not mine but i needed it back

The Point

Originally posted by cxhragrove

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Request: Billy angst

AN: Hi. Hello. I’m just going to leave this here and bury myself in my backyard. 

“You have third period free, right?” The boy that Y/N was partnered up with in chemistry, Chris, was standing next to her locker. He nodded. “I’ll meet you at the library tomorrow, then? See how much we can get done. God, I just hate how Mrs. Lewis just piles these things on us as if we have nothing else to do,” Y/N switched the books she had in her hands for the ones needed for homework that night.

A ruckus down the hall caught Chris’s attention, but Y/N knew who it was. Chris looked over Y/N’s shoulder. Y/N rolled her eyes, getting ready for the interaction. Chris sighed.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, alright? We can go over the homework, too. I’m sure I’ll have some questions,” Chris started backing away as Billy and his friends got closer.  

“See you tomorrow!” Y/N called out to Chris. He gave a wave and turned around down the hall.

“Don’t leave on my account, Williams,” Billy yelled down the hall, his voice booming. Chris ignored him and turned down the connecting hall that would lead him to the parking lot.

“Hey! I’m talking to you, Williams!” Billy’s voice turned menacing as he and his friends made their way after him. Y/N grabbed Billy by the back of his jean jacket, trying to hold him back.

What are you doing?!” Y/N screeched at Billy. Billy whipped around, cornering Y/N at her locker. He slammed his hands on either side of her head, making her jump.

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“Hey. You saved my life today, and you may be a total ass half the time, but I need you. We all need you. None of us would’ve survived this place if it wasn’t for you… You want forgiveness? Fine, I’ll give it to you. You’re forgiven, okay? But you can’t run, Bellamy. You have to come back with me.”

Bellamy. If you can hear me, if you’re alive — it’s been 2199 days since Praimfaya. I don’t know why I still do this every day. Maybe it’s my of staying sane, not forgetting who I am. Who I was. It’s been safe for you to come down for over a year now. Why haven’t you?”

being cheryl’s bff and dating sweet pea would include: 🥀🐍

•         them fighting over who gets to see you more 

(because come one they’re both so possessive of who they love)

•        “listen here, sweet pea. she’s mine. i’ve known her since she was a little ugly duckling in middle school, so go back to your snake cave, romeo.”

•        “cheryl you can’t just say that to my boyfriend!”

•        “listen here, blossom. she’s my girl now. and call her ugly one more time, i swear to god.”

•        “you guys need to stop this, this is getting ridiculous. also, thank you very much, cheryl.”

•        cheryl buying you nice things like expensive jewelry, snidely remarking sweet pea would never be able to afford it

•        you getting mad at cheryl, telling her he doesn’t need to

•        cheryl apologizing. after a week.

•        cheryl buying you a bracelet with a snake and lipstick charm on them

•        “don’t you dare to say anything. just give me your arm.”

•        sweet pea unwillingly asking cheryl what to get you for your birthday

•        cheryl being stubborn at the beginning, not wanting to help since she wants to get you the best present

•        sweet pea confessing his feelings he has for you to cheryl, making her realize how much he actually adores you, making her fake gag

•        cheryl sighing in defeat, telling him that you’ve always wanted a picnic at night while rolling hey eyes constantly

•        cheryl threatening sweet pea that if he told you that it was her who told him, she’d make sure this was the last present he ever made you

•        sweet pea threating cheryl because he threatened her

•        you knowing that it was cheryl that gave sweet pea the idea to take you on a nightly picnic

•        thanking her

•        her denying it was her

•        you knowing she is lying but dropping it

•        you not knowing what to get pea for his birthday

•        cheryl smirking and suggesting to buy sexy underwear and to seduce him

•        cheryl calling sweet pea, asking if he liked stockings

•        “how did you even get my number? and why are you even asking me this?”

•        “shut up and answer. i have to get a manicure, so don’t waste my precious time.”

•        sweet pea still being confused by the phone call, hoping cheryl is never going to call him again

•        sweet pea’s eyes popping out when he sees you in red lacy underwear and stockings

•        him connecting all the dots and thanking cheryl blossom for the first time in his life

•        “you’re okay, blossom.”

•        “don’t expect me to say anything nice to you, snake. see you around.”

•        them acting like they hate each other

•        but they like each other. kind of. you just know it

•        cheryl and sweet pea making you the happiest person in the world

In the first series, with Eleven looking like a boy, being mistaken for a boy, and also being mistaken for Will, I wonder if it’s plausible to wonder if Mike liked Will and was unaware of it, and therefore transferred those feelings on to Eleven when she came on the scene. Hence the need for all these blatant parallels to her when Will finally came back. To make us take notice that Mike seems to feel the same about both of them. He cares deeply, is protective, wants to impress and save both of them and is the closest to both of them. While they are both reliant on Mike emotionally and for their safety, and are closer to him than anyone else as well. This is only a theory of mine, but until someone can come forward with another compelling reason for the striking parallels, then I am going to stay suspicious.

anonymous asked:

41 for fenhawke?

“Show me your scars.” “But… why?” “I want to see how many times you needed me and I wasn’t there.” Took the opportunity for a bit of a modern gangster AU.

He says little as they drive. Sitting in the back, one leg crossed over the other, an elbow resting against the window. Mouth against knuckles, studying the passing lights. One after the other, underneath streetlamps. He says little so she says nothing, hands on the steering wheel, checking the mirror. A careful left, turning off the headlights as they move down the alleyway. Crawling to a halt, and the other cars behind them do the same. She opens the door for him, closes it once he’s out. He holds a gun in one hand, other arm in a sling. She reaches for the gun at her belt.

He allows her to lead the way, following behind her, the rest of them like a circle around him. Another opens the door, and she walks through – two quick shots, silenced, catching the bullets and the body, lowering it slowly to the floor. He steps over it as he follows her. They clear the building room by room, and there’s blood on her suit, flecks on white. The last room is louder. She kicks the door open and the rest flood in, she close behind.

Throwing over the table for cover, taking a quick look at those in the room. Two to her left, three on the right. He checks his watch as he waits outside the room. She’s breathing heavy two minutes and thirty nine seconds later, gun in her belt, running a hand through her hair. “We’re ready for you sir,” she tells him. Pushing himself away from the wall, entering the room, and his finger is tapping at the trigger. The one they’ve left alive is sitting on a chair, guarded with hands on shoulders.

“Hadriana,” he says as she pulls up another chair for him, and he takes it, “bold of you to try and kill me.” He gestures at the arm in the sling. Hadriana has blood on her face, but he can’t tell if it’s hers or not. It paints the side of her head, drips around her neck looking not unlike a noose. He lets his elbow rest on his knee as he taps the gun against Hadriana’s knee. She’s glaring at him, lips pursed, a sheen of sweat covering her skin.

“It almost worked,” she spits. At his side, Hawke subtly flinches. A twitch of her brow, nothing more, remembering the failure. Fenris leans back in the chair, chuckles under his breath. This sudden amusement seems to frighten Hadriana more than his anger, and she trembles where she sits. He raises the gun, smiling as he levels it with her head. The others dig fingers into flesh, hold her steady. “Wait! Please! I can tell you where he is, I can give you –”

“I don’t want anything of yours.” The flash is quick, the gun loud.

He says little as they drive. Sitting in the back, one leg crossed over the other and he’s loosening his tie. Light against glass, one after the other, underneath streetlamps. Fenris says little so she says nothing, hands on the steering wheel, pulling up to the building. Hawke opens the door for him, closes it once he’s out. “Come with me,” he says without looking at her. They ride the elevator in silence, stopping at his floor. He passes her the keys, and she unlocks the door. Locking it behind them, and she stands at attention, hands clasped behind her back.

“How long have you been working for me Hawke?” He opens the bottle with one hand, pours a small amount of amber liquid into the glass. He downs it quickly as he leans against the desk, watching as she moves to stand before him. Her hands are still behind her back, and the gun in her belt.

“Seven months, sir.” He puts the glass down on the table.

“I told you not to call me that,” Fenris says, “come help me out of this.”

“Yes sir,” and he scoffs as she moves forward, careful hands at the sling. Putting it on the table as she undoes the button of his suit, gently removes the jacket. Swiftly at his tie, folding it over the jacket, and onto the button down. Button after button, and he remains at ease as she goes. He reaches upwards with his good arm, warm hand at the back of her nape. Pulling her face down, capturing her lips with his. She steps into the kiss as the shirt falls onto the desk, her hands moving over his shoulders, his arms.

She stops when she finds the bandage, the cause of the sling, and frowns. He watches her carefully. “May I look?” She asks. He shrugs. At the metal clasp, rolling the bandage in her hands as she goes. She brushes fingers over the healing scar, the angry red.

“Why did you want to see?” She looks up as his question, as his other hand pulls at her waist.

“I should have protected you, sir. You needed me and I –”

“Ran after the shooter. Interrogated him. Brought me the right information. Allowed for my retribution,” he tells her. “Stop calling me sir.” She keeps her hand over his arm, and that mark, the other at his face. Thumb over cheekbone, tracing the line of his jaw.

“Yes sir,” she smiles against him, swallows his noise of frustration.

anonymous asked:

So like I don't really care about context I just need Logan man handling a squirmy Virgil over his shoulder, could be smut or could be fluff I just need this

Okay but consider:

- Virgil is physically quite smaller than the other sides, so it’s really easy for them all to pick him up. Pat picks him up when he hugs him, Roman gives him piggy back rides sometimes, and Logan just likes to carry his boyfriend around.

- When Virgil falls asleep on the cough, Logan takes him to bed. When they fuck, sometimes Logan will hold Virgil up and fuck him against a wall. When Virgil has a bad day, Logan just holds him close and doesn’t let go until he feels better.

- Sometimes, Virgil’s being too much of a tease. He sits in Logan’s lap and wiggles around, pretending not to notice how hard he gets. Logan often grabs his hips and commands him to stop moving. It rarely works. Virgil just throws his head back onto Logan’s shoulder and gives him a lazy smirk.

- That’s the point where Logan stands up, throws Virgil over his shoulder, and carries him to their bedroom. Virgil yells to be set down and thrashes in Logan’s hold, but they’re little more than token protests. He loves it, and he especially loves when Logan throws him down onto the bed and gets on top of him, promising to make him regret being a tease.

update before i pass out

a combination of staying up all night translating tweets about the aqours in korea fanmeet + seeing LLS s2e7 has officially killed me and i desperately need to catch up on sleep…

i am also unfortunately going on a sudden weekend family trip so i might not get much stuff done in general even if I was conscious;; but i think i’ll be TLing event reports when i get back since a buddy of mine on discord had a VIP seat at the event and has asked me to help him out with a report!

uh if you want random tidbits about the event feel free to look on my twitter (link can be found on my about page). kind of a mess but there’s a lot of cool stuff that happened, including furirin getting burned, arisha being a goddess, shukashuu being a dork, and like a shit ton of kyanrika lmao (im pretty sure like all the kyanrika fans in korea are dead rn judging by how much keyboard smashing was in their tweets). also the yousoroad and kananrail* was a success and when i’m more coherent i’ll write up a proper congratulations about that.

*(this refers to the parts in koiaqua and hpt when an ultra blue road forms during you’s solo and two lines of ultra green form during kanan’s solo respectively. the korean fans put a huge amount of effort into organizing this - they made 3d videos, pushed hard on social media, and passed out pamphlets at the event - and became the first-ever LLS fans to pull off the maneuver. the LL staff tweet from after the event thanking the fans for the “spectacular views” seems to be a direct reference to this.)

btw if any of y’all find any interesting kr fmt reports send ‘em my way and i’ll take a look when i can👀 won’t say much about ep7 for now because ~spoilers~ and feels :’)

anonymous asked:

I am in love with a guy who is not Christian. I know that God wants me to leave it alone. This is THE MOST challenging thing I have ever dealt with in my life. I love this guy so much. 😭 He’s good to me, he cares for me, but he’s not Christian. I make plans to stop talking to him only to go right back... I just hurt constantly regardless. But maybe if I become the person God wants me to be and I leave it alone God will bring him back to me later in life? I cry just thinking about it all...

Hey, I’m sorry it took me a day to answer this. I’m very sorry to hear that you’re going through this rough situation, but I don’t think any advice of mine would truly help you. You say you know what God wants, so if that’s true that might be the path you need to take. I just want to encourage you to draw close to God and see what He will do. In the end, all we can be sure of is that everything He will do will end up being for our good.

God bless. I’ll be praying for you!

when it’s september so you’re skippin this town to get yoself back to Hogwarts where everything is magicool and totally awesome

happy september first to all the hotties nerds and tools (but mostly the nerds)


“he spent five hundred pounds on jeans”

“He’s got his eyebrows plucked and his asshole bleached”

“Tribal tattoos and he don’t know what it means”

“And wears a man bag on his shoulder, but I call it a purse”

“Drinks beer, but has a six pack, I’m kinda jealous”

“He wears sunglasses indoors, in winter, at nighttime”

“Now you’re eatin’ kale, hittin’ the gym”

Originally posted by imabeast78


I feel this connection to her that I can’t explain.