#im open for debates but anyone attacking me will get blocked and fucked with

[merwgue]

As a 100% Palestinian reader, I cannot help but draw unsettling parallels between A Court of Thorns and Roses (ACOTAR) and the Israel-Palestine conflict. And before anyone jumps in to say, "It's just fantasy, stop politicizing it," let me point out that fiction, especially high fantasy, has always drawn from real-world politics, whether the author intends it or not. In the case of ACOTAR, Sarah J. Maas has created a world where the power dynamics between Velaris and the Hewn City uncannily reflect the realities of Israel and Palestine—and frankly, it’s disturbing.

Let’s dig into the specifics.

Velaris vs. Hewn City: The Clear Israel-Palestine Parallel

In ACOTAR, Velaris is depicted as a glorious utopia—an elite city hidden from the rest of the world, full of freedom, creativity, and unending peace. It’s where the privileged live in perfect harmony, far removed from the chaos and conflict in the outside world. Now, look at how Israel is often framed: a “beacon of democracy” in the Middle East, a place where "civilization" thrives, while the rest of the region is portrayed as chaotic and violent.

Then there’s Hewn City, the dark, dangerous underbelly that exists under Rhysand’s rule. It’s described as a place full of corruption, violence, and depravity, where the people are so unruly and savage that they must be kept at arm’s length, locked away to protect Velaris and its precious, innocent inhabitants. This mirrors the common portrayal of Palestine in Western media as a place full of violence, where the people are oppressed because, according to the dominant narrative, they bring it on themselves. The inhabitants of Hewn City are viewed as a threat, just as Palestinians are often seen as the aggressors, needing to be kept in check for Israel’s “safety.”

Rhysand’s control over Hewn City reflects the very real power imbalance in Israel’s occupation of Palestine. In the books, the people of Hewn City are confined to their dark, hidden underground realm, much like Palestinians are restricted to Gaza and the West Bank by Israeli checkpoints, walls, and permits. They cannot freely access the beauty and prosperity of Velaris, and the few times they are allowed into the city, they are treated as dangerous outsiders who must be closely monitored. It’s the same system of segregation and restriction that exists in Israel and Palestine today.

"Safety" and the Need for Control: The Dangerous Narrative

One of the main justifications Maas uses for keeping Hewn City locked away is the trauma of Mor, who was abused by her family in the Hewn City. Let me be clear—abuse is horrific, and no one should have to experience what Mor did. But to use her trauma as a reason to vilify an entire city and keep its people under strict control? It’s an incredibly troubling justification, one that mirrors the very rhetoric used by Israel to justify its occupation and restrictions on Palestinians.

Israel often cites the need for “security” and “safety” as a reason for its continued control over Palestinian territories. The narrative is that Palestinians are inherently violent, prone to terror, and therefore must be locked behind walls and checkpoints for Israel’s protection. In ACOTAR, the people of Hewn City are portrayed in a similar way: dangerous, aggressive, and in need of control. Velaris is the “good” city that must be protected at all costs, and Hewn City is the sacrifice made to ensure that peace. Sound familiar?

Mor’s trauma is used as an excuse to justify Rhysand’s iron grip over Hewn City, much like the trauma of Israelis is used to justify the occupation of Palestine. The people of Hewn City are collectively punished for the actions of a few, just as Palestinians are collectively punished for the actions of extremists. The fact that Velaris thrives in peace while Hewn City remains locked away in the dark reflects the very real power imbalance in Israel and Palestine, where one group’s safety and prosperity are maintained at the expense of another’s freedom.

Rhysand: The Benevolent Dictator with a Savior Complex

Let’s talk about Rhysand, the High Lord of the Night Court, who controls both Velaris and the Hewn City. Maas portrays him as this noble, benevolent ruler—someone who’s doing his best to maintain peace and safety for his people. He’s painted as the ultimate savior, the one who can juggle the pressures of keeping Velaris prosperous while keeping the “dangerous” people of Hewn City under control. But beneath this facade of benevolence lies a savior complex that echoes the very rhetoric used by Israel to justify its control over Palestinian land.

Rhysand’s rule over Velaris and the Hewn City isn’t just about keeping peace—it’s about maintaining power. Velaris thrives on the backs of the people of Hewn City, who are kept locked away for the benefit of the elite. Similarly, Israel’s success and security often come at the cost of Palestinian freedom. Rhysand’s grip on Hewn City reflects Israel’s grip on Palestine: it’s about control, power, and making sure that the oppressed stay oppressed while the privileged thrive.

And let’s not forget the fact that Maas tries to make us believe that Rhysand is the “good guy” in all of this. Much like how Western media often portrays Israel as the victim, Maas paints Rhysand as someone who’s just doing what needs to be done to keep his people safe. But the reality is that his rule is built on subjugation and control, just as Israel’s dominance over Palestine is built on occupation and oppression. Rhysand’s actions, like Israel’s, are justified in the name of “security,” but at what cost? The people of Hewn City are treated like criminals, locked away from the light, while Velaris basks in its utopian glow.

The Hewn City’s Lack of Freedom: A Reflection of Palestine’s Struggle

The people of Hewn City have no freedom. They are not allowed to live their lives in peace, to enjoy the beauty of Velaris, or to have the same opportunities as the citizens of the Night Court’s capital. They are kept in the shadows, oppressed, and forced to submit to Rhysand’s rule. This mirrors the very real struggles of Palestinians, who are confined to small, restricted areas, denied basic freedoms, and subjected to daily humiliation at checkpoints.

In ACOTAR, Maas paints Hewn City as a dangerous place that must be kept separate from Velaris for the safety of the people. But what she’s really doing is justifying oppression in the name of security—something that Palestinians have been dealing with for decades. The walls and barriers that exist between Velaris and Hewn City are no different from the walls and checkpoints that divide Israel and Palestine, keeping one group oppressed while the other thrives.

Conclusion: The Troubling Parallels in ACOTAR

As a Palestinian reader, it’s impossible to ignore the troubling parallels between ACOTAR and the Israel-Palestine conflict. Whether Maas intended it or not, the dynamics between Velaris and the Hewn City reflect real-world systems of oppression where one group’s freedom is built on the subjugation of another. The people of Hewn City, like Palestinians, are treated as dangerous outsiders, locked away from the utopian world of Velaris in the name of “safety.”

Rhysand’s rule mirrors the real-world power imbalance between Israel and Palestine, where one group’s prosperity is built on the suffering of another. The justification of security and trauma is used to oppress an entire population, while the elite thrive in peace and prosperity. It’s a narrative that’s all too familiar, and seeing it play out in fantasy form is both exhausting and infuriating.

ACOTAR may be fantasy, but its themes and dynamics are very real—and as a Palestinian reader, it’s hard not to see the parallels between the people of Hewn City and my own people. At the end of the day, Maas’ portrayal of Velaris and Hewn City reflects the same troubling power dynamics we see in the real world, where one group’s peace is built on another’s oppression.

Also I have the right to talk about this since it's MY country being invaded and MY people getting killed and MY family Is also there so, don't you dare comment something stupid

[katsukisbimbo]

Kuroo x Volleyball Player! Reader

Kuroo Tetsurou x Volleyball Player! Reader

wordcount: 3,087

genre: strangers-to-lovers au with fluff, crack and a little bit of smut :)))

summary: meeting kuroo tetsurou might be the best thing that has ever happened to you

first of all

kuroo pissed you off to no end

absolutely pissed you off

the first time you met him was when you were a first year

your brother keishin has asked you to come with them for the practice match they had with nekoma

the moment you got to school you had to DASH to go to the washroom because you had to pEee

gosh

curse your tiny bladder

when you went out everyone was already on the bus

sigh

you were gonna have to sit with someone you don’t know

because FOR SURE

your stupid brother keishin would be sitting next to takeda-sensei

the moment you hopped on the bus

everyone suddenly became quiet

0.0

everyone was jus like

uh

who’s this cutie

is she lost

she’s from shiratorizawa what’s she doing here

huh

and noya and tanaka are just screaming at this point

“wHO IS THIS GODDESS WHO DECIDED TO BLESS US WITH HER PRESENCE?!?!? I LOVE YOU PLEASE SIT NEXT TO ME RYU GET OUT NO I DONT CARE GET OUT”

cue tanaka landing on the floor

“nOYA-SAN WHY”

and you’re just like

lmao what

and literally all the seats are taken except for the guy who literally yeeted his bald friend into the next dimension

sigh

i guess you had to sit next to the cutie huh

you look at your brother pleading for help

but he just ignores you and talks to sensei

sIGH

your brother was so thirsty that he didn’t even CARE if these boys ate you alive

gosh

it’s okay

it be like that

f in the chat for y/n

oKAY enough self pitying

you reluctantly sit beside the really loud guy

“hi my names ukai y/n! what’s your name?”

“m-my name is n-nishinoya yuu”

cue noya looking like a literal tomato

“nice to meet you!! i’m excited to work with you nishinoya-san! if i may ask, what year are you in?”

“iM in sEcond yEar”

gosh noya’s so proud

“oH you’re my senpai then!! it’s really nice to meet you senpai!! i hope we have a good trip”

GAHSJDJSHS

you called him senpai

without him asking you to

GOSH

could you be any more perfect

“agHjsjdhsjajszjJAK”

“those aren’t words...”

“...”

“...”

and at that point noya was brain fried so you just put on your earphones and chilled

...

...

*gagging*

“hINATAAGAHAJSKSHS”

what

what was going on

you turned your head

and you saw this orange haired babie throwing up on the bald guy who got yeeted

and suddenly

chaos ensued

everyone was screaming because of the stench

you were gagging so hard that you felt your breakfast coming back up

but your seat buddy was having the time of his life laughing at his two friends who were having a dilemma

gosh

today was gonna be crazy

finally you guys had finally arrived at nekoma and honestly that’s as the most chaotic car ride you’ve ever experienced

but luckily on the way you’ve made yourself familiar with everyone on the team

especially the third year cuties

and no you did not say that to their faces because you’re shy :((

you guys finally get out of the bus and you see

a god

with crazy looking hair

“well if it isn’t the crows” “did you have a good ride here you country bumpkins?”

and daichi’s bout to lose it

“kuroo-san nice to see you again”

and you can definitely feel the tension in the air

was it just you or is it hot in here

kuroo suddenly turned to look at you and honestly you’ve never been more intimidated in your life because wow

he’s beautiful

“who’s the pretty girl daichi-san? is she your girlfriend?”

“no no she’s our couch’s sister”

“hi i’m ukai y/n, nice to meet you”

and you shake his hand and you’re SHOCKED

“kuroo tetsurou, likewise”

his hand is so warm n rough oh god

you suddenly wonder what it would feel like to have his hands slowly wrap around your throat as he starts to thru-

NO

nO DIrtY ThOuGhTs

bad

bad y/n

you’ve been so caught up in your day dream that you didn’t realize that you were still hold kuroos hand

and you look up to see kuroo looking like a smug little shit as if he was saying

‘are you ever gonna let go or?’

and it really made you wanna hit him

really badly

you wanted to punch his mouth

with your mouth

GAHSJDGA

stOp

okay anyways

you snatch your hands away from kuroo and he just smirks at you like a smug little bastard

“what’s wrong kitten? didn’t wanna let go of my hand?”

at this point you’re too flustered to even talk so you take it as the time to back off and just let kuroo be a little fuckhead

but suddenly you’re snatched by tanaka and noya

you somehow end up bumping into kiyoko and you’re just like “omg i’m so sorry kiyoko-san i didn’t mea-“

“don’t worry about it y/n-chan, accidents happen”

and wow

wow

a goddess

now you see what tanaka and noya see

she’s beautiful

maybe you do want the best of both worlds.....

...

...

ANYWAYS

tanaka and noya end up showing you off to their equally as weird friend taketora and of course like the normal person you are you greet him and introduce yourself

but before he even gets the chance to talk kiyoko’s already pulling you away telling you that she needed some help with setting up some of their gear

and of course like the puppy you are you follow her because yes you’re in love with her

i mean

who isn’t

lesbi honest

everyone’s a simp for kiyoko

moving on

finally they’ve started to play a match

and you’re very impressed

especially by hinata and kageyama because wow their skill was amazing

and hinata’s jumps were crazy

obviously you played volleyball yourself being ukai’s grand daughter

and you weren’t that bad

considering the fact that you play for japan’s u19 team with ushijima

who was a very close senpai to you

so close to the point where you’d call him your older brother

rip keishin

back to the game

everyone in karasuno was very promising and you were getting excited with the ideas that were flooding into your head

but nekomas not too bad either

they were pretty solid with their defence and some people might think that it’s all about the attacks but

your attack doesn’t mean anything if the ball doesn’t touch the floor in the court

you were very impressed with the bedhead’s receives a n d blocking

every time he managed a good save or blocked anyone he would always glance in your direction

and it may or may not have made you feel nervous because who doesn’t get nervous when an attractive person looks at you

sadly

the game finished rather quickly

at this point everyone was already cleaning up and of course you decided to help

you thought that you would be able to play just a little bit but your brother just wanted you to familiarize yourself with the teams before you went on the week long training camp with them

which was in two weeks

:)

you were trying to take the volleyball net down until a tall figure comes up behind you and takes the net from you

you turn around and guess who it is

kuroo frocking tetsurou

what a surprise

“don’t worry about it peaches i got it”

wha

did this man just call you PEACHES

peaches as in the scary girl who goes to famous peoples houses?

i think NOT sir

“pEACHES? what is that supposed to mean??! huh?!?”

“woah woah calm down babe, it’s just a nickname. i call you peaches cuz you smell like peaches”

ohhh

okay

that’s fine

“i’ve been wondering though, if you smell like peaches then would you taste like peaches??”

wHAT

wHATSGFSZHSJ

rip y/n’s remaining brain cells

“how about it doll? are you gonna give little old me a taste?”

and he’s suddenly pushing himself closer to you

and you close your eyes because it really looks like he’s about to kiss you and omg it’s like your first kiss hELP

but instead of a kiss

he just laughs at you

this man is literally bent over and CACKLING his lungs out

“you’re so cute doll, i wouldn’t kiss you without your permission. plus i gotta take you out first. wanna go on a date with me some time?”

and you’re just so caught off guard

that you can’t even manage a verbal response

like you just nod your head and then he’s ruffling you’re hair and walking away with the volleyball net

what the hell just happened

did you just score yourself a date

yes

yes you did

you go girl

sadly

it’s time for you and your babies to go

and kuroo being the good person he is

walks you guys out

but before you can get on the bus

kuroo pulls you to the side and bends down to your height to whisper in your ear

“text me sometime peaches”

and you suddenly feel him putting a piece of paper in your back pocket

then he’s pushing you onto the bus and you’re just dumbfounded

did he just touch your bum

could he not just hand it to you

not that you were complaining,,, but now you just wanna know what it would feel like if he just grabbed your bum with both of his hands while you sit on his la-

nO

BAD

BAD

BAD

gosh you have it bad for this boy

the moment you got him you debated whether to text him or not

i mean

you didn’t even look at the piece of paper yet

so you go into you back pocket and open the paper

‘xxx-xxx-xxxx text me when you get home peaches, i already miss your pretty face -kuroo’

WHY IS HE SO CUTE

you get up and start looking for your phone

and you spend like 6 minutes trying to think of what to say

but you finally settled with

hi :)

hopefully that was normal enough

and not even 1 minute later you already got a reply

hey cutie :) did you get home safe

wHY IS HE SO DARN CUTE

and your conversation goes from there

you guys literally talk about everything

from his favourite colour to the time when your leg fell in a hole and you slammed your whole body on the ground causing your ribs to shift and now whenever somebody touches the top of your chest they can feel the top of your ribs

(that was actually a true story and yes it happened to me and yes my ribs are very very fucked up but i’m still alive soooo)

by the time you were back in tokyo

you and kuroo were basically best friends

you guys texted, called, and facetimed every day

you stepped out of the bus and low and behold

it was kuroo waiting for you

“tETSUU”

you run to him and jump in his arms

and he catches you and swings you around a few times

everyone was just like

o.o

‘when did they get so close’

and your older brothers just like

>:(

this is n o t good shaggy

and kuroo introduces you to everyone

especially his buddies bokutou, akaashi, and kenma

and bokutou’s bombarding you with questions

and he asks why you’re wearing a shiratorizawa sweater

and you’re just like ‘i go to school there..’

and he’s just like

“oH YOU KNOW USHIJIMA? IM IN THE TOP 5 ACES RANKING WITH HIM IM SO COOL RIGHT”

“bokuto-san i think you’re scaring her”

“aKAAASHGHSI YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO SAY ‘bokuto-san you’re so cool’”

and you and kuroo are just laughing your asses off

while kenma’s playing with his psp

pspspspspsppss

“bokuto-san you’re so cool”

“aKAAASHUDID YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO SAY IT EARLIER”

at that point you and kuroo have already walked away

and he brings you to your room

and helps you settle down your things

gosh he’s such a gentleman

y/n was ready to risk it all for this man

“peaches you okay?”

“oH i’m fine yes yes i’m fine tetsu”

“okaaaayyyy if you say so peaches” and kuroos just going through your bag checking if you have snacks

“tetsu i don’t have any snacks in there for you”

“really? what do you mean? you do have a snack for me tho”

and you’re jus like lol no i don’t

and he’s slowly walking towards you and you highkey feel intimidated but fuck that you’re not a bussy

at this point kuroo’s sitting on your legs while his arms are slowly creeping up your sides

and in your head

you’re just like

‘ahh this is it i’m gonna have a heart attack’

and suddenly

kuroo’s tickling you and you’re crying on the floor because HSJDJH

TICKLES

“tETSU PLEASE I CANT BREATHEEHHHD”

“what’s that peach? i cant hear you”

“tETSU YOU DIPSHIT PLEASE STOPFDISHS”

“hmm i don’t know, i think i’ll stop if you say ‘nya’ for me”

“gO TO HELLSKDIS”

“come on pretty, say it for me”

you’re blushing sO HARD

“n-nya”

and kuroo just freezes up because he didn’t think that you’d actually do it

“tetsu? u ok?”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“tetsu”

“o-oH yeah i’m fine silly i was just thinking”

“what were you thinking about neko-chan?”

“you.”

GAHSJDJSHSGS

he was going to be the death of you

you, kuroo, bokutou, akaashi, hinata, and tsukishima suddenly ended up at an empty gym

and you guys wanted to play a match so

why not

it was you, kuroo, and tsukki

versus bokutou, hinata, and akaashi

it was a very intense but fun game

akaashi set to bokutou and bokutou did a cross shot

which wasn’t properly blocked by tsukishima

but luckily you were there to pick it up

and kuroo set to you and you slammed it down before they could even block you

the whole gym was silent

wha

how did-

hUH

“peach what”

“what tetsu”

“since when were you so good at volleyball”

“tetsu i play for japan’s u19 team, why did you think i was here in the first place? i’m here to help you guys”

and hinata’s just yelling

“y/n-cHAN I DIDNT KNOW YOU PLAYED NO WONDER WHY YOU LOOKED SO FAMILLIAR OMGJDSI”

after you got exposed

it was only you and tetsu left in the gym

after everything was cleaned up

kuroo pulled you aside before you could leave the gym

“t-tetsu what’re you doing? the gym lights are already of-“

“shut up for one second”

o.o

ogey then

“peaches i really like you. i know that we haven’t known each other long but it feels like i’ve known you since forever. will please let me take you out”

what

...

did he just

yes he did

“t-tetsu,,, i really like you too, and i would love it if we could go out on a date sometime”

and at that moment tetsu just

“HELL YEAHHH”

and he’s getting close to you again

to the point where he’s pressing you against the wall

he cups your cheek and leans closer to your face

“peaches,, can i please kiss you right now”

“yeah”

you close your eyes as you feel tetsu’s hot breath hovering other your soft lips

gosh

this was it

your were gonna kiss tetsu

your crush

until

...

...

...

...

“gET YOUR HANDS OFF MY SISTER BRAT”

and kuroos just like

wHAT THE FUCK

it’s your brother

keishin

“nII-SAN WHY”

“gET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW Y/N”

and you sadly look up at tetsu

and he just smiles at you and gestures for you to go

until you get up on your tippy toes and kiss tetsu full on the mouth

you catch him by surprise but he quickly kisses you back

you wrap your arms around his neck and slowly work your way up into his hair until you’ve got a good grip on him

kuroos hands weren’t staying still either

his hands were slowly creeping down your sides until he grabs the back of your thighs and pulls you up and holds you against him

his hands end up on your bum

and then

he squeezes

“THAT IS IT Y/N STOP SUCKING FACE AND GET OVER HERE”

oops

[silveanna]

Nct 2020 + You as Class E

Y/N:

-Had bad records in your previous school and now you’re here

-plays around with ChenJi

-gives helpful advices to everyone

-likes to break the rules

-doesn’t get involve to gang fights cuz Taeyong did not allow you to

-you’re their precious little flower

-the boys have a lot of respect for you

-started a food fight once and got suspended

-“im like earth, already in a state of global warming”

Taeyong:

-the president

-always late

-is quiet and always frowning

-looks like he might suddenly punch someone

-but when you get to know him he’s actually

a nice person

-“I repeat, once you got in Class E, you’ll graduate as a student of Class E”

Kun:

-Class A banned you guys inside the cafeteria

-most of you are too lazy to cook your own food

-so Kun had to use his skills and cooks lunch everyday for his dear classmates

-the most decent

-always present

-the one who just watches when there’s a fight

-“I’m not giving you guys lunch for free, now pay up”

Taeil:

-looks innocent but not really

-always asleep

-would even sometimes sleeps on the floor and use his bag as a pillow

-easily catches up on the lessons/discussions

-“what’s our next class? homeroom? ok bye”

Johnny:

-the chill kid

-but when he gets angry u better run for your life bro

-the tallest so he sits at the very back of the room

-vibes with everyone

-damage to school properties is the main reason why he’s in the fam

-⚠️Don’t laugh AT him⚠️

-“not my problem”

Yuta:

-the arrogant one

-probably imagines beating the shit out of someone in his mind sometimes

-superior at sports

-paints his nails

-“I’m tired of seeing the same faces everyday”

Doyoung:

-The Vice President

-also a decent one

-is tired of taking care problematic dudes everyday

-doesn’t look like it but he’s a nerd

-is seatmates with Taeyong

-Cold af

-“shut up I’m trying to study here”

Ten:

-one of the moodmakers

-mocks his teachers

-always rest his foot on top of his table

-brings his pet cats to school

-puts big ass rocks inside his classmates bags

-“I just downloaded tiktok, follow me guys:)”

Jaehyun:

-the escort (duh)

-doesn’t give a fuck

-always a pageant candidate

-records the fights for ✨memories✨

-varsity player

-“can I go home now?”

Winwin:

-a very nice person

-became friends with you on the first day

-eats a lot

-shares his food with you

-“I only gave Y/N food! Why are you guys eating too?!!”

Jungwoo:

-a literal softie

-gets along with everyone

-the first one to be thrown in Class E

-others call him Zeus

-hides his classmates bag

-“I believe in hate at first sight”

Lucas:

-Chick boy

-also eats a lot

-but doesn’t like sharing his food

-no one wants to be smacked with that big ass hand

-steals pens

-“if you’re more handsome than me then she’ll probably choose you. Better luck next time bro”

Mark:

-got low grades and now he’s stuck with a bunch of intimidating guys who teases him everyday

-but he loves them

-is starting to adapt

-brings his guitar to school

-“wanna listen to some music?”

Xiaojun:

-plays games with yangyang at free time

-SMART

-goes with the flow

-jams with mark

-helps you with your math class

-“just tell me if you need help”

Hendery:

-looks normal but isn’t

-also a mood maker

-almost sets the school on 🔥

-lives at the same neighborhood with you, so he walks home with you sometimes

-“life is so hard I just want to be a fly”

Renjun:

-small but terrible

-likes astronomy

-would not hesitate to choke someone

-likes to tease others but when he’s the one being teased he gets angry

-doodles whenever he’s bored

-debates about the existence of aliens

-“i don’t want to live on this earth”

Jeno:

-also a varsity player

-the one who suddenly throws crumpled papers

-bad fingered his teacher

-plays with Ten’s Cats

-“If you want to rock, you gotta break the rules man“

Haechan:

-cHaOtic

-most likely to start a fight lol

-was caught stealing and now he’s in the family

-helps everyone cheat on their exams

-the only one who cleans the room

-“don’t worry I got you”

Jaemin:

-doesn’t like being called “nana”

-the super quiet one

-stays at the very corner of the room

-sleeps on the floor with taeil

-number one complainer

-“close the curtains, it’s too bright here”

Yangyang:

-the prankster

-drag racer

-makes fun of his hyungs 24/7 with haechan

-would step in a fight even though he doesn’t stand a chance at all

-just to protect his friends

-“Haechan! What’s the answer to number five test B?”

Shotaro:

-a cutie

-but a freaking gremlin like everyone else

-learns new tiktok dances with ten

-this boy may look innocent but in reality he beat up 5 grown ass men alone

-“^_^”

Sungchan:

-Class A’s president has a huge crush on him

-so he’s the only one allowed inside the cafeteria

-pretty chill

-looks up to Taeyong

-Hacker

-“I’m going to the cafeteria, does anyone want some snacks?”

Chenle:

-RICH KID

-🐬🐬🐬

-loud asf

-sings randomly

-“I kissed Class A’s president that’s why I’m here”

Jisung:

-sticks around with you all the time

-cuz he sees you as his older sibling

-adored by everyone

-got transferred in the wrong class but he likes it here

-“I baked cookies want one?”

Bonus:

It was a Normal day at NCTY High, you and sungchan were headed back to the classroom after being sent to detention. You bumped into a group of guys from Class D, half of them were smirking, the others glared at you and sungchan. It was strange to see them in a abandoned building since Class E is the only class who uses the building.

You and sungchan exchanged looks and shrugged.

Everyone was chaotic as always, you sat in your usual spot and chit chatted with the guys until Chenle started screaming and there’s fire crackers blasting everywhere making everyone left their seat and gathered at the very corner of the room.

Kun immediately opened the windows to let out the smoke, Doyoung and Taeil tries to calm everyone down but FAILS.

“WAAAHHH!!! We’re being attacked by terrorist!” Chenle screamed and hugged you, Jisung did the same.

“JOHNNY YOU’RE BIG ENOUGH! SHIELD US!”

“FUCK YOU!”

“WHERE’S XIAOJUN?!”

“I DON’T KNOW! MAYBE HE’S DEAD!”

“I CAN’T FIND MY CATS!”

You counted them all and noticed there was one missing aside from Xiaojun, PRESIDENT!

You looked around and saw Taeyong in his spot, idiot was still peacefully sleeping. “How could he even— Argh!” You reached for a book near you and threw it at Taeyong’s head. “WAKE UP YOU DOOFUS!”

Eventually he woked up and yawns, Taeyong cursed under his breath after he realized the situation. He came to you and also tried to calm the others down, Haechan hugged him from the back tightly “Pres! We’re all gonna DIEEE”

“Shut up! Doyoung! Get your ass over here!”

“Get a fire extinguisher! Quick!” He commanded.

“I can’t! The fire crackers are blocking our only exit, and I can’t jump off the window we’re on 4th floor” Doyoung explained, Taeyong couldn’t think and do anything but to face palm himself.

A cold breeze blows your skirt up midway, everyone stopped panicking and there was a figure at the door. It was Xiaojun, he was holding a fire extinguisher. Face almost covered with bruises Did Someone beat him up?. “Class D.. It was Class D!”

Knew it.

[uhhhhhhhhhsblogyea]

♤| dragon ball shapeshifter au

storyline rundown

part two

tw: profanity !! a bit of gore and such

the story begins on kakarot's farm! he lives with his parents, bardock and gine, and his brother raditz.

kakarot takes his produce to the market to sell, talking to krillin who is a police officer watching over in case of robbery or stolen goods, with his wife 18 and his daughter marron.

he hangs out there and sells all his produce, making a whopping amount of money to give back to his mother to go towards their farm. so thats what he does.

later that night, raditz barged in through the door, huffing loudly and covered in purple blood. it had a reddish tint. gine and bardock jump to their feet, bardock still in his training gi and gine in her white shirt and some sweatpants. "raditz!? what happened?" bardock exclaimed, gine following up with "why are you covered in... purple blood!?" this caused kakarot to come out of his room in a rush, "h-h-holy s-shit! i didnt kill anyone i swear mom, mom, dad please, i wouldn't do that!" raditz panicked. "s-something tried to attack me! i didnt know what to do so i attacked back!!" he tries to wipe the blood off, it being on his face.

whatever happened, scared raditz enough to make him shake in fear and what seems to be regret despite it being to protect himself.

kakarot however, still was unsure what happened. his father said he would explain in the morning, the situation was too dire for kakarot to get involved - especially with the police.

in town, vegeta covered his bloodied chest, panting as he hid deep in an alleyway. "goddammit," he huffs, slicking his hair back to keep the human bangs out of his face. hes got a huge gash across his chest, thanks to that damned raditz he happened to work with. luckily, he was morphed into some other alien lifeform and not his original shift state. he slowly morphed into a bird, a finch, and flew off to him apartment. he always kept his window cracked just in case this were to happen. just his luck, we wont be able to eat and to heal he needs that energy for food or else hell be out asleep for awhile.

he decides calling off work, so thats what he does. what he doesnt expect is a man with a thick ass fucking tail and slicked back purple hair and red eyes to be reading a book, lounging like a king on his bed. "f... frieza!?" vegeta says, startled.

"ah hello my creation! lovely seeing you here, dont you think?" he throws the book off to the side, getting up and striding over to the bloodied vegeta. "aw looks like you got a paper cut." he jabs a finger into vegetas cut across his chest. vegeta groans in pain, a tentacle whipping around to hit frieza away into a safer distance, but the icejin blocks smoothly with his muscled tail.

from here:

wow!! you found out vegeta is a "creation" of friezas, but what exactly does that mean?

raditz gets taken in for questioning. he gets blamed for a murder that happened on the otherside of town, the law system being dumb sentenced him to 25 years in prision for a murder he didnt do

kakarot is confused, bardock telling him there arent any alien threats and it was a misunderstanding on the jury and judge's parts bc raditz was getting mugged and a murder far away happened at roughly the same time, and they were desperate to throw someone into jail.

this is a lie, to some extent. kakarot believes it, living happily thinking there are no threats

vegeta attacked raditz, needing food. shapeshifters need to eat hearts and lungs of animals as food

raditz is the one who cut him across the chest (thatd why he has a scar on his chest in the ref sheet)

kakarot has to bring crops and milk into a market farther into town sometime in the next week, it being an event ran by capsule corp, a company that produces a lot of housing and vehicles and being in business for 40 years being the anniversary that day.

vegeta is a mechanical manager, wearing fancy clothing that day since its technically a high spot in the ranks for capsule corp.

vegeta likes milk, surprisingly. it helps a lot when recovering damage, especially his species. this is when he meets kakarot

kakarot is running his stand with the crates of crops and glass jars of milk set out on display with their price, krillin with him

vegeta is annoyed he has to speak up to get the seller's attention so he grunts with an "ahem"

kakarot jumps, apologizing and asking what he wants to buy. vegeta gets his milk and some vegetables for someone he knows

"hey, whats with the fancy suit?"

"you dont know who i am?"

"no. should i?"

"i-? im vegeta! im manager of the mechanics in capsule corp!"

"oh. is the job hard?"

they conversate, as kakarot sells his produce happily listening as he was able to get the short man with a temper to talk about his job.

vegeta himself was caught off guard by this action but happily talks

this ends in kakarot running behing the stand's curtain and grabbing his business card so vegeta can have a discount on milk next time he decides to buy

vegeta takes the card walking off

the card has kakarots name and number on the back, a message saying "text me personally if you want extra, i dont mind taking some. you seem cool!"

vegeta is a bit ticked, but pockets the card

over time, vegeta and kakarot talk over text a bit, kakarot delivering him milk like an old time milk delivery boy

turns out he actually used to be one as a kid

turns out hes been into marial arts as well, a long time interest of vegetas

they bond over this, kakarot find himself growing a crush on vegeta

one time kakarot stops buy with a delivery unannounced, not knowing he typed the text but didnt send it. he knocks on vegetas apartment door, but no answer.

he checks to see if its unlocked, and it is so he lets himself in, just wanting to put the delivery on the counter and head out.

he doesnt expect to turn around and see a vegeta with a towel wrapped around his waist, tentacles coming out of his back, green eyes, and sharp ears, teeth, and claws. "K-KAKAROT!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" he yells, surprised. he doesn't have bangs either

"why do you have tentacles?? why do you look different? why do you have that scar?"

vegeta is caught off guard, not sure if he should push kakarot out or tell him the truth. one way or another he knows the truth will spread, so he carefully debates his options

he tells kakarot the truth, hes a shapeshifter and hes insanely dangerous

kakarot is surprised dangerous aliens exist

he tells vegeta this, and deep down vegeta is mad kakarot is sheltered

little do they know as they conversate and bond, growing closer to each other kakarot finds out vegeta made a vow not to ever get in a relationship no matter how much he envied them, especially a human relationship, a certain someone is watching them and listening in, theyre keeping tabs on vegetas and kakarots feelings

trust issues amirite?

later that night, kakarot says his goodbye heading home, heart pounding. wow!!!! vegeta is... great. very great. kinda cute too, i mean what!?? no!!

kakarot rants to himself aloud in his room, window open to keep himself cool, about vegeta as he debates his feelings. he doesnt care if this seems out of character in his friends terms, all they see from him anyway is a dense fightcrazed guy with a dysfunctional relationship with an ex and his son. he realized vegeta doesnt see him like that, but, what DOES vegeta see him as?

he calls it a night

he wakes up to a "thwap, thwap, thwap" against his wooden floor

he sits up, looking around and seeing a short figure sitting at his desk.

"whos there?"

"ah, youre awake monkey! i have valuable information for you, about your lovely vegeta." the voice is squeaky

"and, who is telling me this?" kakarots interest is piqued, not seeing the mysterious figure as a threat, as of now at least

"oh-hohoho! im dr. cold! but please, call me frieza. doctor cold is my father's name."

"and what do you have to tell me about vegeta?"

"mmm, are you sure you want to know?" he gets up, beginning to pace

"theres a catch isnt there" kakarot realizes, serious

"oh! maybe you arent so dense afterall. yes, there iss monkey. its simple, deliever some of your left over crop to my facility tomorrow, i already left the address on a paper over on that... pitiful little desk of yours." frieza pauses. "vegeta will kill you if you arent careful. hes hungry, and he wants that heart. but... i think the poor creation wants it in more than one way. kill him before he kills you."

frieza hands kakarot a box cutter

"thats the only thing that will kill him. if you dont do it i expect that delivery tomorrow by midnight. if you dont show, and theres no news of him being dead, youll be a brilliant collection to my creations, monkey!" the man laughs in joy, clasping his hands together as his red eyes pierce through kakarot

kakarot reluctantly agrees, unsure how this will play out

PART TWO WILL BE MADE SOON!!!

anyway heres the part 1 of the rundown.

[atiny-piratequeen]

What is going on on twitter? Everyone has gone private and are talking gloom and doom but I can't find what is going on??

Okay so this has multiple layers to it. It appears to have started from one Atiny writer being called out after blocking a mlm for saying that she was fetishizing mlm relationships by writing them. She, from what I saw, respectfully disagreed with him, saying she also recieved support from other mlm and asking that he just block her so he didnt see her works and something along the lines of lgbt works of fiction (fics included) help lgbt peoples along their journies.

Which, from my personal experience and from me interacting with lgbt of all walks of life through my works and platforms, for some people 100% is the case. For others, it isnt. But i digress.

This opened Pandora's box apparently and people started picking anything and everything apart, from that one writer being 30 or something, to her having a fiance, to pointing out most of her works were nsfw, etc.

This swelled and grew and people started attacking other creatortiny on twt for their ages (basically anyone over the age of 24 was deemed some kind of pedo or some shit and im starting to think kpoppies who throw that around bc of age gaps of people over the age of consent really need to relearn what the fuck that means, but again, i digress) and a lot of writertiny started going private while the ones that didnt and a lot of creatortiny started snapping back bc what the fuck is this ageist as shit lmao.

So like. Now all this shit is on fire and its big yikes. From what I've seen, and I havent seen it myself, the only think op did 'wrong' was apparently make a tweet using the phrase 'boyp***y' and as a cis woman, we have no right to use that word at ALL and trans people have spoken up enough that it shouldnt be up for debate but i also heard that off one of the people trying to get a mob to attack her in cc and havent heard or saw proof so I'm not sure the validity of that one.

But yea no twt is on fire.

[toshis-puppycat]

Dreamscape Part One

Masterlist

It was a new day, your father was driving you to your campus. You were starting a new semester at college. Correction, you were starting a new semester at a university. And your dad agreed to have you move out and get your own space on campus, so long as your grades didnt drop and visited when you weren't busy studying. You jumped at the opportunity leaving the house, you loved your dad but it was difficult to grow and flourish like your peers did while living with him. Your father parked the car at the apartment complex you'd finally be moving into that day.

"Now honey, remember to call" your father sighed, looking at you fondly. "I guess you dont have to remember to call now, you're gonna be living here!" Your dad said, you could hear the twinge of sadness in his tone. You knew it was hard on your father.

"Papa it's not like I'm gonna forget you and mama." You stated, your voice cracking. You loved your dad, seeing him worry like this made you worry for him too. He sighed and looked forward to your building. 

"Just be safe, alright? I I don't want my daughter getting hurt trying to make a living for herself." He says.

"I wont papa, remember I'll fight anyone." You joked, although it wasn't too truthful. You would in fact fuck up anyone who messed with you, but you didn't know anything past the simple defense training that your father was able to teach you when you were younger. 

"I haven't said this much, but sweetheart. Im very proud of you." Your father said, he turned towards you tears in his eyes. You felt yourself tear up too.

"Thank you papa." You choked out. You two had a good cry after that, then you were finally able to move your things into the apartment your father got for you. He said he didn't want you worrying too much for renting and that he'd cover all those expenses for you as long as you were smart about everything else. He said he wouldn't worry too much about where he lived and you believed him. He was always smart with money and you knew he saved up so much money for you to be able to have a good life, especially after your mom passed away. You sighed, you missed her so much. You couldn't remember a lot of your mother, but your father was so in love with her and he was heartbroken when she passed away only bringing himself together for you to have a good life. You'd always be grateful for him. You looked at your apartment, finally furnished and looked proud. You moved out of your childhood home and into your own apartment (even if your dad was paying for it, he told you to be proud of it anyways because you still moved out and you had great grades. "You deserve it!" he said). 'I could definitely get used to this' you thought, falling into the couch and staring at the ceiling, feeling your body start to relax and your eyes began to droop. You passed out without a second thought. 

"Stanley!" You shouted, running through the village, a boy clutching your hand. He was laughing and pulling you the open meadow just outside of the area. 

"Y/n, I have to tell you something!" He yelled excitedly.

"Okay! Tell me then!" You giggled, looking at him.

"Mother and father said they'd talk to your father about me marrying you!" He yelled out, falling onto the ground, smiling up at you. You felt yourself smile back, dropping next to him. "We have to collect flowers! So you can hold them for the wedding y/n!" He said, looking over at you, adoration in his eyes. He always looked like this towards you, ever since you could walk he'd be doting over you and when you started talking it was even more so. You'd met him when you were just a babe, he was 5 years older than you but he was smitten when he'd laid eyes on you for the first time proclaiming he would marry you when the time was right. You never minded, Stanley was the sweetest boy you had ever met in your life. It wasn't like the other village boys had a chance to have your hand in the first place. 

"Okay, Stanley." You laughed out, you were happy. Laying out in a field, laughing with your best friend, what a wonderful life. 

You woke up, suddenly and shaking. You forgot to eat and your body had quite literally told you to get the fuck up. You carefully stood up and looked at your phone, 10pm. Youd eaten very little throughout the day, and now you were starving. Thank god there was a pizza place just down the block. You left without even a passing thought of the dream youd just had. 

Richard was tired, Stan was brooding too much for his tastes. Getting too pissed off and getting too ready to beat the shit out of him. He'd already had a black eye, he didn't want two. Leaving to get food was the best thing to do for all of them. There were many things he missed as the years passed by, but the suffering wasn't one of them! God the things humanity came up with! Pizza was one of his favorites that they came up with. 'Took fuckin forever for them to make it though' he angrily thought as he walked into the building 'Slice of Heaven Pizzeria'. He suddenly smelled something delicious, and it wasn't the pizza. He looked around the brightly lit area, his eyes falling on the frame of a cute girl. He could see you debating on what you actually wanted in the place and to be fair he felt the same, he liked changing it up sometimes and they put together new things all the time. But jesus, you smelled like heaven. He could practically hear the blood pumping through your veins despite him not being a fledgling anymore. He felt his fangs coming out and he felt himself hold back, something he hadn't done in centuries, since he was a fucking fledgling. You were dangerous, he could feel himself smirk. A challenge he could do for himself to prove he wasn't someone who'd just attack whoever smelled good. And damn, you smelled good. "Wow toots, you're gorgeous." He said, smiling at you as you looked at him startled. You scowled.

"Ugh, dont call me that you fuckin creep." You said, surprising yourself. You never swore at new people, especially fucking guys. He laughed.

"Alright, alright I'll admit that probably sounded fucking creepy. But like the complement was genuine." He said, he looked more sincere this time around, so you let it slide. 

"Dont be a fuckin weirdo. Girls don't like that shit. Just compliment them like a normal person." God he liked you. You were feisty.

"I'm Richie, sorry I was being creepy. Im just naturally calling people that ya know?" He said, holding his hand out to you. 

"Y/n." You said, shaking his hand. "And yeah, I get it." You replied. You probably just made a new friend, you thought smiling to yourself. Seeing Richie trip over nothing walking to the counter made you think it was a dumbass friend though. 

Two weeks later you found yourself thinking the same thing. Richie really was a giant dumbass, but he was a funny dumbass. 

"I can't believe you did that!" You yelled at him.

"You should have seen his face! He was so shocked!" He laughed out, this was a great idea, it want nearly as hard as it was the first time he'd seen you to deal with your scent. 

"Oh fuck! I completely forgot, Rich." You got serious but you had I light in your eye that he liked. "I was formally invited to a Halloween party and I would like to add you as my plus one for Saturday night." You said, in an exaggerated British accent you loved mocking him for. "You can even bring your friends, I'm sure you have more than me ya know." You finish, back the laughing mess you were before you asked him anything.

"Aw shit doll, on such short notice? Whatever will I do for a costume?" He asked, mockingly and happily. You were a great friend, he hoped the others liked you too since you wanted to meet them so bad. Unfortunately Richie did what he usually did. He fucking forgot to tell them how he reacted when he first met you.

——

A/N: Wow two whole parts out. I hope everyone enjoys, and please send whatever criticism you have or whatever you predict, who knows I might take it into consideration 😉 Thanks for reading!

[cyb-by-lang]

Shell Game (8/?)

Kei tries her hand at being nice, with mixed results.

There was, thankfully, no school the next day.

Obito went back to Konoha for a bit, both to restock his eyedrops and probably take a break. Kei sat in the apartment for an annoying amount of time, staring blankly into her closet while she tried to decide if it was worth going out or not. Schools in Japan also ran a half-day of classes on Saturdays, so this was still squarely in the middle of the week.

It was a nice day out.

Fuck it.

Kei changed into street clothes and decided that today, like many of the days before term, was a day to wander town like a stray cat. She did have a list of things to buy (such as a hairbrush), but those were afterthoughts compared to the raw need to just not be in the dinky apartment anymore. To this end, she hopped on a train to some other town, to see if the stores were any different.

Two incidents in two days involving villains, Isobu commented as Kei waited for a crosswalk to change indicators. The word “villain” sat strangely on his tongue. And four incidents in four days in which you have been pulled from class to speak with administration, teachers, and the school’s healer.

Sounds right. Kei crossed the street with the crowd, headed for a shopping district.

I do not think I have ever heard of another human, even across every one of your memories, who has managed to attract so much extracurricular interference in their first week of school. Congratulations.

It’d be fucking amazing if anybody ever had. Kei checked her phone as she waited for the next crosswalk. No messages, other than the news update talking about the attack on the USJ. Nobody was dead, but Facepalm-kun and Kurogiri had gotten away. Kei couldn’t help but think that if she’d been allowed to use lethal force, she’d probably have killed Nōmu. She’d never seen anybody parade around with a weak point in full view like that.

You are assuming that Nōmu needed his brain. With that kind of regeneration speed, I do not know if he was even kept down by the injuries you dealt him.

Kei shrugged. Maybe. Maybe not. But it was a tried and true zombie disposal method, if nothing else.

Kei eventually found her way to a combini, glancing through the shelves for anything she needed back at the apartment. A cell phone card would be nice, just in case she needed to pester Obito sometime this month without invoking every emergency service known to humanity. Thus far, she only had his number and the school’s, but there was a nonzero chance that could change later.

Also, snacks. So many snacks.

Sure, most of the snacks wouldn’t survive Hayate’s next visit, but few ever did.

She was still pondering onigiri vs. dorayaki when a somewhat familiar voice said, “You again?”

Kei looked up from her vital decision and spotted a classmate looking a little surprised to see her. It was Purple Kid, but not the one from the USJ. The tall one from her class, who always looked a little less sleep-deprived than Aizawa-sensei. He was carrying a multipack of pencils and pens, along with two notebooks and a box of bandages.

“Yo,” Kei said, though he didn’t exactly look happy to see her. “I, uh, forgot your name. Sorry.”

“Shinsō,” was his dry reply. “Gekkō-san, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” Kei paused. “Nice to see you outside of school, I guess? I didn’t realize we lived anywhere near each other.”

“We probably don’t,” Shinsō said, already turning away to go and search the rest of the store for whatever.

What a riveting conversationalist, Kei thought, and promptly went back to her snack debate. She ended up not deciding and bought one of everything, so she could see her brother’s face when he tried some of the really weird ones. Ramune bottles would give him a hilarious headache. Obito too, since he couldn’t just teleport the marble out.

“You’re going to eat all of those yourself?” Shinsō again, of course. Right as she was walking out of the store with heavy “grocery” bags slung over her arm.

Kei considered being sarcastic, then decided she did enough of that in her head. “Nope. My brother and my best friend visit a lot, so I’m gonna stay up late and watch weird American movies with them.”

If she had a TV, anyway. That was another thing she probably ought to look into.

“…I can’t tell if you’re being serious or not.”

“Sometimes I can’t either.” Kei glanced at her phone, noting two messages about more USJ articles. Obito still wasn’t back yet, or else he would have already texted her about being bored. “Did you have something to ask me?”

Shinsō took a few seconds to put his thoughts in order. “A couple of things.”

“I’m listening,” Kei said, as the two of them fell into step.

“What’s your Quirk again?” he asked, rather than just getting right to the point.

“Tsunami,” Kei said, because it was easier to remember than the other names she’d tried out. “Why?”

Shinsō didn’t answer immediately. Then, “That’s…a really powerful Quirk for General Studies. Almost enough for the Hero department.”

“I guess. I killed a bunch of the villain ‘bots in the test.” Kei shrugged.

“Then why aren’t you with 1-A or 1-B?” Shinsō pressed, which made Kei think they were starting to get to the root of the problem.

“My test scores sucked.” Kei readjusted her grip on her store bags. “I know it’s really early in the year and things could change later, but I think I failed every topic besides science, math, and English.” Actually, she’d probably failed math, too.

“So you basically got in on the strength of your Quirk alone.” Shinsō’s expression was a little pinched.

“I guess. What about your entrance exam thing?”

Shinsō scowled. “You can’t brainwash robots. They don’t have organic brains and they don’t exactly talk back.”

Kei stared at him. “Your Quirk is brainwashing? Or mind control, maybe?”

“Yeah, it�� Wait, you didn’t know?” Shinsō’s normally half-lidded eyes were wide.

“I got back to class at the end of introductions,” Kei reminded him. “And basically nobody in that class talks to me because they’re afraid of me. Or maybe they’re afraid whatever keeps getting me in trouble will rub off on them.”

“They think you’re dangerous,” Shinsō told her bluntly. At Kei’s blank look, he added, “Like me.”

“Okay, I can understand me, since I’m the ‘Gen Studies trouble child’ and everyone knows it,” Kei said, air-quoting Aizawa-sensei’s blunt assessment. She lowered her arms. “But I don’t remember you ever using your Quirk on anyone.”

“The part they care about is that I could. I just need someone to respond to me,” Shinsō told her. “Most people just stop talking to me once they realize that’s how it works.”

“So, basically, you could’ve done it fifteen times since the start of this conversation.” When Shinsō nodded, Kei shrugged again. “Okay. You clearly haven’t. Case closed.”

Shinsō stared at her. “…That’s it? No big deal?”

“I have weirder friends.” Kei smiled a little crookedly.

The list starts with me and goes around the planet, twice.

Thanks, Isobu.

It also starts with you.

…Thanks, buddy.

Shinsō didn’t appear to know what to say to this. He looked away, and then his phone buzzed. After checking the messages, he said, “I… I’ll see you tomorrow, Gekkō-san. I’ve got to go home.”

“Bye, Shinsō-san,” Kei said amiably, and waved as he left. Then she checked her own phone.

Cyclops: im back

Cyclops: and bored

Cyclops: also

Cyclops: how do u change names on this

Kei smiled and set out for the apartment again, the day’s good deed completed.

That meant the day’s somewhat less-good deed (laughing at Obito’s attempt to get the marble-blocked soda open) was neatly balanced out.

[notsoguiltykpop]

Of Books and Dirty Cash: Old Habits pt1

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Rating: Mature content. Violence, strong language (More of both than the first series)

Genre: Angst, some fluff, humor, action (not sure if that counts as a genre)

Synopsis: Min Yoongi is an ex-gang member of Bangtan, the librarian at your school, and also your boyfriend–which can all get a little complicated. But you’re sure Yoongi’s worth it, complicated past, family, and all. That is, until Bangtan falls into chaos and he’s pulled into the middle of it all. As time goes on, you realize you don’t know your boyfriend nearly as well as you thought you did, and old habits die hard…

It was 3am when Yoongi got the call. He almost ignored it, but knew Jungkook wouldn’t call him unless there was an emergency. After the events of the year before, Yoongi had agreed that he would stop pretending he wasn’t part of the family, and in return Bagtan agreed that he would not be involved in any more of their “business” practices. Yoongi was sure Jungkook wouldn’t call him at this time of night to invite him over for dinner, which could only mean something had happened. 

Resisting the urge to groan and put his phone on silent, Yoongi snatched it off his nightstand and made his way out of the bedroom as quickly as he could. 

“This better be good,” He hissed, though dread was already starting to creep into his mind. When didn’t get an answer right away, he stepped further into the hall and raised his voice slightly, unwilling to wake you up, but panicking more by the second. “Jungkook, you there?”

A choked sob came in reply, followed by some unintelligible mumbling he couldn’t understand. Yoongi waited a moment more, and Jungkook seemed to pull himself together enough to form a sentence. 

“God, we fucked up,” He managed, voice trembling. “Yoongi, we fucked up, and now Namjoon’s gone and I think Jimin’s dying and I don’t know what to do, I don’t know--”

“Stop, take a breath,” Yoongi interrupted firmly. “Breath for a second, then back up. What happened?” It was an effort for him to keep his own voice steady, but he couldn’t panic--not yet, anyway. He had to know what was really going on first. 

“It was a set-up,” Jungkook tried again. “And we fell right into it, like fucking children. We knew better--Yoongi, we knew better--but we played right into their hands and--and god, Jimin keeps loosing blood and I can’t make it stop.” On the other end of the line, Yoongi heard sirens approaching fast, as well as distant screaming. 

“Listen, Jimin needs to get to a hospital--a real one. Stay with him, and text me where they bring him. I’ll meet you there, and you can explain everything,” Yoongi said, the words spilling from his mouth before he even had time to process them.

This wasn’t staying out of Bangtan’s affairs. This was directly involving himself in the exact things he was trying to avoid when he left six years ago. But family was family, and Yoongi knew he would never forgive himself if he let them down now. 

He said a few more words to Jungkook, trying to assure him that everything was going to be fine, even though they both knew that the chances of him being right about that were small at best. After a moment, Yoongi could hear EMT’s asking questions, and Jungkook hung up shortly after. 

Yoongi stood in the hallway for a second in the suddenly deafening silence, lowering his phone slowly from his ear. 

“What happened?” Your voice startled him, and he turned to see you standing behind him with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. 

He wanted to lie, say that nothing had happened and that you should go back to bed. But you knew him too well, and judging by the serious set of your jaw and look in your eyes, you already knew it was something bad. 

“Jimin’s been shot,” Yoongi said, his voice plain and flat. “And Namjoon’s gone, whatever that means.” 

Jungkook was wrapped in a blanket when you and Yoongi found him. His hair was a mess, falling over his downcast eyes, and he had specks of blood and dried tears on his face. He glanced up when you stopped in front of him, giving you a blank stare. 

“What’s she doing here, Yoongi?” He asked, and the frown that had been on Yoongi’s face for the last hour deepened. 

“That doesn’t matter right now,” He said tersely. “What the hell happened?”

Jungkook shook his head. “I’m trying to figure that out myself. We should have seen it coming a mile away, but--”

“Casualties,” Yoongi interrupted, and you jumped slightly at the harshness in his tone. Jungkook had gone through a lot, but all the understanding and sympathy had vanished from Yoongi’s voice.

“Two, as far as I know,” Jungkook replied, seemingly unphased by Yoongi’s change in attitiude. “Greg, the bartender, and Emily. I don’t think she even saw it coming, she was just there one second, dead the next...” He ran a hand down his face, then turned his gaze back to you. “You shouldn’t be here.” 

You bristled at his words. You thought, after everything that had happened, that you and Jungkook were on pretty good terms. He even bought you a gun for Christmas, much to Yoongi’s chagrin. But now he was glaring at you the same way he had that first day you met, and you didn’t appreciate it. 

“Like hell I shouldn’t,” You snapped. “I care about Bangtan whether you like it or not, so you might as well--”

“He’s right, you shouldn’t be here,” Yoongi interrupted, and your mouth snapped shut in surprise. Before you could open it again to give Yoongi a piece of your mind, he took your elbow and led you gently away from Jungkook. “I wasn’t thinking earlier, and I know you want to help, but this is mafia shit that you don’t want to get involved in--”

“You mean, you don’t want me involved in,” You protested, and Yoongi sighed. 

“Yeah, okay, you’re right about that. But I know that to some extent, as long as you’re with me, you’re involved, and I’m just going to have to get used to that,” Yoongi sounded like he was trying very hard to stay calm, but he never broke eye contact with you. “But being here is too much. Jungkook keeps saying it was a setup, which probably means there will be other attacks. The more you know, the more danger you’re in. So do me a favor and go home? Please?”

You wanted to argue, to stay, to find out what had happened. But you reluctantly agreed, despite yourself. Yoongi would explain later, and even you had to admit you’d had enough personal run-ins with rival gangs to last a lifetime.

You saw Jay on your way out of the hospital as he was making his way in, along with several other cops. You hoped for a second that he hadn’t noticed you, but he called your name before you made it out the door. 

“I suppose I should have expected to see you here,” He said, and you shrugged. Jay was nice, and the sort of person that under other circumstances, you would love to have as a friend. Dating Yoongi made that complicated, however. Jay didn’t bother to hide the fact that he disproved of who you were dating, and unlike the majority of the police force, wasn’t scared to tell Yoongi so. No matter how many times you told Jay that Yoongi wasn’t a part of Bangtan anymore, he never really believed you. He also didn’t quite seem to get that it wasn’t really any of his business, anyway. 

“Yeah, I guess,” You started to turn away, but he continued talking. 

“That means Yoongi’s here somewhere, right?” 

“Why?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “He didn’t have anything to do with what happened, so why does it matter?” 

Jay held up a hand in defense. “I just thought, you know, that since this is gang-related, and he isn’t part of the gang anymore, he would stay home. I guess not.”

You rolled your eyes at him, not bothering to tell him goodbye as you turned once more and stalked away. 

You got to the end of the hospital parking lot when you realized that you hadn’t heard anything about the rest of Bangtan. Were they okay? Were they accounted for? Had anyone told them that Jimin was hurt?

You pulled out your phone, scrolling down to Seokjin’s number. It rang twice, then went to voicemail. You then tried Taehyung, then Hoseok, and were sent to voicemail every time. 

You let out a sigh of frustration, trying Seokjin’s number once more while trying to warm up your free hand in your coat pocket. It was below freezing out, and if you’d thought about it, you would have asked for Yoongi’s car keys so you could drive yourself back to the dorms. As it was, you were going to have to walk. 

“Are you waiting for a ride?” A friendly voice said, jogging up to a car near you. You only shrugged, ending the call only to try one more time. “I can drop you off somewhere if you’d like.” He offered, and you shook your head. You were debating whether or not to go back in to get Yoongi’s keys, but for some reason that just felt childish. He was trying to sort things out in there, and you didn’t want to bother him just because you didn’t feel like walking the two blocks back to your dorm. 

“Thanks, but I’m fine,” You assured the stranger, who nodded, hopping into his car.

“Suite yourself, but it’s freezing out here and you don’t exactly look warm.” 

It was true, and somehow hearing the words made you that much more aware of the fact. When you ran out the door with Yoongi, you hardly had time to grab a coat, let alone gloves, a hat, or a scarf. 

Before the stranger pulled away, he rolled his window down to talk to you once more. “Look, I don’t want to be weird, but I’m going to feel really bad if you die of hypothermia or something. Do you want me to wait here until your ride shows up or something?” 

For some reason, that was what did it. You shoved your phone in your coat pocket and pulled the passenger side door open. 

“If you could drop me off right outside of campus, I’d really appreciate it,” You said, grateful to be out of the cold. The man gave you a smile, holding a hand out to you. 

“Im Changkyun, nice to meet you,” He said. “And that works out well--I live in the east-wing dorms.”

You felt somewhat better knowing his name, and that he was a student, but the skeptic in you didn’t quite believe him. 

You pulled out your phone as you rode in silence, texting Taehyung and hoping that he could give you some insight into what had happened. 

“It sucks, right?” Changkyun commented lightly. “Getting left out of the loop while important stuff’s going on. Being told to go home, even though you have just as much right to be there as everyone else...”

You turned your gaze to him, wondering what you’d just gotten yourself into. “What are you talking about?” You asked carefully. 

“Hm?” Changkyun spared you a glance, then gave an embarrassed laugh. “Oh, sorry. Just, I know that look. When my grandmother was sick, my family did the same thing to me--made me leave, told me not to worry even though that’s impossible...” 

You felt relief sweep over you at his words. This meant he wasn’t stalking you or Yoongi, he didn’t really know what was going on, he was just--

“But I would’ve thought Yoongi would want you there. Since you’re kind of invaluable when it comes to taking down rival gangs, and all,” Changkyun continued, and you suddenly felt like the floor had been snatched from underneath you. Changkyun shouldn’t know about any of what he just said. 

“You--you can drop me off here,” You said, unbuckling your seatbelt and trying the door. It was locked, of course, and you scrambled to try and pry the lock up from where it was in the door. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you--I swear on my mother’s life. I just want to talk.” 

You tried the door again, even though you knew there was no hope. You then turned back to your phone, planning to call the police, but it was snatched from your hand in a matter of seconds. 

“I told you, I just want to talk,” Changkyun said, a hint of exasperation in his voice. “What you did last year--that was genius. You set up a plan that took down a formidably sized gang, and pulled it off without any casualties. It was impressive, and I want to offer you a job.”

You started at him incredulously. “You what?” 

Changkyun shrugged. “You’re smart, loyal, and according to your file, friends with a police officer. You’d be a great addition to the team.” 

He had stopped at a red light, and you took your opportunity. Unbuckling quickly, you jabbed your fist at his head. He saw it coming, but was sitting at too awkward an angle to properly block your punch. Your fist collided with his nose, and as he let out a pained cry you reached across him to unlock the doors. 

You were out of the car in a matter of seconds, running towards the sidewalk. You heard Changkyun step out as well, but he didn’t follow you. Once you were standing underneath a streetlight, you looked back over your shoulder to see him waving. 

“Your loyalty is admirable, really. I just think you should rethink who you’re loyal to.” 

“And why the fuck would I do that?” You spat back, trying to ignore the ache in your hand--you definitely hadn’t thrown the punch right, and you could only hope that nothing was broken. 

“Because you don’t know him. He’s not the good-guy here. To be fair, neither are we--but at least if you joined X, we would be honest with you.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” You scoffed, internally wincing at the pain in your hand grew. 

“Oh? So Yoongi told you everything, did he? All about what his job in Bangtan was, and why Jaebum hates him so much? My mistake.” Changkyun smiled, getting back into his car and rolling down the window. “I’ll see you around, Y/n. Let me know if you reconsider.”

You’d left your phone in Changkyun’s car, but you didn’t really think calling anyone in Bangtan would do you any good at the moment anyway. You considered going to the police, but that would only cause other issues later. So you walked back to the dorms, hoping Changkyun had lied when he said that he lived in the east wing. 

You went to the library like usual the next day, finding Yoongi sitting with his feet up on his desk, staring off into space. He didn’t even blink when you made your way around it to peck him on the cheek.

“Hey,” You prompted, nudging his feet out of the way so you could sit. 

“Hm? Oh. Hey,” He gave you a sort of half-smile that disappeared the next moment.

“How’s Jimin?” You asked carefully. Your plan was to tell him about your strange encounter from the night before as soon as possible, but you suspected that if you did, he wouldn’t listen in his current state. 

“Not good,” Yoongi sighed, pushing his glasses slightly further up his nose. “But he’s tough, and the Doctors say he’s doing better than expected.” 

“And Namjoon?” 

Yoongi shook his head. “Gone.” 

“Gone...how?”

Yoongi shrugged. “Missing. The last time anyone heard from him was two days ago.” His eyebrows were knitted together, and he ran a hand through his hair absently. “We don’t even really know where to start looking.”

You bit your lip, trying to find a way to tell him about the previous nights events without worrying him further. “Yoongi--”

“They want me to take Namjoon’s place,” He said at the same time. “I was second in line to inherit Bangtan, so they think I’d be a good substitute until we find him.”

You stared at him in stunned silence for a moment. “And what was your answer?”

Yoongi chuckled humorlessly. “I accepted.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. One of the main ways you rationalized that it was perfectly fine to date Yoongi was that he wasn’t a criminal anymore. After last years events, you were sure that dating someone who was currently caught up in gang-related affairs would be madness, and Yoongi had sworn he’d been done with all of it for years. 

You understood that this was his family, and he would do anything for them, but rejoining Bangtan as their temporary leader seemed a little much. 

“Yoongi--” You tried again, then stopped as a thought occurred to you. “You told me once that you and your brothers all had things you were in charge of in Bangtan, right?” He nodded. “What was yours?”

Yoongi blinked at you slowly, his expression unreadable. “Irrelevant. I’ll be gone the rest of today. Lock up for me?” He pulled his keys out of his pocket and held them out to you, ignoring your question entirely as he stood up. He kissed you lightly before stepping around you to leave and hurrying to catch the elevator with some students. “I’ll text you if Jimin’s condition changes.”

“Wait, I don’t have my phone,” You called as he slipped in. “I left it--” He had looked up briefly as you spoke, but didn’t stop the elevator doors from closing. 

A/N Wow it’s been a while, right? Uhm. It’s going to be a little different from last time. I hope you like it! Thank you for reading, and let me know your thoughts and feelings! <3 <3 <3

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warning; ENORMOUS rant post ahead

Mkay, alright, i will never put my opinions on main because that account is so precious to me. But i *DO* have opinions, i am not neutral on anything at all though i try and take the neutral stance publicly as i dont want anyone to feel hated or left out. I don’t much care who follows me or who likes my art, im not gonna police every bit of traffic i get on that account it’s just exhausting. all of this is exhausting.

you wanna know my opinion? probably not, if not just scroll lmao. the block button is RIGHT THERE.

im tired of people going out and attacking those which they disagree with. Yes, what this person may be doing may very well be immoral or gross or just straight up wrong. but seriously, wtf is fighting going to do? They aren’t going to change and it’s not your job or your place to try and do so. Senseless bickering does nothing but make you all look like KINDERGARTENERS. BABIES. Grow the FUCK up. Making your whole account just be about “calling out” and putting others down is fucked and stupid and quite honestly obsessive. You’re no better than the republicans who get off to being angry all the time.

hot take; blocking someone is free and easy!!!!!!!

if you don’t like someone or what they do/post, BLOCK THEM!!

if you have a friend who is in contact with them, and they would be uncomfortable talking to them if they knew, then tell them. Don’t send your bitches out to go and attack. it doesnt do anything.

youre not a special snowflake, you’re not the main character, nothing you say is going to do anything.

and don’t get me started on many of yalls fucking savior complex you got going on. jesus christ it’s fucking pathetic. i hope you grow older and realize how low and pathetic you were being.

i have another semi unrelated hot take; people can change and grow!! ignorance is not a crime, it’s what they choose to do with the knowledge once they actually have it that defines a person.

youre a bunch of middle schoolers, going around spreading rumors with your little screenshots and callout posts. it’s like whispering things in each other’s ears in class. FFS. you ARE cancel culture. you ARE the problem.

p//dos have no room in my friend circle and never will, but do i seek them out and make problems on purpose? NO. Why? because then i’d be the fucking problem!!! block them, inform your like-minded peers to do the same, and move. the. fuck. on. seriously.

let things go 😐😐😐 youre not a guardian angel, youre not a savior, you’re not the moral queen of everything. fffuuckk im so tired you guys. i have started debating leaving the g/t community altogether—

I LOVE GT. it’s brought me so much comfort and has been the only constant throughout my entire life. It’s one of my two special interests, even stronger than dragons. (yes, i am autistic lmao.)

feel free to leave your opinions in this account’s ask box. I am a very forgiving and open-minded person. if you think i’m wrong about something, come to me like a human being and an adult and talk to me about it. i know that i’m not right about everything and could be very ignorant about things i had no idea about. just don’t be a fucking asshole about it, use your damn words.

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Stop (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

A/n: Sup peeps! I’m literally crying rn bc I made a fanfic and accidentally pressed delete and I worked on it for more than two hours! It’s okay tho bc I wrote another one! Hope y'all enjoy it! Btw REQUEST ARE OPEN!

Summary: You and Billy have been dating for quite a long time now and he’s been avoiding you. You see him wandering the halls and took advantage. What seemed to start good, turned out bad.

You were waiting for Max at her locker for god knows how long. It was class time so there wasn’t anyone around. You heard footsteps coming from your right and turned to see Max. She looked confused but still kept walking.

“What brings you here?” She asked as she opened her locker.

“I need to see your brother right now! Do you know where he is?” You asked curiously, making Max laugh. She put her hand on your shoulder and spoke.

“You need to calm down! He’s probably walking around like an idiot.” You nodded your head.

“I’ll pay you back I swear!” You said before running off. You ran to your locker and decided to put all your things into it. You slammed the door and saw someone from the corner of your eyes. Billy. You made eye contact with him, before slowly walking to him.

“Hey sexy!” He said grabbing onto your hips, only to be rejected when you pulled away. You grabbed his arm and led him into the girls washroom.

“I need to talk to you.” You spoke softly. He smiled and moved forward, pushing you against one of the walls.

“Why don’t we keep that for later huh?” He snaked his hands to your butt and groped it harshly, pulling you closer to him. You wanted to get out of his grip but he was too strong.

“Billy, seriously! Stop!” He looked at you, before bringing his lips against your neck.

“You look hot today baby! I can’t help myself.” He kissed your neck to your jaw, he moved to your lips, but you turned your head. He pulled his body away from you and waited.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked, sounding annoyed.

“What’s wrong with me? WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?” You lost your patience, your soft gentle voice now a harsh growl. He looked a little taken back and he didn’t like the fact you’re raising your voice.

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” He asked in a low, intimidating voice. He slowly moved closer to you, blocking you between him and the stall door. 

“You, asshole.” He raised his hands to slap you, but stopped midway when he heard a teacher. He looked at you, covering your face in fear.

“This isn’t over.” He said before moving away towards the door. As soon as you heard the door close, you slid down and hugged yourself. What have you gotten yourself into? After about half an hour, you saw Max walk in.

“Y/N!”She yelled before running to your side. You looked at her with puffy eyes and she didn’t know what to do other than hugging you.

“That monster! Wait till I tell dad.” You held her wrist tightly, signalling her not too. You brought your hands to your face and wiped the tears away. You stood up and faced Max.

“I-I need to b-break up with him.” Even though you were stuttering, Max knew you meant it. She looked scared, for you, for what’s going to happen.

“You can’t do that, not with him. Make him break up with you Y/N.” She was panicking for some reason and you were confused.

“Why?” You asked, barely getting the question to leave your lips.

“Let’s just say that his ex moved to another school cause of him…” You needed to know more but you didn’t have the energy too. You hugged her tightly since she would be the only one who would understand.

“I love you so much Maxine! Thanks for the help!” You pulled away and she smiled.

“You too! Just, please try to avoid him for a while.” You nodded your head. She was about to leave but you pulled her back.

“Wait, are you guys going to hunt down the demogorgons? Cause I’ll come with you.” Her face lit up with excitement which answered your question.

“Meet us at Will’s house! I’ll see you then and hope you feel better!” She gave you one last hug before she left. You looked at yourself in the mirror and took a deep breath.

7 o'clock at the Byer’s House

You stepped out of your car and moved towards the door. You stood at the front, debating if you should go or turn back. Before you can choose, Steve opened the door and smiled!

“Y/n! Come in!” It was funny because now that Mrs.Byers is gone, Steve has been acting like a mom. You laughed and entered the house to see everyone’s face in shock. You turned behind you to see nothing.

“Hello?” You questioned and they all looked at each other. They all shook their heads and waved at you. You walked towards Lucas, plopping down beside him.

“What are you dipshits up to?” You asked as you turned to face “the squad”.

“We’re actually trying to plan how we are suppose to attack or lure the demogorgans into the centre. We have to go to the farm and go down the hole, light it on fire then come back up.” Steve and you looked at each other in confusion.

“And who’s driving?” Steve asked only for all of them to point at him. He rolled his eyes and grabbed the towel he had over his shoulders.

“This is not happening! Do you understand that? I never agreed to this! I promised to keep you guys safe and that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. If you go out there by yourself, don’t expect me or Y/n to save your ass’.” They looked at you and you nodded your head. The phone started ringing and no one bothered to notice because they were too busy fighting. You got up and went to answer the phone.

“Hello?” You asked to hear a female voice on the other side. You looked down at the number and it was coming from your house.

“Yeah! Y/n! Honey! A handsome young man came looking for you and his sister Ma-”

“WHAT?” You yelled through the phone and everyone around you turned their attention to you. Your body was heating up from what your mom just told you.

“It’s not a big deal, Y/n! I told him you both should be at the Byer’s house and he’s probably on his way. Make sure to not scare him!”

“DID YOU GIVE ALL OF OUR SOCIAL SECURITY NUMBERS TOO?” You asked as anger was boiling through your entire body.

“Y/n im so-”

“SAVE IT!” You yelled and slammed the receiver down, cutting her off. You looked towards the others in worry, especially Max.

“Max, you need to come with me right now.” Max didn’t even ask you anything and followed you. Steve moved in between you and the door, curious to know what’s so serious.

“What happened?” He focused mainly on you, analyzing the way your body was stiff and trembling.

“B-billly is c-coming.” You said through your stutters. Max gasped and moved away from the door.

“NO! HE CAN’T FIND ME! DO SOMETHING!” She yelled as she ran towards Lucas, who wrapped his arms around her. 

“Why are you guys scared of that guy?” Your head shot back to Steve and he moved back a bit.

“You don’t understand. He’s one son of a bitch Steve, you even know that. He’ll hurt Max and kill me!” Steve pushed you back, far away from the door. You started pacing around the living room. Sitting on the couch, getting up, pacing for a bit, and doing it all over again.

“Steve. I need to get her home before he com-”

You were cut off when you heard an engine roaring from outside.  “Billy.” Both you and Max said in unison.

“Okay, stay here with them Y/n! If he gets in, you need to defend them.” He said before opening the door. As soon as the door closed, all of you ran to the couch that was below the window and looked out. You being the tallest, had to get up and look from the top. You noticed how Billy was constantly looking at the window then turned to look at the kids. You looked again and noticed Steve swing his head back to the window.

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“SHIT! Did he see us?” Dustin asked as he slid down the couch like the others. You went near the door and slightly opened it to see Steve on the ground and Billy walking towards the door.

“NO!” You immediately pushed your body weight against the door, but Billy was pushing on it real hard. You looked at the ceiling to see cracks starting to appear. You knew you had to let go before the entire door breaks.

“GO AWAY BILLY! MAX IS NOT HERE!” You shouted as loud as you can and heard a chuckle.

“PRINCESS! YOUR HERE TOO? WELL ISN’T THIS A LUCKY DAY!” You regretted even speaking. He shoved the door a little harder and you landed right on your ass. He slammed the door open and looked down at you.

“Well, well, well, who do we have here? Is that Lucas Sinclair?” He moved dangerously close to Max and Lucas and eyed them. You pushed yourself up and shoved yourself in between Billy and the kids.

“The doors behind you. Leave!” He laughed before wrapping his hands around your throat. You can hear the kids yelling and trying to pull him back but he was determined to get what he wants. You tried to pry his hands away, but it only got tighter.

“Watch yourself, Y/l/n! You might be signing up to see the bitchy side of me.” His face was probably a few centimetres away from yours. You snickered before saying,

“Aren’t I already?” His face slowly started turning red and before you can process, he threw you to the ground. You landed on your back and laid there for a few seconds, trying not to pass out. You could tell he was moving forward and just as he bent down, Steve opened the door, standing above you. You smiled and looked back at Billy before punching his face, nice and hard. He grunted as he fell back and Steve took the chance to bend down and punch him multiple times. You pulled Steve up and told him to get out of the house with the kids.

“Steve! Take them and start your plan.” Steve was hesitating, but he knew you would be fine. You straddled Billy’s hips and held him down, giving the others a chance to escape. Steve gave you one last glance.

“Are you sure?” You huffed.

“I’m positive Steve! Now get the fuck out!” He closed the door and you heard the car come to life and drive off. Billy took this chance to push you off of him and picked you up. He brought you to the couch and dropped you, setting himself on top of you.

“Get off of me!” You squirmed beneath him as he laughed evilly. He pulled your hands above your head and held it there.

“Give me one good reason to.” He seemed serious. You teared up and almost began to cry.

“You don’t love me.” The words left your lips as it made its way through his mind. As it hit him, he let go of your hands and stood up.

“What are you talking about? Of course I love you!” You stood up, maintaining the same eye level.

“Lies.” You shoved past him to the door, ready to leave this place but he pulled you back.

“You’re not leaving this place without explaining yourself!” He backed you up against the wall like he did earlier, but there was no sexual tension, only anger and sadness.

“Y-You haven’t been talking to me! You don’t even bother to checkup on me! You have been ignoring my texts. You have been partying with our school sluts when you told me you’re tired!” You didn’t even take a breath in between and just looked at Billy for an answer.

“I don’t understand so clarify this, you’re the one who took an interest for me first right?” You waited for an answer but he just looked at you blankly, lost.

“ANSWER ME BILLY!” He nodded his head and you can tell, he knew this was going somewhere bad and because it was all his fault.

“You’re the one who asked me out, am I right?” He nodded his head and looked down at his hands, looking at the promise rings you swapped with each other.

“You’re the one who gave me the promise ring and said we should always keep each other as a first priority!” He looked at you in shame, hating himself. You both didn’t even notice the fact that Billy, is now backed up against the wall.

“I didn’t know you felt that way… I’m sorry.” For the first time, you actually heard something from Billy that he meant. You sarcastically laughed.

“Wow! That’s the first thing you’ve actually meant!” He looked at you with tears in his eyes.

“I wasn’t doing anything with those girls anyway, even ask Max! I called them cows! I promise I’ll make it better.” You raised your left hand in between both of your faces and slowly took the ring off. You shoved the ring to his chest and gave a weak smile.

“You already broke it.” With that said, you kissed his cheek one last time and moved towards the door. You saw a single tear run down his cheek and you wanted to hug him, hold him, but both of you knew it’s not possible.