet Pea might be amongst them but she felt a hand grip her shoulders.

She froze, her breath quickening as she slowly turned around and looked into the brown eyes of a girl. She was short and had a slim complexion. Her long, wavy hair had streaks of pink in it and she wore a bandana on top of it. Her left eyebrow was furrowed, looking the girl up and down.  She sneered at her and crossed her arms over her chest.

“So, you’re the girl Pea has been going on about,” she declared amusingly, a small smile gracing her face as she bobbed her head. Sommer’s eyes widened in uncertainty.

“He told someone? I mean – it’s not a bad thing you know – but, I mean considering the circumstances.” Sommer let out a breathless laugh and tucked a lock of hair behind her ears, a habit she had, signaling she was nervous. The serpent rolled her eyes.

“Considering you’re from the Northside and he’s a serpent, you mean?

“I don’t care that he’s from the Southside. I don’t care that he’s in a gang. I care about him. And I need this boy to understand that no one walks away from me!” Sommer scowled and the pink-haired girl let out a soft laugh.

“I’m Toni. Toni Topaz,” she introduced herself. Sommer smiled. “Sommer Harris. But you probably know that already.”

“Just so you know, I texted your lover boy. Should be here any second. It wasn’t hard to figure out who you are. What exactly were you thinking when you came here, girl? You’re lucky no one else approached you, might not have ended as nicely.”

“To be completely honest with you, Toni. I didn’t have a plan B. Only a pepper spray which sounds ridiculous now that I say it out loud. But I just…needed to do something.”

Toni gave Sommer a comforting smile, which quickly turned into a grimace as she looked behind the Northsider.

Sommer turned around and saw Sweet Pea taking long strides towards her, his jaw clenched, and anger radiating from him. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He quickly grabbed her by the arm, pulling her with him towards the door. Sommer took one last glance at the pink-haired serpent who waved at her and mouthed a Good Luck to her.

The cold air hit Sommer as Sweet Pea angrily pushed open the doors of the Whyte Wyrm.

Sommer looked up at Sweet Pea, taking in all of him. His messy, dark hair she loved running her fingers through. His plump lips she had missed so dearly and his broad shoulders she would cling on to for dear life.

He looked furious. His brown eyes were narrowed, his muscles tense under his leather jacket and the veins throbbing in his neck.

“What the hell are you doing here, Sommer?” he spat, a scowl on his face. Sommer balled her small fists and took a deep breath as her expression hardened.

“What I’m doing here? What I’m doing here!?” she screeched, her face flushed. “I’m here for you, you cretin. You can’t just expect me to forget about you and move on!”

“Do you know how dangerous and stupid it was of you coming here from all places? Wearing…that! You’re lucky Topaz recognized you and texted me!”

His loud voice boomed through the air and the girl took a step back, wincing at him. His eyes softened at her movement, clearing his throat and opening his mouth to say something.

“I know, okay! This was probably the most stupid and dumbest thing I could have done. But I knew you wouldn’t answer any of my calls and I didn’t know where you lived so this was my best shot. Also, I’m wearing custom-made Louboutins and a Vera Wang coat, thank you very much. I was supposed to go to Nick St. Clair’s party but he’s not worthy of my time.”

Who the hell is Nick St. Clair!?” His shoulders tensed. He couldn’t bear the thought of Sommer getting close to another boy. Sommer rose her eyebrows challengingly, a twinkle in her eyes as she put her hands on her hips, looking up at his tall frame.

“None of your business. Anyways, I’m not here to talk about him. I’m here to ask you something.” Sweet Pea ran his fingers through his hair, seemingly annoyed and wanting Sommer to leave.

“What are you afraid of?” His brows furrowed, looking at her in confusion.

“Is it commitment?” she pushed. He stiffened, and realization dawned on his face as his head lowered, not daring to look Sommer in the eyes. His expression dulled, and he stayed quiet for a few seconds, contemplating on what to say. The silence seemed deafening to both teenagers.

“You should go. I’ll wait for you until you call someone to pick you up.”

He pressed his lips together, though, not being able to hide the crack in his voice and the gloomy look in his eyes as he looked up again.

She inched forward, slowly draping her arms around his neck to hold him in place, hoping he wasn’t going to turn away from her. She looked up at him, eyes gentle and caring.

“I’m not going anywhere, I think you should know that by now,” she said, her voice low. His breaths quickened at the proximity. He had felt lonely for the past few days, yearning to touch her, to hold her close.

He cleared this throat. “I never meant to hurt you,” he began, voice shaking as he was unsure how to put his feelings into simple words. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, Sommer,” he admits, pulling her small frame closer to him by her waist. “I have never felt like this before with any other girl,” he explained, shutting his eyes.

“I’m scared one day you’ll see what I see every day when I look at you. That… you’re simply too good for me, princess.” For the first time in his life, Sweet Pea had laid out his feelings openly, leaving him utterly vulnerable and Sommer stunned and unable to move.

His face twisted. “I can’t afford to lose you,” he added with a mere whisper. Her mouth turned into a smile, her eyes sparkling at his confession.

“Listen here, Sweet Pea. You’re stuck with me now, okay? You have been since the very first day. Don’t ever think for one second that you’re too good for me. Because you’re not. You’re everything I could have asked for,” she said, looking him deeply in his eyes, hoping she would remove every trace of doubt he had in himself.

“If you ride, I’m riding too,” she added, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“You truly are a ride or die, aren’t your Harris. Coming here to the Southside, all by yourself like the badass you are.” He gave her a lopsided grin as he put his calloused hands on either side of her soft face to caress her rosy cheeks. Her face lit up at his affectionate way, enjoying every second of it.

“Don’t ever put yourself in danger for me, got it, baby?” he whispered huskily, his voice laced with concern. He looked at her lips and then into her eyes again.

“I missed this.” She sighed contentedly, causing Sweet Pea to chuckle. He leaned into her, placing a gentle, slow kiss on her lips. Soft and warm, sweet, with a subtle taste of peppermint. It felt like the first time all over again, butterflies erupting in both of their stomachs. Sommer pulled away and leaned her head against his chest as he buried his face into her soft hair, as the smell of pine and lavender mixed.

“Let’s get out of here.”

curodole  asked:

Hi! If you're still doing requests, I would like to dare companions to parody others in the room (Sole included). Thanks!

Thanks for the ask! Hope you enjoy! (and thank you for being a patient and interactive follower 😉 ) ~Lori

Companions are dared to parody others in the room

Cait/Sole: “oh, look at me pickin’ up junk like I’m a foken’ hoarder, while looking at my partners arse. What? Ya need a stimpack? Too foken bad cause i can’t spare any of my 127, heal by yourself! What do ya mean ya don’t like me being mean to that guy? Well fuck you, I like Piper more anyways!”

Codsworth/Ada: “Beep Boob Beep! I am a robot!” (ironic?)

Curie/Dogmeat: She made fake dog ears with her hands and let out a tiny bark-like noise

Danse/Curie: “I was used to be a helpful and useful recourse but now I am an abomination…”

Deacon/Hancock: “Jet for life, 420 blaze it,Of the people for the people all day loongg baby,Faarrr ouuttt man!”

Dogmeat/Strong: He chewed and destroyed a poor lil’ teddy bear on command

Hancock/Preston: “Ohhh yeahhh, help that settlement baby!” *covers crotch* “Holy shit, did you just build a radio beacon?!” *fakes an orgasm*

Macready/Codsworth: He made his best British accent, which happened to be awful; and started mimicking a stereotypical butler, not forgetting to include Codsworth’s complaints about rust and garbage all around.

Nick/ Gage: “I don’t give a damn about people out there, I only care about myself and my gangs…”

Piper/Danse: “Oh no! They entered the power armor! Gahhh! …I jazzed my pants!”

Preston/Maxson: “I can do what is want because I said so! I own the Commonwealth anyways!!” “Whoever gets in my way, I WILL order my followers to kill them while I enjoy my whiskey on my ship!”

Strong/Piper: “STRONG IS NO WEAK LIKE STOOPID WOMAN”

X6-88/Macready: “I have a deadly aim, but an even more deadly breath…. Brush your teeth…”

Maxson/Nick: “I am an abomination, a terrible mistake that aims to ruin humanity… Guess what I am…” *cold look at Nick*

Gage/X6-88: “…I just kill people…for fun! …oh wait… I do that too, shit”

Ada/Cait: With most robotic voice she had, with no emotion, she said “Top o the morning to ya”

Sole/Deacon: “Look at how awesome my hair is, and it is aallll natural … ok so I lied…”

The inevitable (Pt.4)

Genre: Mafia!BTS

Pairing: Yoongi X reader

Fandom: BTS

Summary:  After Hoseok is sick of you moping around after your break up and Yoongi overworking himself he made a plan to put you guys together. Despite surprising you with the sudden meetup you come to terms that maybe it was okay to move on already. He’s a mafia member with a short temper? Well, nobody’s perfect.

Pt.1 // Pt.2 // Pt.3 // Pt.5 // Pt.6

Originally posted by parkejimins

As exhausted as you still were you slowly opened your eyes to take notice at the clock in front of you. It read 8:27 and suddenly your minded was flooded of thoughts of last night. You shake your best friend awake as he slept next to you on the couch. Hoseok groans, grabbing one of your wrists.

“…What is it..?”

“Did Yoongi come home? Did he call either of us? Oh my god, shouldn’t he have been back by now?”

Hoseok finally sits up, stretching his arms. Your rambling wasn’t ideal this early in the morning but he fully understand due to your circumstances.

“Y/N. He’s fine. I promise you that last night and we both agreed to just trust Namjoon. We’ve been with him for years and there’s no way something went wrong.”

You shot him the saddest puppy dog look you could manage, making him feel guilty.

“I’m serious. He’s okay..”

“But what if-“

“Do you trust him?” He asked, looking more serious than usual.

“Well yeah-“

“Then he’ll handle it. Maybe you should just go get dressed and I’ll try to call one of them to see what’s up.”

You were grateful he was here right now because who knows what you would have done without him. You smiled, giving him a hug.

“Thank you for staying with me. I’m sorry I’m such a mess right now.

He sighed, not being able to hold back his own smile.

“Who wouldn’t be when the person they care about is fighting another gang? I mean remember all those times I got into fights and you worried for nothing?”

You nodded.

“I know, I know. He was just already hurt and-….I get it. I’ll just wait for him to come home.”

Hoseok rubbed the top of your head, teasing you.

“Good girl. Now go shower and I’ll see if Yoongi has any food worth cooking. The dude really needs to stock up his fridge but I’m sure you’d be happy to help him with that.”

“Yup~ Since this is his place though I might have to change into his clothes…”

“I doubt he’ll mind. If anything, I think he secretly loves shit like that.”

With a smug look on your face you got up from the couch.

“Good. He should get used to it.” You commented before running off to his bathroom to take a shower.

Hoseok fiddled around the fridge trying to find something edible for you two. He wasn’t the best cook but he prided himself for being able to make basic things when he needed to which was more than you could say for yourself. As he started to pull things out he heard his phone going off somewhere in the living room so he tried to search for it. Long after he heard it ring he still couldn’t find where it was hiding out.

Frustrated he came over to the bathroom door, leaning against it.

“Hey Y/N! Where’s your phone at? I need to call my phone with it!”

You could hear him talking but to no avail were you able to understand him. So, you turn off the shower and wrap a towel over yourself, opening the door.

“What? I can’t hear you when you’re not even talking near the opening.”

Hoseok froze, not expecting you to come out like that. He has assumed you would have just changed in the bathroom and he wouldn’t be seeing you standing there dripping wet in only a towel. This really wasn’t the time for thinking about the things he was but it was bound to happen anyway.

“I-I…um…need your phone to call mine…”

You rolled you eyes. “Alright. Alright. Just make eye contact with me while you talk, please?”

As you walked over to your old pants and pull your phone out of the pocket you hear a sound from the door. When you place your phone into Hoseok’s hand you turn around, standing In the doorway to see a shocked, blood covered boyfriend of yours.  Yoongi’s eye sharpen as he steps over with heavy feet.

“What the fuck is going on?” He growled.

At first all you felt was confusion until you realized how the situation must have looked. You run over to him, afraid to put your hands on him.

“Wait a second! Hoseok was only here to keep me company because I was so frantic while you were gone!”

Yoongi moved past you, ignoring your statement. He stops in front of your friend, glaring up at him.

“I’m out there busting my ass while you’re in here having sleepovers with my girlfriend?”

Hoseok didn’t look threatened though, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms.

“A fight you started. They were just making you clean up your mess.”

Yoongi’s hand flew up and as almost a reflex you grabbed his wrist.

“Do you want a bullet to the throat? I’m on a roll right now and I don’t think you want to be #5.” Yoongi threatened.

“Stop it!” You yelled.

Both of them looked back at you in surprise. You tightened your grip on him, avoiding their gazes. You were sick of these two bickering when nothing had even happened. You were mentally tired and you didn’t need Yoongi getting into a third fight when he was already hurt.

“Look, I’m glad you’re safe but please just shut up for a second! Nothing happened! I was worried sick about you and I thought about going after you but he stopped me! He was there for me and he kept me safe. Doesn’t that matter to you? God, I promise you. Please….just trust me like I trusted you last night.”

Yoongi’s anger completely wiped off of his face. He put his other palm against the hand you used to hold his wrist and pulled you off of him softly. He brought your hand up to his cheek as he stroked it with his thumb.

“…I’m so sorry. I know I worried you..”

Hoseok grabbed his backpack as he began to pack his stuff up to leave but you turned to him.

“Oh wait. I’ll go with you. I just need to change really quick.”

Yoongi still held onto your hand when you tried to walk away. As you felt the small tug you looked back at him.

“Please stay with me a little bit longer.” He said, sounding exhausted.

The pure neediness in his voice struck a chord inside of you. You nodded.

“Yeah. Don’t worry, okay? I’ll stay here with you. Hobi you can call your phone with mine so you can find it. Just leave it on the coffee table afterwards.”

Hoseok only gave you a short look before putting your phone up to his ear in search of his phone. You pull Yoongi’s hand along to his bedroom.

“Can I borrow some of your clothes?” You asked.

He nodded, sitting down on the bed next to you. He watched as you wondered around the room trying to find the right drawer of clothes.  As soon as you opened the correct drawer you stopped, thinking of something you should have asked earlier.

“That blood…Isn’t yours, right? You’re not hurt, are you?”

He had a zoned out look to him that you couldn’t place. It’s like he wasn’t fully there when you were talking to him. He’s been through a lot the past few nights so you couldn’t help but still worry about him despite standing right behind him.

“No, babe. I’m not hurt.”

You slide the clothes on easily since he wasn’t planning on turning around as you changed. When you finished, and you came up to him he seemed a bit happier, giving a small smile as he reached for your hand. You reached for the ends of his shirt, pulling it over his head.

He gave off a little smirk. “Is this a reward for living? Because I was thinking about you too the entire time I was out there.”

“Maybe later. For now you’re filthy and covered in someone’s blood. You need a shower.”

Yoongi threw himself back on the bed.  “At least lay with me for a bit.”

“Nope. Shower, Min Yoongi or I swear I will leave with Hobi.”

And that was the fastest you had seen that boy jump up from his bed. At least you knew he really wanted you there. Maybe he did deserve a bit of a reward. You bit your lip, getting a pretty good idea.

strangerest-things  asked:

What did you think of episode 7 in s2?

OKAY! I am glad somebody asked me this! episode 7 is actually one of my favorite episodes. I Understand why people didn’t like it. It was literally so different from anything we have seen in the show so far and I feel like that is partly why people didn’t like it… because it was literally so different. I have seen so many people talk about how much they hate Kali and her gang. They talk about how manipulative Kali was and how she was only using El. Now i do agree that Kali was manipulative and it was wrong of her to push El into thinking revenge is the best route, but i think that she genuinely did care about El and i thought her gang was actually entertaining??? lol people are probably gonna hate me for saying that. Also, The scene where Kali made El see Papa was heartbreaking and i hated Kali for doing that but I think that scene was necessary. The whole episode was necessary for El’s character development. And i hate when people say it wasn’t. It shows that Even though El and Kali grew up in the lab being tortured and forced to awful things, Kali and El have completely different ways of dealing with it. Kali Is taking out her anger and is out to get revenge and El in my opinion, is keeping everything bottled up inside. And two scenes stick out to me the most in that episode. The one where El moves the train and the one where Kali and El break into the man from the lab’s house and El Is about to kill him. Both scenes show that El has Anger, A lot of anger bottled up inside. In the train scene, she uses the anger she has and it allows her to unlock something inside her and is able to use her powers to move the train which comes into affect again in the last ep where she closes the gate. The other scene is where El is choking the man with her powers and she is about to kill him. She has so much anger and has every right to not show him any mercy but something amazing happens. El sees a picture of the man with his two daughters and lets him go.. and then she even stops Kali from shooting him. That Scene is literally why i love episode 7 so much. It shows that even though El has had her whole life taken away from her…she was tortured in the lab…they hurt her mother..and treated her like absolute shit! she still has compassion and a good heart. It shows that even though she could be a monster and get revenge, she chooses not to and i think that is beautiful. That is the difference between Kali and El and i think that is why i loved episode 7 and think it was great.  one last thing is that i thought the writing and the acting in that episode was phenomenal! and it makes me sad to see such bad reviews on that episode because Millie was great! I mean she always is but she really did shine in that episode and Linnea plays Kali really well. Anyways that was my thoughts on episode 7! sorry i talk too much lol

ok but,,,, headcanon that lance unironically loves shitty early 2000s pop and it’s like half of his ipod and sends keith random lyrics from it bc he knows keith hates it and everytime keith gets a random message from lance, he just knows it’s to mess with him

but when lance starts to like him he starts sending him stuff like “HEY HEY YOU YOU I WANNA BE YOUR BOYFRIEND” and “THERE’S NO OTHER SO WHEN’S IT GONNA SINK IN” and keith is very confused like “???? that’s not how that song goes????”

AND THIS GOES ON FOR WEEKS TILL LANCE FINALLY JUST ASKS HIM OUT AND KEITH IS SO CONFUSED AND LANCE JUST YELLS “I SENT YOU THE LYRICS TO GIRLFRIEND HOW DO YOU NOT GET THIS” and keith just goes “MAKES I DONT KNOW NOISE”

Doll? {Peter Pan Imagine}

Originally posted by lostgirl14480

Originally posted by gurl

Peter Pan Imagine 

 Part III of here

Author: Joi A. Wade 

Requested: YES,  Part 3 to Doll?,  PART THREE PLEASE AHH UR SO TALENTED.. Sorry I got too excited I didn’t specify but your Peter Pan greaser AU is the best thing I’ve read in a while I’m in love!!, Are you gonna do a part three for “Doll?” the Peter Pan imagine? I love the whole concept and I need more!!😫😫😫Love ya!!😘, U should do Part 3 to doll I luv it !😀😀😊😊😍 The doll series is literally my favorite peter pan x reader I’ve ever read! You did AMAZING❤ Really hope you continue it😘Will ‘doll’ have a part 3? Please tell me there is! I love UR writing,  The doll series is literally my favorite peter pan x reader I’ve ever read! You did AMAZING❤ Really hope you continue it😘 ,  Omg I love doll!!!! Please say there’s going to be a part 3!?!? Ps I love your writing!;) x,  please please please make a doll part 3!!!! pretty please 😘💚

Note: gOOD LORD here ya guys go! 

Warnings: SHORT, swearing, greaser!Peter, soc!Reader


Two days have passed since the incident on Friday. It was now currently Sunday in the evening, as Peter raised from his uncomfortable couch in the Lost Boys’ hideout, with a large groan. He rubbed his eyes, the faint sunlight that shined through the windows he mentally cursed at, as a hangover was evident thanks to the past rough and sleepless nights. After what he said to you, he couldn’t bare the thought of you out of his life from now on. He thought he would feel better after telling you his true feelings, but now…he feels like the complete definition of shit. 

Why did you have to be a Soc? Why did he have to be a greaser? 

Those same questions echoed through his head, but were soon dismissed once loud knocking on the door made him cringe with agony. That headache was no joke. 

Getting up in a huff, he threw the now empty beer can to the ground with a small clank, stomping over to the door. Opening it with such force, it practically left a dent in the wall he slammed it into. The person behind the knocking was none other than Felix himself, who was out of breath from sprinting to the hideout. He knew Peter wouldn’t be at home, there was no reason for his mother to know why he was in such a funk, she never liked you to begin with. When his eyes adjusted to the bright light, Peter glared at his friend, waiting for him to catch his breath. 

“What are you doing here, Felix?” 

The boy couldn’t answer, he was out of too much oxygen. With a roll of his eyes, he invited him in, already making his way to the ‘kitchen’ (which was just a mini fridge in the middle of the living area) and pulled him out a cold one. Felix, noticing the drink in his hand, grabbed it without hesitation, practically gulping it down in one sitting. Finally caught up with his breathing, he spoke. 

“I-I’ve…been worried..sick. Man, I haven’t seen or heard from you since Friday, neither has any of the boys, we thought you’ve gone off somewhere and left town. Are you alright?”

With a slight scoff, Peter sat back on the couch, hands behind his head in an act of relaxation. “Never better. The girl of my dreams rejected me, because she only sees me as filthy trash, what more can a guy ask for?” 

Sighing, Felix scratched his head. “So, I take it you’re not doing alright, then?”

“Why are you really here?” 

“Look, man…I know she hurt ya, real bad, but come on! You can’t just lock yourself in the hideout because of some bitch with her nose so high in the air she can smell Jesus Christ himself.”

Peter shot up from his position on the couch, grabbed Felix by his collar and shoved him into the wall. His once dull eyes filled with hatred and anger in one split second as he stared down the taller boy. 

“Don’t you ever, ever call Y/n ‘some bitch’. She is nothing like those girls we always fooled around with, ya dig? Y/n is more than that, and if-” Before he could finish, Felix was staring at him with a grin that just screamed ‘I knew it.’ Letting him go, Peter backed away with his face in his hands, mentally kicking his own ass for spilling too much, too fast. 

“You’re not over her. You never were and never will be.” He crossed his arms, watching as Peter stared at the ground. “Listen, buddy. I care about you, we’re all we have, the gang is worried, man. If you stay in here and be a sap over Y/n, then you’re practically letting the socs win!”

“I don’t care about no damn socs, alright? I care about Y/n and Y/n only…no matter what I do, or what I say, nothing will change that. Not my mum, not socs, not Thomas…but I’m nothing but a greaser…”

“When has that ever stopped you, huh? Last time I checked if a greaser wanted something, he’d take it. Nobody, no one would tell him he could’t have it or get in his way. A greaser fights for what they want, and if you want Y/n, stop being a pussy and fight!” Felix shoved Peter in the chest roughly, almost making him stumble back. With an irritated look, Peter shoved him back, a fire within him burning yet again. “Oh? You don’t like that? What are you going to do about it, huh?”

Felix shoved him again, only harder. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

One more shove sent him over the limit. He was already angry thanks to the hangover, adding on would be the lack of sleep, and alcohol, so of course he was on the verge of exploding. He just needed the right push.

With a swift motion, Peter socked him in the jaw without warning, sending the greaser smack-dab onto the floor, groaning. With one hand on his jaw to put it back in place, he smirked up at Peter. 

“There’s the fighter!” He stood up with his hand still on his jaw, while patting him on the shoulder with his other. “You want your girl? Fight for her at John’s party tonight.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“You know those girls that was with Y/n at the drive in? One of them is real sweet on me, and I made her promise that Y/n would be there. Fight for her there, take what’s yours and don’t take no for an answer!”

“Not really the best choice of words,” He shook his head, crossing his arms. “But, alright. I’m down. I could use a night out anyway.” 

“Perfect. Peter Pan is back!” 

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Nighttime had finally rolled in, and the worst time to have a party would be a Sunday night. Or maybe it was just another way of saying: ‘We’re going back to hell soon, party like it’s your last.’

Everyone was planning to be there, from greasers, to socs, to mid-class, you name it. From ages fetus to skeleton, anyone was invited to the party. As soon as it got started, you and a few of your friends were dancing it up on the dance floor, having a good time. The music was blaring The Rolling Stones, putting a good vibe to the sour mood you’ve had the past couple of days. You were glad your friends talked you into going, you were kind of skeptical at first. Afraid of running into…you-know-who. 

One of your friend’s tapped your shoulder, bringing you back down to earth. 

“Y/n, this is Franklin,” She gestured to the nerdy mid-class boy, him waving shyly at you. “Franklin here wanted to dance with the prettiest girl at this shindig, and I quickly had to introduce you two.”

“Oh uh, hello. Uhm, that’s a nice thought, but…I think I’m doing fine dancing on my own, thank you-”

“Y/n. We talked about this, you need a new love interest to get your mind off that greaser trash!” She spoke through gritted teeth, suddenly making your blood boil.  

“He’s not greaser trash, Cindy! I wish you would stop calling him that!”

“And I wish you would move on like he did! Open your damn eyes, Y/n, he’s not good enough for you and never will be! I brought you out here tonight to find a guy who isn’t a complete dick, and you’re not making an effort of doing so!”

“You know what, I need a drink. Maybe you and Franklin can get to know each other while I’m gone. I’m sure he likes the prissy and uptight ones, with their skirts shoved up their asses.” 

With that, you walked away from the two, leaving them stunned. That Friday night changed you, that’s for sure. You saw yourself and your life in a new light, and it was either for the better or the worst. All at the same time you were almost raped by the man you thought loved you, only to be saved by the man you never gave the time of day since the 7th grade. Never even got the chance to say thank you, either. Once you finally made it to the drinking table, you prayed this time the punch wasn’t spiked, the last thing you wanted was to be drunk and vulnerable in a house filled with almost complete strangers. 

As you poured yourself some punch, a slight chill ran up and down your spine all of the sudden. The drink soon forgotten as you felt hands caress your waist, down to your bum, and the warmth of someone pressed up against you from behind. You were about to turn around and smack the shit out of whoever dared to touch you in such a way, until a whisper struck your ear. You tensed up stiff once you recognized who it was.

“Miss me, doll?”  

Special Kinda Woman: Overwatch

Laying in bed, your eyes settled on your alarm clock, the red numbers showing bright and distinct against the black face. 10:00 AM. With a groan, you went to roll out of bed, slightly annoyed when two strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into bed and holding you in place against a strong, fuzzy chest. Again.

“Jesse, I gotta get up. I have chores to do.” Again you tried to get up, and again you where pulled into the man’s warm embrace.

“Just a little longer, darlin’.” He hummed, nuzzling his nose into your hair as his strapping arms gave you a squeeze.

“You said that three hours ago.” you chirped, making no effort to hide your irritation.

“Ten more minutes.” The cowboy muttered.

Rolling over in his grasp, you studied the face of your love, brushing his dusty brown locks out of his face so you could cup his cheek. He looked tired, both physically and mentally, eyes weary as they looked up at you.

“What’s wrong Jesse?” your voice was soft, soothing as you stroked his cheek. “You never stay this long. Did something happen at work?”

It was true, things had changed since that visit three years ago, when you and Jesse had finally been honest with just how much you needed each other. He visited more often now and for longer. His visits could last anywhere from a couple days to a whole month, and he rarely was gone for more then six months. He even called more often now, your phone usually ringing every other day, his gruff voice on the line, checking on how you were and keeping you updated on what he was doing. You enjoyed what you had with the cowboy. You loved him, and knew he loved you in return, but you also enjoyed the space and freedom your relationship allowed.

For two months now Jesse had been staying with you. The longest visit he had ever had. You knew something had to be eating at him. He wasn’t acting like his usual self. He slept most of the day, and was up all night. He was drinking more then usually, and just moped around the house. Today marked a full week since he had been outside.

“It’s nothing, darlin’.” he said, unconvincingly. Leaning up, he captured your lips, though the kiss was half hearted and weak.

“You say that every time. But your not acting like yourself, Jesse.” Grabbing his shoulder, you refused to let him roll over, making him face you as you insisted on getting an answer. “Please, I’m worried about you. After all we’ve been through, you can talk to me.”

Looking up at you, you could see the reluctance in his eyes, brows turned up in uncertainty as he argued with himself. He trusted you. Lord knew he trusted you. There wasn’t a thing in the world he couldn’t tell you. But he wasn’t sure he knew how to put what he was feeling into words, wasn’t sure he wanted to open that dam. But as you looked at him, concern and uncertainty in your eyes, he felt compelled to open up. He hated to see you so worried. He had worried you enough already for one lifetime. With a sigh, he sat up, closing his eyes as he tried to think of where to start.

“We lost Captain Amari…”

“Oh, hun. I’m so sorry.” Wrapping your arms around him, you held him close. At first he just lay there, but as you stroked his hair, laying gentle kisses on the top of his head, the man caved, burying his face into you as he clung to your soft form. Taking deep breaths, you could tell Jesse was fighting back tears, something you hadn’t seen him do since he was a young teen. You had heard about Ana Amari upon occasion, Jesse spoke of her with great respect and admiration. But you hadn’t realized they had been this close. A small pang of jealousy lodged itself in your heart like a thorn. “I didn’t realize you two were so close.” You hated the words that slipped past your lips. You should be comforting him, not acting like an insecure teen. Luckily, Jesse didn’t seem to notice, or maybe he just ignored the statement.

“She was exactly what I needed when I first came to Overwatch. She was so rigid about training and rules, but she was understanding. She never judged me for my past. She cared so much about the people working under her. I hadn’t had that before.” I cared about you like that. “I thought I did with the Deadlock gang, but when I saw how Ana treated her people, how hard she fought to protect them, I knew I had never had that.” You thought about how you had left home, the only time in your life, you had hopped on a train, alone at seventeen, just for the chance to save the man you held now. “For thirteen years I fought with that woman. She inspired me. She made me want to be better. Make something of myself.” You fought back the bitterness that clouded your heart. You had been there for him. You had believed in him when no one else had. You had always known he would be great someday. “I guess, she was everything I had always imagined my mother should be.” Your hand stilled, no longer stroking his hair as you looked down at the man that lay curled up in your arms.

Jesse had never spoken of his mother. In the twenty four years you had known him, he had never once mentioned his mother. You had always assumed she had died giving birth to him. No one in town spoke of her and your parents had diverted the conversation the few times you had asked. But Jesse, he had never once even acknowledged the fact he had a mother, not even to you. Just as he feared, as he opened up to you about Ana, so many thoughts and feelings overwhelmed him, pouring out as he remembered so many things he had buried away for so long.

“My mom left when I was five. I still remember the way she looked at me that day. Like I was some piece of trash she wanted to throw into a burn pile. I begged her to take me with her, but she said I had too much of my father in me. That I’d end up just like him.” Rolling out of your grasp to lay on his back, Jesse’s arm rested over his face, hiding his eyes from you as he drudged up memories that had lay dormant for so many years. “I met you about a year later. I was so full of rage and pain. I tried so hard to push you away, guess I was just afraid of being hurt again. But you never left. No matter what I said, no matter what I did to you, the next day you’d greet me with a smile and a wave. Like nothing had happened.” In your mind, you saw a six year old Jesse, dirty and tattered, always lashing out, always getting into fights. But you had never minded. He had never seemed that bad to you. “I made a lot of stupid decisions when I was young, but you were always there, standing by my side. I can’t imagine how bad off I'da been without you.” uncovering his face, glossy brown eyes looked up at you, sad and remorseful as they studied you. “If it weren’t for you, my mother would have been right. I would have ended up just some good for nothing nobody, drunk in some alley.”

“Jesse, what’s going on? This isn’t like you. Where is all this coming from?” You were frightened by the look in his eyes, so weak, so vulnerable. A part of Jesse you had never seen. Laying there in your bed, he seemed so frail, spilling all his deepest, most personal thoughts. Thoughts he was afraid even to admit to himself most of the time.

“Overwatch if falling apart.” He continued, gaze shifting to stare at the ceiling. “Jack and Gabe are at each others throats more then ever. There’s so much in fighting. It’s chaos. Nothing makes Gabe happy anymore. He’s always sulking and picking fights with people. He’s been doing all this secret stuff that’s coming out, stuff I’m not sure I can support, even if he was doing them for the right reasons.” As Jesse’s hands clenched around the sheets, you moved to lay your small hands over his own, fingers barely able to wrap around the back of his hand. “The man is the closest thing I’ve ever had to a father, I want to stand with him, but he’s going down such a dark path. I’m just not sure I can follow him there.” You gave his hands a squeeze as Jesse closed his eyes again, fighting some internal battle as he was overcome by the struggles of his current situation. “I finally got to a good place, I can’t go back to that life of hate and anger. I was so lost in it when I was younger. I cursed the world for letting my mom leave, sticking me with that bastard. All that hatred was eating me alive. I can’t go back there. I- I just cant follow him there.” Leaning over him, you lay a soft kiss on his forehead, bringing him back to you before he became too lost in his problems.

“Then don’t.” Combing your fingers through his hair, you were comforted by how he leaned into your touch, welcoming your reassurance as you gave his lips a soft peck. “If Overwatch is in as much disarray as you say, maybe it’s time you move on. You need to take care of yourself. There’s plenty of good you can do outside of Overwatch.”

“I’m just not sure I can abandon everyone. They’re like family to me.”

“Jesse, Overwatch is going down. With or without you. You need to protect yourself. Otherwise, you’ll be dragged into the middle of things.” He knew you were right, knew he couldn’t stay. He had known that for about a year now. But for almost half his life now, Overwatch had been is world. It was scary, they idea of leaving, finding something new. Where would he go? What would he do? There was still so much in his past he wanted to atone for. With Overwatch, he felt he could do that. He could redeem himself from his past crimes. What was he supposed to do now?

As he lay there, mulling over all the possibilities in his head, you waited patiently. Petting his hair, you offered silent support as Jesse struggled with his conflict. Finally, after several moments of deep meditation, brown eyes met yours, vulnerable and sincere.

“No matter what happens, you’ll stay with me, right?”

“Always.” Leaning down, you took his lips, his fingers tangling in your hair as he reciprocated. It was a needy kiss, as if he was looking for all the answers to his questions in that contact. But as he pulled away, you were sure he found at least one of them.

“Alright. I’ll set out tomorrow. I’ll get my stuff and tell Morrison I’m leaving. Then I’m coming home.” Sitting up, he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he kissed along your neck. You let out a giggle, his scruff tickling your neck. “Come on, darlin’. I’ll help you with those chores.” Climbing out of bed, you admired the man’s butt as he walked out off the door, stocking off to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee.

anonymous asked:

this season so far has really opened my eyes when it comes to the girl squad. I always thought those girls are the best of friends, but through Sana, it seems they're not really like that? Those friendships seem super shallow to me; all they talk about is hooking and partying. I understand those things are a part of teenagers' lives, but I talked about politics and books and personal struggles with my friends? The only ones who seem to care about these things are Noora and Sana. Disappointed.

I think Vilde and Eva are probably getting hyped up on the whole thing because Eva used to be ostracised and alone and Vilde always craved being popular and now she’s hanging out with some of the most popular girls in school. So they’re taking the thing a bit far. Like whenever you discover a new passion; and yes, I think socialising and drinking can be a passion…like Daniel Radcliffe said (I’m paraphrasing) “some people get addicted to heroin, so getting addicted to a book series seems very OK” and another quote, this time from ‘King of Kong’ “I don’t drink, I don’t smoke, I don’t do drugs…I play video games!”; and you get so engrossed by it it kind of becomes your identity for a bit?
As for Chris I have no idea what’s going on. She’s the one who introduced Sana to the group and seemed to be her first friend in the girl squad and now she seems to barely notice her.
I’m glad Noora is here. I never cared much for Noora (sorry) but I’m glad she’s here for Sana. Even though she’s been insensitive as well.

I’m sad about the girl squad but it’s nothing new, especially regarding Vilde. But also regarding the whole group. From Eva and Noora’s POV we never really saw the girls taking an interest in Sana’s life. They always seemed to kind of go with this badass image they have of her.
“Oh yeah Sana you know, she’s so strong she doesn’t care about all the bullshit. She’ll always be good old Sana.”

I think it’s interesting that we’re shown it, tbh. I think it’s interesting Julie knows we care about the gang and yet still decided to show them as extremely flawed. So flawed we’re resenting them now. I think it’s interesting because it gives an insight into what a lot of POCs must feel when surrounded with white people. Alienated. Always doing the emotional labour but rarely benefiting from it.

I hope the girls do some heavy soul-searching and apologising by the end of this season.

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Like Her - Part 2 (C.H.)

A/N: I was asked if I was going to make a Part 2, so here it is. Enjoy! :)

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“What the hell was that, Y/N?!” Calum yelled at me once Harry’s truck disappeared from sight.
I rolled my eyes. “It was me saving your ass. A ‘thank you’ would suffice.”
“I could have handled that without your help.”
I scoffed. “Please. If it wasn’t for me, you’d have a bullet through your head right now.”
That only seemed to enrage Calum. “If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have been given some ultimatum in the first place!”
I glared at him. “I told you from the very start that if you didn’t want me I would leave, but you kept on insisting that you wanted me in your stupid gang!”
“I want you in the gang, but when you pull stupid, reckless shit like that, you need to learn to take a step back and let me handle it.”
“Yeah, because you were handling it so well.” I told him with a sarcastic eye roll.
His body started to shake slightly from the rage and I knew that look in his eye better than anyone else. It didn’t matter that I had just met him. That look would always appear the same regardless of whose eyes they were.
He took a threatening step forward with his right arm half raised and his hand clenched into a fist. 

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