#I've been told that i was a liar before because of what I mentioned earlier about where hitler got his inspo from

[wikagirl]

okay fellas, I'm sorry but I feel the need to get onto my little soapbox here for a bit.

Rant below the cut.

Warnings: discussion the genocide of american natives, WW2 discussions, mentiones of death (repeatedly), mentions of eugenics, gas chambers, hanging, starvation, jim crow laws and general rage at people who downplay horrible events that happened in history because they are "not as bad" as WW2

For context: I'm following a bunch of native american creators on insta because somebody unintentionally sent me down a rabbit hole and one of them made a post mourning the lives lost to the strategic erasure of their culture since the Europeans first stepped foot on the american continent. They described it as the native holocaust.

Some guy seemed genuinely confused about the use of the word holocaust so I thought I'd be nice and clear up some confusion about it and left it at that HOWEVER when I brought it up later with friends in discord because I thought it was kinda silly how mad the dude got over it in later comments I came to realize that a lot of people don't actually know what the word means and, especially white americans, seem to get really pissed off when the word is "misused" and now here we are.

So, just to be clear: It does NOT mean death by fire in german. I have no idea where everyone gets that from because it's not even a German word. Death by fire is Feuertod in german and, considering that a lot more people in ww2 died through gas chambers, hanging, starvation, sickness and gunfire using a word meaning "death by fire" would be completely and utterly wrong.

It's true that the greek word it stems from, holókauston, is put together out of holos (whole) and kaustós (burnt) but even then it still does not mean death by fire, it means a sacrifice that was wholly burnt which is why we use the term for events such as the ones of WW2 in a metaphorical sense. It was a great (as in big) intentionally made "sacrifice" that (almost) wholly "burnt" away a whole group of people and I'm putting sacrifice in "-" so nobody gets the wrong idea here. It wasn't a sacrifice, a sacrifice is something you make in honor of something like a god or a cause, it was government funded massmurder.

For reference, here is the wikipedia on the term.

What holocaust the modern word DOES mean is destruction or slaughter of human life on a mass scale through various means which include fire depending on what dictionary you look at.

For reference, here is what is says in the Duden in German and for the English folks the definition from the Cambridge dictionary just to make 100% sure everyone is on the same page here.

The reason for why we call the events of WW2 THE holocaust is because, thus far, it was the most extreme case in human history in meticulously planned execution and a (considering the death toll) extremely short time span. For that it is THE holocaust as in the biggest most extreme but that does not mean that there can't be other instances of one happening and that events that had been labeled as one previously before ww2 suddenly aren't one anymore and as much as we all like to believe that humanity has learned its lesson deep down we all know that is not the case and it's only a matter of time before something worse happens.

"Oh but Wiika, events change the meanings of words” Yes, but I honestly believe that this one word, the one word we have to describe man made horror beyond the comprehension of the average mind, should not be gatekept and exclusive to one event.

Claiming what is happening to native american folks is not a holocaust and "just a massacre that happened x amount of years ago" to me is denial of history and denial of the more than 13 million lives lost on the side of the natives alone as estimated by this paper on page 7 that I have seen cited as a source repeatedly while looking up the topic on the webpages of several reservations and articles on the topic so I'll trust that they check their sources more thoroughly than I do.

For reference, if we sum up the numbers given in the chart under "Number of deaths" from the United Stated Holocaust Memorial Museum (and yes I picked an english source just for you, also to be clear we are only looking at the victims that were civilians/not soldiers and people that were imprisoned/qualified to be send to a KZ which is literally everyone else on that list) and pick the higher number for the Roma we get a number that looks a little something like 18.933.900 and taking into account the two shadows numbers we can pump that up to 19 million and still probably miss a few thousand.

Again, side by side. WW2 19 million in total. The natives of america 13 million. That is a difference of 6 million and at this point I would like to remind you that the killing and erasure of natives is still ongoing meaning that the number keeps going up and we also have a huge shadow number that is probably also in the thousands of kids that had been taken to be "cultured" and never were heard of again and kidnappings and killings that are being skillfully ignored by law enforcement and also just murders that happened in the past that we probably never heard of and also probably never will.

I know that the number of 19 million came to be within six years and the 13 million over the span from 1492 until this paper was first published in 2018 and I know that the timespan and how quickly things happened in WW2 are part of what makes it so disturbing to many people but it should not overshadow the fact that these are human lives lost to a system designed to erase them in both cases.

We should not be standing here and saying one of these things is less bad than the other because it took longer to achieve such a high number of deaths or because the total of deaths is lower. Millions are still millions. Most people can't even imagine what a few thousand people would look like in one open space. Now try and fathom literally millions of people as an image in your head, all dead.

Also, as a little side tangent: I know americans have a bit of a hard on for WW2 media and such because it makes them feel like the hero because they came and swooped in and killed the evil nazis BUT what a lot of folk like to ignore in the favour of the illusion of being a hero is that a lot of hitlers ideas and systems were inspired by what was going on in northern america. The KZs were inspired by the US Indian reservation system. The whole "blood purity" law that forced people to proof that they are "only to a certain percent jewish" or else they be sent to work and extermination camps was inspired by Margaret Higgins Sanger and her eugenics theories and don't even get me started on the Jim Crow laws that directly inspired a lot of anti-jewish laws that were going on back then.

To sum up my whole point with this long ass rant:

Please for fucks sake stop telling people that a massacre, especially against their own people, does not count as a holocaust because there has been "a bigger one".

Don't take away the one word we have to accurately describe the man made horrors and crimes committed against human life because you think a different event in time is more deserving of it. To do so is to deny what happened in its true extent and that is nothing but disrespectful to the lives that have been lost.

You can't just say that one of the two is less horrible than the other, both have aspects that are terrifying to them, some more and some less, but the second you say "I think that x event is less bad than y event" that implies that one of the two is more....excusable?

The two events mentioned above are clearly not the same, they never will be and they never should be treated as such and they never ever EVER should be treated as if they are in competition about which one of them is worse or is deserving of a title.

I merely brought them both up to put into perspective what some people are willing to excuse and even completely disregard because they feel like something else is more deserving of the label of "destruction or slaughter of human life on a mass scale" and thus completely disregard literally 531 and still counting years worth of bloodshed and abuse as nothing more than a minor hiccup in the history of the glorious land of the free the way that they always do with anything that throws a shadow on that not USA exclusive american dream considering that Canada is literally just maple syrup flavoured USA when it comes to this topic specifically.

Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk.

#tw ww2 #tw death #tw violence #tw murder #tw eugenics #tw holocaust #mention of death #mention of eugenics #if we counted ALL the victims of ww2 including soldiers. rebels and people who died after the end of the war to things caused by the war #such as disability. infected wounds and the countless healthissues the freed KZ inmates had as a result of their time in the camps #we would have more than 70 million dead bodies summed up from all sides of the war #also please for fucks sake stop telling me as a german how I'm supposed to feel about ww2 or that I'm uneducated about it #ww2 is literally the only topic we do in history class from year 7 and onward #so sometimes up to 6 years of only ww2 and we are thorough with it too and considering how a lot of americans talk about the horrors #that happened in that time period I honestly think that they are the ones who don't know what they are talking about #a lot of folks outside of germany never even heard about the blood purity laws or the arian breeding programms #literally all of the shit I listed in here are things that were drilled into my brain in history class #I only looked things up to fact check so I don't misremember. This is basic history knowledge that is expected of german kids. #I've been told that i was a liar before because of what I mentioned earlier about where hitler got his inspo from #and to those people I say fuck you because since then I have actually bought and read his book and it's literally all in there #yes that book #and yes it's back on store shelves with editors notes and context markers and all that good stuff #and I honestly think it should be read in schools or at least snippets of it should be what all this insanity is built upon #actually our history teacher in 9th grade made us read bits of it even when it wasn't part of the curriculum #that woman trained us to sniff out nazi propaganda methods like blood hounds #and it's disturbing to see how much of these methods are currently being used in US government campaigns #shout out to mrs curtis for being the best history and english teacher I've ever had #can't wait to once again have the good old “white saviour syndrome” be tossed at me #but honestly I'm just so fed up with people downplaying events because ww2 was worse #they do it with the russia-ukranie situation rn and even bfore that they did it with gulags which are often used a joke

[thatoneidiotdts]

Billy Hargrove and Eddie Munson poly relationships headcannons/story idk at this point

I would say 18+ but then I would be a hypocrite so uuuhhhh 16+ ig, should it be labeled 18+? yes. but ill be a liar before a hypocrite.

A/n: hello ladies and gentlemen im officially back as it has been a full year and few days since i've posted something is here I am posting about the current crushes I have. Also make sure to comment!

Note: in some cases the reader will be either amab or afab, Reader also uses they/them pronouns in this. Ill try my best to make the reader as race neutral as possible but as a white person I might not do it in the best way so please if you see me make a mistake notify me so that I can correct it. Also reader is a hella rich person with dead parents and a giant log cabin, important to the story.

WORDCOUNT: 8.5k words /30 mins read time

WARNINGS: Bringing up past abuse, Neil himself again, bullying, blood, fights, sex, mentions of sex, Billy being a little bit ooc, emotions, breakdowns, mentions of drugs

How it started

Eddie and you have been semi dating since the summer before your fourth year. It was never anything really serious, it was more like good friends with benefits. The benefits being sometimes kissing and romantic cuddling and sex but that's it, you pay him for the last thing, he told you a million times you don't need to but you always do, because you simply can.

He did catch feelings for you but was too scared to admit them

You hoped he would pass this year but you knew all your hopes were in vain as he barely passed last year even with your help

On the first day of school you could hear a very loud car pull up somewhere in the school parking lot, probably a flashy, loud, sports car. Either a new kid joined or someone won a small lottery, you didn't care enough to look behind you.

You entered the classroom way earlier than any other student normally would and sat in your usual seat. Soon more and more students entered the classroom and filled the seats from back to front.

The bell rang a minute after the teacher entered the classroom, she started reading out all the names. She soon read out a new name, while you surely couldn't remember all the names, you were at least familiar on hearing all of them except this one.

At that someone entered the classroom, everyone looked over to see who it was, it was definitely no one you recognized. "Ah speak of the devil. Class this is our new student, would you like to introduce yourself?"

She asked and he smiled and introduced himself, William "Billy" Hargrove, moved from San Francisco and is 18 years old. You could hear all the girls melt at the sight of him, it annoyed you if you were being honest. You wouldn't deny that he wasn't handsome, but that handsome? No.

You could see the way he eyed the classroom, you could smell the fake smile on his face. Guessing from the way he dressed, he was surely a typical attention seeking bad boy, maybe someone could finally be Steve's competition.

"How interesting! There should be an extra seat next to miss/mister/mx (L/n) right over there." Of course she would sit him next to you, she expected you to help him out, like they don't teach anything in that sunny California.

After a few minutes of the class out of the corner of you eye you could see a paper being thrown on your desk. "So (L/n) huh? What's your name?"

Of course he was bored, you didn't expect anything better. You pulled out you note book from your previous year, after pulling out a paper you responded back.

"The name's (Y/n), I'll borrow you my old notebook so that you can copy it somewhere. I recommend you do. Ms. Cambell is a real devil when it comes to knowing stuff from the previous year, comes with being a chemistry teacher I guess. Don't get used to my help please, I already have enough idiots begging for it."

After putting the note in the notebook you handed it too him, the semi surprised look made it worth just a little bit. You didn't get a single note after that, he probably figured you weren't that impressed my him.

Soon the class ended and everyone gathered around his desk, asking him a million and one questions he barely have the time to answer. You could hear one of the students gasp "Is that (L/n)'s notebook?"

Oh no

Everyone looked at you with a very surprised look, god did you hate Tommy H. What a prick. "Dude what did you bribe them with? Last time I asked they didn't give me shit"

"Well I'm my defense you had time and the ability to write it down, he's the new kid so I'm cutting him some slack, you guys get enough help as it is."

Everyone groaned at your words, they knew how strict you were with your notes and other school stuff. Out of the corner of your eyes you could see Billy smirk. Smug son of a bitch, you knew he was gonna use that argument to get you too help him and you knew it will work.

After your final class was over you walked out of the school and into the parking lot, at this point you just wanted to go home, first days at school were almost always the worst, and today it seems like its the special kind of worst.

That idiotic jerk Tommy was yelling at Eddie probably for some wildly absurd thing, as you got closer you could actually make out what the idiot was saying, you should have expected it honestly. It was again about how 'demonic' dungeons and dragons was.

"Tommy I swear to whatever is playing dolls with this universe I'll never help you in spanish again if you don't let the poor guy go until he graduates"

He tried to protest you but a single look from you was enough to shut him up. You grabbed Eddie by his hand and stormed off to your car. You could feel him try to catch up to your walking pace.

"Hey you know you can slow down a bit right? your car won't run away!" he said as you continued with your fact pace. in less than a minute you reached your car.

You look him straight in the eyes, you could feel your face become warm "Do you need to be some where today?" He scratched his head in confusion "No? Why are you asking?" and then it clicked for him, his face suddenly became red, his whole body language changing. "Well why didn't you say so babe?"

He said as he got into the passenger seat, you groaned in annoyance as you got into the drivers seat, turned on the car and finally left the damn school parking lot. The road through the forest was nice, no cars in sight, no worries.

Suddenly you could feel a hand on your upper thigh, slowly going more inwards but still waiting "Color?" He asked "Green" You answered. Eddie smirked as he started to palm your sex through the fabric.

All you could do is focus on the road in front of you as best as you could, sometime you wanted to pull over and finish everything then and there but you knew he wont be all that pleased with that, you both preferred the privacy of a bedroom.

You tried your best to not let out a sound but from time to time something escaped from your mouth. Maybe you couldn't see him but you knew damn well he was enjoying himself while teasing you like this.

The drive to your place was finally over, as you parked your car the two of you quickly got out and walked over to the front doors. You didn't really worry about someone seeing you, your butlers and maids were having afternoon tea right now.

The two of you quickly walked up the grand staircase and got to your bedroom, locking the doors after yourself.

You didn't know how much time passed by now, a good while surely passed as you realized how close the sun was to the line of the horizon. You slowly got up from the bed and out of your jacket pocket pulled out a packet of cigarettes.

Your body was not surprisingly aching from the previous activities, your legs slightly shaking and your ankles and wrists sore from the rope he used.

Opening the balcony doors you put an extra pillow on your chair and sat on it, soon Eddie joined you. After he took a cigarette from you the two of you enjoyed the sunset in silence, sharing a few words here and there.

After the sun went fully down and the blue hour started you got back in and put a few hundred bucks in an envelope, you weren't paying attention of how many you put in nor did you really care. When you tried to hand it to him he quickly tried to reject it like he always does.

But after some time you got him to take it, like you always do. He started to dress himself with the clothes that were messily thrown on the floor as you plopped yourself on the freshly made bed, you knew exactly who re made it after completely wrecking you.

"If you need a drive home ask Jeremy, and please be safe" you said as he walked up to your bed and placed one final kiss on your lips and walked out off your bedroom, softly closing it after himself, you quickly fell asleep after that.

School was hell like always, the first two months were finally over and November was starting which only could mean one thing, preparations for the pre-Christmas holidays exams. This was one of the worst times of the year for you, constant begging for help and tutoring when it was obviously too late.

The semi rich kids offering to pay you, not knowing that u truly don't need the money, the popular kids promising that they'll get you into their circle, the basketball players promising you a shoutout on their next big game, it was all so annoying.

You spent so many of your lunches in one of the bathroom stalls, hoping that no one would find you here and yet they did so now you started to hide under one of the less used stairs with Eddie by your side and yet you were found again.

You almost screamed as a somewhat familiar face entered your field of view. It was Billy, he said hi to you and Eddie and sat down next to you like nothing happened. This wasn't a surprise for you, the three of you actually became friends but mostly only on the school grounds.

The three off you only went out to get food twice but you could see that he was slowly putting down the 'bad boy' mask when he was in your company, but you knew why he was here and before he could ask you something you already had an answer prepared for him.

"No I will not tutor you I have a shit tone of things too do already without counting the sheer number of people who asked for tutoring, you had your time to learn now suffer the consequences"

"I just need help with algebra and precalculus its nothing major I promise! And I can pay you." he said, if you didn't know better you would see the little smile on his face as innocent but of course you knew better. Eddie was holding back a laugh behind you.

"For the last time I don't need the money and if those things are the 'only' thing you don't know that also means that you don't know at least the last three to five lessons! It'll take me at the least 4 full hours to explain it all"

You swung your hands wildly for just a moment to emphasize how stressed out and mad you are but out of the corner of your eyes you noticed how Billy flinched, and it wasn't a small flinch at that.

You decided to not comment on it, making it seem like you didn't see it. This intrigued you, you wondered what would cause this behavior, you decided to push your luck.

After letting out a sigh you gave in "Fine, but it can't be at my place. is yours ok, today after school?" You watched as his whole body became a tense. "Ah umm are you sure we can't go to a park somewhere? I just need to drop off my sister and I'm free from then"

Eddie raised an eyebrow "It is pouring outside?" His eyes darted back an forth as he broke the eye contact, he probably forgot about it. "Ooh yeah right! I guess it's my place then..." Billy sounded a little bit like a kicked puppy right now and tried his best to play it off like nothing was wrong.

You tried not to feel bad, if your concerns were really true you could help him and his sister. it will surely be a giant breach of privacy but he might understand later on. "Alright, I'll follow you with my car to your place"

After that you handed him 10 bucks "Could you go get me some snacks from the vending machine, you can also get something for yourself" He took the money and nodded, the moment he was gone you quickly pulled out your walkie talkie from your bag.

"Kimberly are you there?? over" You hoped she would respond quickly like she always does "Right here miss/mister/mx (L/n), over" You let exhaled in relief "Could you please cancel the meetings I have on 20th and move the todays ones on that date? Over"

"Of course, do you want me to pass on some excuse for you? over" You thought for a moment before answering "No need, just tell them about the change of plans, over and out" you said as you quickly put the walkie talkie back in your bag.

Eddie looked at you with a vey confused look on his face "Isn't that the very very veeeeeryy important meeting you've been stressing over for the last month or so??"

You sighed and nodded and Eddie squealed in excitement "Someone has a cruuuush!!" Your face became flaming hot as he said that "You have a crush on him too!!" You said defensively, maybe a bit to loudly too. He didn't deny your accusation and just laughed.

Not even three minutes later Billy was back with the snacks, after he sat next to you he handed you back the change and the three off you talked and enjoyed the snack until the end of the lunch break.

The bell of the final class finally hit as everybody got up to go home, you and Billy walked out together, luckily your cars were parked right next to each other today. "Will Max be late today again?"

He groaned at the thought, he truly hated when she was late, but luckily she wasn't today. In the distance you could see the little girl on her skateboard. She quickly picked up her skate board and put it in the trunk of the car.

She smiled as she said hi to you, and of course you smiled back and returned the gesture. Once Billy's parents made him take her with him when he was going out with you and since then you two became friends.

When the two of you finally drove off you followed his car all the way to his house, you tried your best not too groan at the thought of having to park on the street, a whole street down none the less, like he did but you were given no other choice. And of course you had to walk all the way back again.

The house was quiet and nice, quite minimalistic with decorations but still nice, and yet, there was no warmth in this house, not physically of course, their heating worked just fine.

There was no family like warmth in the house, hell your own home had more warmth and your parents were dead and you don't have any blood relatives that you know off. You were raised by your butlers and maids, drivers, tutors and many more, and yet, you have a house that is a home, this is no home.

Billy showed you his room, it wasn't too small nor too big, there was workout gear in the corner alongside large loudspeakers, a twin sized bed, a nightstand, a closet, rock band posters and more stuff here and there. nothing short of what you would expect from him.

You could see some damage was done to the door and to the wall, hell there was evidence of damage from different kinds of impacts all throughout the house, you wondered if all the 'fights' he got himself into were actually abuse.

He closed the door behind you as you plopped down on his bed as you pulled out your textbooks and notebooks, he brought a chair closer to the bed and sat on in. You started to explain the first lesson, it wasn't anything complicated for you, the same couldn't be said for Billy.

It took you two full hours to explain the first three lessons, he was finally catching on as you started to explain the fourth, sometimes he looked bored and sometimes he looked like he was actually paying attention but you were glad he was at the very least trying to understand.

Soon he started to take clothes out of his closet "Sorry I have a date lined up soon so I have to get ready. You can watch if you want" He smirked at you as he started to take off his shirt and unbuckle his belt.

You quickly turned around, feeling your face become extremely warm. Did you want to watch? Debatable. Did it feel like a giant breach of privacy even though he gave you verbal and clear permission? Definitely.

Lets be real if you are masc presenting he would call you a slur but its pride month so I'm making him a bit out of character

The ten minutes it took him too change were completely and awkwardly silent , at least they were for you, he probably didn't care. "Alright I'm done" You finally turned back around.

Your face became even warmer now, he definitely didn't take up the number one spot of the most handsome man you've ever seen. The tight jeans made his ass look so much better, his shirt showed just enough of his chest and that earing pulled everything together perfectly.

"You look..great" He snickered at the sight of you being so embarrassed. He suddenly stopped in his tracks, the room becoming dead silent as you became more confused by every passing second.

He quickly grabbed you by your arm and dragged you over to the side of the door "Stay here" He quietly whispered as she gently pushed against the wall. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. He took in a deep breath before opening it.

"What's wrong?" He was clearly annoyed, someone answered, probably his father. The moment they mentioned that Maxine wasn't in her room your anxiety got worse, you hoped she was ok. Billy claimed she probably went to the arcade or somewhere but that she was probably fine.

In the reflection of the mirror you could see his father move closer to him, if you could only warn him. "You were supposed to watch her" A thirteen year old? At thirteen you were signing important documents and held meetings by yourself, she was probably fine alone.

Billy gave him a good excuse, the were in fact more than three hours late. The more you listened to his fathers voice the more you wanted him to shut up. After some more arguing Billy turned of the music following it by saying that she isn't his sister.

Suddenly there was a loud bang, you almost jumped out of your own skin. There was another sound, a punch, out of the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears you could barely make out what they were saying, but you could hear him force Billy to apologize.

"Neil, really its okay-" Neil, you will remember that name for later "No, it's not okay, nothing about his behavior is okay." Hypocrite "But he's gonna make up for it, he's gonna call whatever whore he is seeing tonight" The definitely earned him another punch from you "And cancel their date"

For a moment you tuned out what they were saying and looked around yourself, there was nothing near you that you could use as a weapon, you looked in front of you, your backpack, closed, filled with heavy textbooks.

It could be useful, a good hit would surely knock him out or at least stunt him which would give you time for you and Billy to run. In that moment you realized how bad of an idea that was, for now it would solve some problems but not long-term, he could easily say you kidnaped him and Max and make the police forcefully take them away, no matter how much you wanted to you couldn't play hero in this situation.

"Isn't that right?!" The words snapped you out of your thoughts, there was some muttering you couldn't hear after that "Yes, sir" you could hear in his voice that he is about to crack "Find Max" the fuckhead said and finally left, after the door clicked closed did you finally got up.

He snapped his hand to the side and cupped his face, you could hear the quiet sobs he was trying to keep in. You slowly approached him, you made sure he knew you were in front of him before putting your hands on his forearms.

You slowly pulled them away from his face, giving him a chance too decline the gesture, the look he gave you broke your heart, he looked like a lost child. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him bury his face into your neck, softly crying into your shirt.

After a few minutes he pulled away, letting you go. You quickly got one of his bags and started to fill it with clothes, without shame you put in some boxers and socks alongside a few shirts and pants. After the bag was full you grabbed a two or three of his jackets in your hands.

"What the hell are you doing?" he was obviously confused "What does it look like, I'm packing your stuff, should be enough for a few days. Until he fully cools off I don't want you here, it's obviously not safe" You pulled out a piece of paper out of your pocket and gave it to him.

"On it is my address and a code, you'll need it to get in. As soon as you get max home go there, don't get back in here, I don't want to know what he will do to you. Do you want me to get Max's stuff as well? Is she safe here??"

Your worry warmed his heart "He won't hit her, she'll be fine" He said as he opened one of the windows. Before jumping out you hugged him one last time "Don't do anything rash please" you said as you let him go and jumped out, speed walking to your car never felt more stressful.

As you were driving home you stepped by Eddie's place. You knocked on his window and he quickly answered, you were right about him almost never sleeping. He quickly got out and got into your car and you drove off.

He could see that something bad happened, he decide that he would wait for you to say something. For the entire ride the two of you were quiet, while you were getting to your bedroom you were quiet and for the next hour and a half you were quiet as you sat on your bed.

After a while you started to talk about everything, about how you noticed signs, how you agreed to tutor him, how Billy's father treated his own son, how irresponsible the fucker was and then blamed Billy for his consequences, how you wanted to be a hero but couldn't.

"I'll hire some private investigators and then ask Benny to take guardianship over them, and then ill pay whatever judge to keep that twitchy little man behind the worst pair of bars America-no, the world has. I'll re open the god damn Alcatraz if I have to Eddie!"

You spewed pure venom as you paced around your room, cigarette in hand, already planning the man's painful execution "You can't just throw money at a problem you know? It may just make the things worse" You knew he was right, you hated that he was right, but he was also a little bit wrong.

"At this one I can! And I will gladly do so, that disgusting pig will be behind bars in no time! Hell in two calls or less I can order this man's death like a pizza! God I should have made my presence clear maybe then this shit wouldn't happen"

Eddie grabbed you by your shoulders and almost shook them as he looked you in the eyes "(Y/n) you are NOT above the law! Just because you can doesn't mean that you should. What if he wouldn't recognize you, not everyone knows how important you are"

He was firm with his words, he was worried you might actually order the man's death like a simple pizza just because you could which could throw you into legal trouble. You looked down in defeat, trying to make sense of what he just said.

Eddie pulled you into a hug, lightly rocking you back and forth "I know you want to help, I do to, but bribing someone may not be good for Billy or Max, have you thought that maybe they don't want him dead, behind bars sure, but dead?"

You didn't answer his question, the only thing you could do was sob and accept that by the end of the day you were just a mortal human being like he was, like Billy was, like Neil. like everyone. He gently rubbed your back as you cried.

After what felt like an eternity he pulled away and took the cigarette from your hand and extinguished it. He took your hand into his and slowly guided you to your bed, before you laid down you took one of Billy's leather jackets.

Your bed was a large Alaskan king sized bed and yet you tucked yourself to the side closest to the wall. His jacket smelled of cigarettes, cologne and his musk, it was different from Eddies but equally as comforting.

Eddie laid down besides you, letting you cuddle up to his side, nose still buried In Billy's leather jacket, Eddie could smell it too, he liked the way he smelled, he was always well groomed, used deodorant and cologne, unlike a typical highschool boy.

He decided to stay up in case Billy showed up, you did mention that you gave him the code and the address to him. Eddie hoped he was okay.

Billy opened his eyes as he tried to understand where he was, he was still on the floor, he could barely remember what happened, he found a note besides him 'I got home myself, I'm fine -Max'. He looked at the clock next to him, it hit 1AM just a few minutes ago.

He stumbled as he got up, still clearly under the influence of whatever the hell was in that syringe. He felt his pockets for his key and quickly got them. Walking felt like an entire workout, and driving was even worse.

If it was normal daytime he would surely have a car crash by now, he could barely drive straight. It took him a full half an hour to drive to his house. Suddenly he remembered your words 'don't get back in here'. He should have probably listened but he needed to know if Max was home.

He noticed that the lights in the house were on, he almost prayed for his own safety in that moment. When he stumbled into the house he could see Neil on the couch, obviously waiting for him.

Before he could say anything Billy asked him "Is Max home?" Neil said that she was but that wasn't the point now. Billy nodded and turned to walk out the door but before he could Neil stopped him by roughly grabbing him by his neck and throwing him on the floor.

Billy didn't know how many times he has been kicked and punched. it was a lot, more than usual, nose and lips bloody, traces of blood on the floor. He could barely breathe by now, his legs and arms were numb from the pain.

He could feel his hands on his neck again. Neil dragged him to the porch "Now ill give you a week to do whatever the hell you want and when you get home you will be the nice big brother to Max and you'll take your responsibilities more seriously okay?"

Billy could just nod as Neil kicked him for one final time before he got back in the house, locking the door behind him. Billy laid on the porch before attempting to get up, before he could get on his knees he fell down again, groaning in pain.

It took him three or four tries before he finally got to his feet, he slowly dragged himself over too his car. Everything was extremely fuzzy and his head was spinning, he felt like he could vomit any second.

After he started the car it took him three too four minutes too get his act together and drive off, he didn't know if he should speed off to get to the address sooner or should he take it slow so that he doesn't die on the way there, he decided that the second option would be better.

It took Billy a full half an hour to get to the address when it would normally take maybe eight to ten minutes. At first he couldn't believe that he was at the right address but the sign told him otherwise. before he could enter some guards stood before him.

"Code?" They didn't aske why the hell was he here in the middle off the night or why was he beaten to a pulp. He gave them the paper as the guards looked at each other. The guard waved to the one who was behind the gate.

All of a sudden the large gates opened and the guards motioned him to drive and so he did. There was a parking lot on the right side of what looked like a giant mansion he parked his car near yours. Getting to the front door was a pain in the ass, he was shocked when the guards just let him in.

The inside of the mansion looked larger than the outside, he couldn't believe that this was your house. He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard a voice behind him "You're here for miss/mister/mx (L/n) correct?" Billy nodded in confusion "My name is Benny Adams, I'm one of the butlers who work here, do you want me to show you where miss/mister/mx (L/n)'s room is or will directions be enough?"

After a moment of thinking he answered "Directions...please" The man nodded and started to explain where your bedroom was, third floor, hallway on the right, second door. It was easy enough to remember, climbing those stairs sure as hell wasn't.

He was finally at your door, he knocked lightly, not expecting you to be awake, he was surprised when Eddie opened the door for him. Eddie looked at him in shock as he quickly pulled him in. After he told him to sit down on a chair he quickly went to the bathroom.

A moment later he returned with the first aid kit and a clean towel. With the towel he gently cleaned off any cuts on his arms and face, making sure to not re open any of them, after that he used some alcohol to make sure everything was completely clean.

He was surprised when he saw how calm Billy was, he just let him take care of him. Eddie started to talk softly about something, Billy didn't really listen, he wasn't sure if he even could. Eddie looked nice like this, soft, caring, a little bit worried, he made Billy think thoughts he thought he never would.

He knew he was still very much under the drug's effect, but he just couldn't contain the feelings inside of him. He leaned in and put his head on Eddie's shoulder, almost hugging him "I like you... but I also like them.. I'm confused"

Eddie's face became red at his words, while he did feel the same now he was sure that Billy was under the influence of something, a drug probably. He placed one pf his hands on his head, combing Billy's curly hair with his fingers.

"Did you take something, some drug?" Billy shook his head but then gasped "Yeah! Max drugged me with....something? I don't know, it was in a syringe. It hurt like hell" Eddie was confused "The syringe or the effect of what was in it??"

Billy giggled "The poke, I swear like haaalff of it was in my neck" Eddie panicked at that and quickly but gently lifter his head to reveal his neck, he quickly found the entrance point and gently massaged around it, trying to feel if maybe the tip of the syringe snapped somewhere in him.

Billy definitely misunderstood what was Eddie trying to do, he completely leaned into his touch, if he could he would probably be purring right now. "look who's getting handsy" Billy said as he wrapped his arms around Eddie's waist, pulling him closer.

After a minute Eddie was sure there was nothing in his neck, he sighed in relief as he looked at the face of the man in front of him. There was an unsure look his eyes, like he wanted to do something but wasn't sure if he should.

In his mind Eddie tried to understand what drug did Billy take, until a few minutes ago he was probably also high on adrenalin, that's why he was waaay more relaxed now. it was probably some party or sleeping drug, but how did Max out of all the people managed to do this to him?

Eddie snapped out of his thoughts as he could feel someone poke him on his temple. "You think waaaay tooo much. But (Y/n) takes the number one spot in that, they also think too much, nerds" Billy giggled as Eddie stared at him in confusion, trying his best not to laugh at his words.

"Alright big guy lets get you to bed" Eddie said as he got up and walked to the bed, halfway there he realized that Billy was still on the chair, he gave him a confused look as he mumbled "I don't think I can stand"

He let out a sigh as he walked back to him, he kneeled in front of him with his back faced towards him. Billy somehow understood what he was trying to do. he wrapped his arms around his neck as Eddie placed his arms around his thighs.

Billy 'weeee'-ed like a little child, quietly as Eddie picked him up, god he was heavy which wasn't a surprise, he was a hunk of pure muscle after all. After he placed him down on the bed, before he could go to his side of the bed Billy suddenly grabbed him by his forearm.

He pulled him towards himself, holding him close, Eddie could see what was Billy trying to do. Eddie looked at him in the eyes, god he will regret this. Billy slowly leaned in, closing the space between them, pressing their lips together.

To Eddie it felt exactly like how it felt kissing you, magical and breathtaking. Eddie deepened the kiss, pulling Billy impossibly closer to him, stealing his warmth. He pulled away as Billy's head dropped down to the base of his neck.

He let him place a few hickeys here and there before he pulled him away "You're clearly under the influence of something, I don't want to do anything to you that you might regret later" Billy whined but nodded as he got under the covers.

Eddie snuggled up besides you again, he laid on his back as he watched Billy on his side of the bed. Soon he groaned in annoyance and crawled over to the two of them and snuggled into Eddie's side and then covered all three with a blanket. It took almost no time for the two of them to fall asleep like this.

You could feel the sun hit your face before you even opened your eyes, Billy's jacket was still in your hand and Eddie was still by your side. You slowly opened your eyes and looked at the clock on your desk, it read 08:22

You slowly sat up on your bed and yawned. It was finally Saturday, you could feel and arm wrap around your waist, pulling you back to bed "Eddie I have a meeting at 10:30" you mumbled into his neck. He groaned as he let you go "Good morning as well"

You slowly got out the bed and walked into your closet, you picked out some more professional clothes for the meeting. After placing the clothes on your table you walked out on the balcony, it would be freezing if it weren't for the greenhouse instalment you hire someone to put before every winter.

Skipping the chairs you walked over to the pomegranate tree that still had some ripe fruit. Sorry if you hate or are allergic to pomegranate. After picking five of them you walked back into your room, you placed them on the tray in the dumbwaiter.

You took a paper from the notepad and wrote what you wanted to eat and drink "Hey Eddie what do you wanna eat this morning" a moment later someone responded "Waffles and hot chocolate" that wasn't Eddie.

Shocked, you quickly whipped your head in the direction of the voice. On your bed didn't just lay Eddie but also Billy, cuddled up to his side. "Billy!!" you exclaimed in joy as you jumped on the bed to hug him. "Thank god you're safe! When did you get here?"

He could barely answer your question, his head throbbing from the drug and the hits his father gave him. Soon you realized there were more bruises on him then from the last time you saw him. "He hit you more didn't he"

Billy didn't want to look you in the eyes, he could only nod "I had to check if Max was okay, ill explain everything later" He said as you looked at Eddie "Ill have the same as him" you smiled as you placed a kiss on each of their foreheads before returning to the paper.

Alongside everything you ordered a few bags of ice wrapped in kitchen towels, after putting the note down on the tray you closed the door and pressed a button so that everything can be sent in the downstairs kitchen.

You walked over to the telephone in your room and dialed a number, it took him longer than usual to respond, given it's so early in the morning. "Uh yes hello?" Ah, finally "Good morning doctor Turner. It's miss/mister/mx (L/N). I sincerely apologize for calling you this early but I will need an appointment, not for me, sometime today. What's the earliest you could be here?"

After a few moments and a few sounds off pages ruffling and the doctors grumbling you finally got an answer "The earliest I can be here is 10AM sharp, will that work with you?" You were very satisfied with his answer "Yes that would be excellent, thank you for your time on such a short notice, farewell" You said as you broke the call.

You sighed tiredly as you looked at your schedule for today. meeting 10:30 to 12:00 and then another from 15:00 till 17:00 and then you needed to work on your speech for an another event next week. You groaned as you dropped down on your bed again, whishing you could stay here forever.

After a few minutes you could hear the dumbwaiter bell ring, the food was here. "Get up guys food's here." Both of them groaned and slowly rose from the bead like some zombies. You took your food and drink with the large bowl of pomegranate seeds and placed it on the table outside.

The three of you ate in silence, enjoying the morning rays of sunshine that reflected off the horizon, the sky still having an orange pink like gradient.

After a while the three of you finished your food and sat in silence, still tying to wake up. Eddie was the first to break the silence "Do you remember that happened last night?" Billy looked in the distance, obviously deep in thought, then his eyes widen and his face became bright red.

Billy looked down, trying to hide his bright red face "Yeah..." He mumbled, for a split second he looked at Eddie's neck, the hickeys were definitely still there. Eddie was the first to admit that he liked both of you romantically, followed by the two of you admitting the same.

It took a lot of talking, the three of you discussed about the bad and good thing of a relationship like this, you discussed what you considered cheating and what not, setting boundaries, what you wanted to do with your lives and other stuff, in the end you concluded that this relationship, if kept secret, would be great.

While talking you and Eddie held the bags of ice on Billy's bruises, now that the bruises fully formed he looked worse than yesterday. At first he watched your moves like a hawk, obviously not trusting you, but soon he relaxed, not fully but it was a step to a better path.

"Never thought i would get myself into some hippie shit like this" Billy said as the two of you laughed at his joke, you looked at your watch as you almost screamed, 9:49 "Billy go get some clothes and wait for doctor Turner downstairs! I need to rush" you excused yourself as you run to the bathroom.

After taking care of some things you could hear them leave through the door "Ill be with Billy! Good luck with that meeting" Eddie loudly said and shut the door behind them, you sighed with a smile on your face as you continued to get ready.

The two of them got downstairs a minute before ten and sure enough the doctor walked in through the front door the second the clock turned to 10. Mister Adams showed them where the doctor will examine Billy.

It was obvious he had trouble walking, limping, almost hopping on his good leg. Eddie offered him help but at first he refused, almost fell down, twice, and then finally accepted defeat and let Eddie help him.

After they finally got to the room the doctor started to examine him. They did the usual stuff, taking blood samples, checking his eye movement, reflexes, sensory functions, coordination. Everything was going fine until he stared to check his leg.

Luckily he was done rather quickly as it was clear that it was beaten pretty badly, after the doctor was done he sat back into his chair and looked at his notes for a moment or two "Well the good news is that per my estimate there shouldn't be any long-term to the brain or your knee but i will order a CT and MRI scan for your head and an X-ray for the knee."

Both Billy and Eddie sighed in relief "But if you play any sports, forget about it for the next month and a half, your knee hasn't crossed the 'will never be the same' line but it will if you don't stay in bed for said time period."

Great, just great, Billy could feel like half of his world crash down. There are not one but two important big games coming up that he will have to skip. Eddie tried his best too comfort the now angry man as the man packed his stuff and left rather quickly.

After a few minutes they got back to your room, Billy decided to take a nap while Eddie sat on the balcony, as soon as he sat down the phone rang. Annoyed, Eddie answered the phone "Hiiii, this is Kimberly, their highest majesties' personal secretary, they wanted me to let you know that they wont be having lunch with you because they needed to switch up something in their schedule, Toodeloooo"

Eddie was left in confusion as the woman on the other end broke the call, Billy let out a hum, wordlessly asking him what's going on "They wont be having lunch with us, schedule switch up or something" He said as he laid down on the bed next to Billy and feel asleep next to him.

It was somewhere around 1PM when the two of them woke up, after some time they decided to order themselves lunch in the same way you did. After eating they went back to bed but neither could fall asleep again.

Eddie took Billy's hand into his, there palms resting on his chest as he traced his knuckles with his thumb. "Do you want us to help?" Billy looked at him in confusion "You don't need to stay with them Billy, I know it feels like you can't leave, but you can"

Billy looked at the ceiling, he didn't say a word "If you only heard what (Y/n) had to say about your dad! You would be rolling on the floor, out of all the things they called him a twitchy little man and a few other choice names"

He snorted at that, twitchy little man, it didn't fit his father at all, he will remember it though. He looked Eddie in the eyes, as if he's waiting for him to ask him something. He sighed as he squeezed his hand.

"Do you think you're ready to talk about what's happening at home?" His questions wasn't out of malice but out of simple curiosity. Billy looked back at the ceiling then after a minute or two of thinking he shook his head.

Eddie nodded and smiled "That's alright, when you feel like talking just know that both of us are here for you" he said as he brought Billy's palm to his face and placed a kiss on his fingers then at the base of his palm.

His hands smelled of cologne and cigarettes, nothing out of the ordinary. Billy for the first time in forever fully let his guard down. It almost felt like a trap, like its all a ploy just for you and Eddie to make fun off him. He wanted to back away, to just leave, to never see either of them again.

What will his father say when he fids out about his new relationship? He knew all hell would break loose. Maybe he should just break up with both of you and go back home to play the nice older brother like his father wanted. He probably would if he could.

Maybe his father would finally stop hitting him. He did it because he was nothing but a rebellious teenager and he needed to beat some sense into him. It was all his fault.

He flinched as a hand cupped his face, scaring the living shit out of him. "Are you ok dude??" Eddie asked as Billy finally snapped out of his thoughts. "I know you don't want to talk about it but whatever is happening to you is not your fault, normal parents don't hit and kick out their children when they are mad at them."

Billy let out a sob, one after another. He wondered how did Eddie know what to say at that exact moment, like he had read his mind. His shoulders shook with his sobs as he curled into himself, hiding his face out of shame.

Eddie sighed as he cautiously put his hand on the man's shoulder, letting him decide if he wanted his touch. Billy violently pulled away, scared of the intention behind Eddie's touch. He stared at him cautiously as he tried his best to stop crying.

He reached his hand out again, this time so that Billy can see it. First the hand cupped his face an with its thumb brushed his tears away. Slowly his hand moved on pass his jaw. Billy could feel his hand play with his curls at first.

This was it, the moment he pulls his hair like his father often does, this is the moment he yells at him for being a crybaby, for being a softy, for ever being so naive and thinking anyone would ever love him and offer him help.

But it never happens, Eddie never does anything like that. He just continued to play with his hair, softly scratching his scalp and combing his hair with his fingers. There was no malice in the nature of his actions, only the need to comfort him.

It shook Billy's worldview a little bit, the last time someone touched his hair like this was his mother. The night before she left him, it all felt a little bit too familiar.

He slowly opened up his arms and tried too say something but his own sobs wouldn't let him and yet Eddie understood him perfectly. He pulled him closer too his chest and let him cry out his pain and sorrow, and soon he started to cry too.

Thank god the second meeting was over way before it was supposed to, a whole hour earlier none the less and since you finished the speech during lunch you were completely free until Monday hits. You almost skipped out of happiness back to your room.

You slowly opened your door not expecting to see both Billy and Eddie crying their eyes out. You quietly got out of your business clothes and slipped into your pajamas. You quietly approached them and when they both saw you their eyes suddenly got a specific shine of happiness in them.

You laid down behind Billy, spooning him from behind as his face was still buried in Eddie's chest. You softly kissed away each of their tears and dried their faces with your sleeves. After you were done you kissed both of them all over their faces. When you saw that both of them have finally stopped crying you turned off all the lights and made sure both were tucked in.

Billy could feel his heart swell with love and joy for the first time in forever. He would never admit it of course but he finally felt wanted somewhere, not for his looks or charm or popularity but for simply being himself, not for the typical bad boy stereotype Billy, but for one who needed help and comfort, for the one who was simply just a little bit lost.

#stranger things #stranger things billy #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #billy hargove imagine #billy hargove x reader #eddie munson x reader #x male reader #x female reader #gender neutral reader #eddie munson x billy hargrove #poly relationship

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• Madly In Love •

#Pairing: Yandere!Niki × Reader

#TW!: Blood, Death, Torture

#Warning!: If you are not comfortable with what is mention above, please don't read this

#Summary: Ever since he first laid eyes on you, he felt a strong sense of attraction. Something about you made him madly in love. He made sure that nothing bad happened to you. If anyone tried to do something bad to you, Niki would handle them in his way.

#NONE of this is real! All of it is fiction

#PHOTOS ARE NOT MINE

@aestheticheaders for the header

@mybaekfairy for the icons

#I am so sorry if you find this cringe, I am not used to writing something like this

#This is my first story so I hope you enjoy :]

#Author's note at the end!

I was walking to my locker to get my books when someone creeped up from behind me. I screamed when the person placed their hands on my shoulders. The person laughed as I turned around to face him.

"Niki stop doing that!"

"But the way you react is cute," He sheepishly smiled.

I rolled my eyes and turned back to my locker. I closed it and began walked in the direction of my first class.

I've been friends with Niki ever since I started high school. I feel comfortable whenever I'm around him. He made me laugh whenever I'm feeling down. I felt safe when I'm with him, he was like my home.

Many people warned me about him but I didn't listen to them because I know Niki, he's not a bad person.

I entered the classroom and walked to my seat. Suddenly, I tripped over someone's foot. My books scattered all over the floor as they laughed at me. I sighed before gathering my books.

[Author's POV]

Niki glared at the 2 boys. They immediately stopped laughing when they made eye contact with Niki's glare. He walked you to your seat and went to his seat. He gave the boys a death glare while walking pass them. Soon, the teacher walked in and class started.

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Class had ended.

You packed your things and walked to Niki's desk. You stopped when you realised that he wasn't there. Just then, he entered the room. You hurriedly rushed over to him in a panic.

"Where were you?"

"I had something to deal with. Sorry for making you worry,"

You noticed a blood stain on his sleeve.

"Why is there blood on your sleeve?"

"I accidentally hurt myself, it's fine. Let's go or else we'll be late for next class," He said while packing his bag. That was when you realised something else.

"Wait, where are they?" You pointed at the two empty desks where the boys from earlier sat at.

Niki shrugged his shoulders (LIAR) and continued packing his bag. After he was done, you began walking to your lockers. You were talking to Niki about what the teacher talked about in class since he missed half of the lesson.

Suddenly, someone bumped into you.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" The guy shouted at you. You apologised to the guy and continued talking to Niki. You yelped when the guy grabbed your shoulder, forcing you to look at him.

"I am not done talking to you-" He stopped shouting at you when he noticed the dark towering figure standing beside you. He met eyes with Niki. His eyes filled with anger. You looked at him and at Niki before looking back at the guy.

"You should be the one apologising because you weren't even looking ahead, you were looking down at your phone." Niki spat.

He bowed to you and started walking away but stopped when Niki called out to him. Niki told you to go to class first. When you were no where in sight, Niki turned to him.

"Do you ever think before you act? Hey. Look at me while I'm talking to you."

"I-I'm sorry. I wasn't l-looking, I was-"

"Staring at your phone? Yeah. Next time watch where you're going and don't use your phone while walking. I'm going to let this slide but only this once. There is no next time, understand?"

The guy nodded and ran away. Niki was furious. How could someone be that stupid?

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School had ended.

You stretched in your seat after thanking the teacher. You sighed and stared out of the window. Finally, the day ended, you couldn't wait to get home.

You huffed a sigh when you remembered that you had to stay back to help tutor a student. You began texting your parents that you would be coming home late.

Just then, you received a message from Niki.

Niki: Want to hang out?

You: Sorry, I can't. I have to tutor someone. We can hang out tomorrow

Niki: Who?

You: Jaehyun, he needs help with Maths

Niki: Okay, I'll see you tomorrow

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On your way to the library, you saw a group of students cramped together with their phones out. You were curious and made your way to them. You managed to push your way through them and what you saw made your heart sank.

Niki was beating the life out of the boy you were suppose to be tutoring. His eyes filled with rage and jealousy. Niki stopped when he heard you gasped. He turned to you as the crowd slowly backed away.

Blood was everywhere. There was blood on his hands, his face, clothes drenched in the student's blood. You began shaking. His eyes soften when he saw you.

"(Y/N), this is not what it looks like. This guy was about to do something bad to you."

You didn't say anything. You were shocked and confused. You didn't realise that you were crying when you felt liquid rolling down your cheek. You looked at Jaehyun. Poor guy, he looked like he wasn't alive.

Just then, a teacher's voice was heard at the end of the hall.

"What are you kids doing?!"

Everyone gave way as the teacher walked over. Her face changed when she saw the mess. She made a phone call before telling everyone to help her with the mess.

You stood there, frozen in shock and disbelief.

Did he really do that? Am I seeing things? What is happening?

You came back to you senses when a hand gripped your arm firmly. You looked up to see Niki.

"Niki where are we going?" You asked before he shoved you into the passenger seat. He didn't say a word. He got into the driver's seat and drove out of the school parking lot.

You didn't know where he was taking you to, you wanted to ask him but didn't. You couldn't stop thinking about what you saw back in that hallway.

You stared out of the window. Soon enough, you felt sleepy. Your eyes grew heavy and closed shut.

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You woke up to find yourself in a chair, tied up with a blindfold covering your eyes. Your heart began racing.

"H-hello? Is anyone there?"

"Finally, you're awake."

You flinched when you heard a voice but you recognised it.

"Niki?"

He chuckled, "Yes?".

"Why are you doing this-" You froze when you felt cold metal, slowly and gently glide across your thigh.

"You saw something you weren't suppose to see. Now, you're going to pay the price," You could feel his breath on your ear.

"You smell so good, like always."

Although you couldn't see him, you knew that he was smirking. You hissed in pain as the knife began sinking into your skin.

"Niki please don't," You pleaded. "I promise won't tell anyone about what I saw." The blindfold was removed and you saw him, the guy whom you thought was sweet and lovely but now he is standing in front of you holding a knife.

"How can I be so sure that you won't be going around, telling people about what you saw hm?"

"Because I won't."

"Are you sure?" You nodded quickly. "Fine. But there is one thing you have to do," There was a few moments of silence before he spoke.

"Be my girlfriend."

"What?"

"You heard me."

Girlfriend?

"But...what about your girlfriend. What will happen to her?"

"You don't need to worry about her. I already took care of that,"

You looked in the direction he was pointing at and you screamed in horror. The girl was hung by her neck, her body was covered in bruises and cuts.

He placed a hand on your mouth and pushed the knife deeper into your thigh causing you to whimper in pain. Tears swelled up in your eyes.

"If you listen to what I say, you won't end up like her understand?" You nodded. He smiled sinisterly, "Good girl,".

"Niki?"

"Yes sweetheart?" He carefully cut the ropes using the knife.

"Why did you beat up Jaehyun?"

There was a moment of silence before he spoke. "He planned on doing something bad to you. I couldn't let that happen so I had to teach him a lesson," He placed your hand on your thigh before standing up to get a first-aid kit.

"What did he planned on doing to make you beat him into a bloody pulp?"

He stayed silent. "Niki answer me," He didn't say a word and continued cleaning your wound. You sighed and looked around. It seemed like you were in a basement of an old abandoned house.

Just then, you smelled something that made you sick to your stomach. The smell of rotting flesh. You saw bodies piled in one of the corners of the basement. You pinched your nose and turned away.

How did I not noticed the smell at first?

Niki looked at you when you gasped. "(Y/N)?" He was confused but then it hit him.

"Seems like you've noticed it." He walked to a lamp and turned it on, making it better to see the horrible sight. "This is what happened to the girls who don't listen to me, so sad."

"..."

"What happened to you?...Why are you like this?" You cried uncontrollably.

You couldn't help it, you missed the old him. Niki wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace. You cried into his chest, his shirt soaked in your tears. His hands cupped your face. His brown orbs stared into yours.

"I'm sorry, love made me crazy."

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#Published: 26 May, 2022

#Edited: 27 June, 2022

#A/N: I am so sorry for not uploading in a month T-T I am trying to stay motivated to write so I am sorry but I'll try my best to keep up with updates and have a nice day/night ^^

#yandere enhypen #enhypen au #enhypen #enhypen niki #niki nishimura #yandere #enhypen kpop #kpop #fanfic #fiction

[angellesword]

MAGIC SHOP | JJK (02)

Description: You and Jungkook were best friends who were in love with each other. What would happen when Soojin, your half sister who you’re trying to impress, told you she’s in love with Jungkook too?

Alternatively,

“Would you believe me if I said that I was scared of everything too?”

Genre: childhood best friends to lovers, family drama, angst, fluff, slow burn, pining, slice of life au.

Pairing: Architect!Jungkook x Architect!Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings/Note: child abuse (physical and psychological/emotional violence) , psychological manipulation, infidelity.

SERIES: CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 3

Your relationship with your father used to be a secret.

You were an illegitimate child and your mother was a mistress. Taemin obviously didn’t want the world to know about his dirty secret.

So he hid you.

He hid you from his wife and your siblings.

"Mom, is dad coming?" Seven year-old you asked. This was the question you uttered once a year.

Your father was never late with any of his appointments with you. He would always show up on time, sometimes earlier. But there's always that one day of the year wherein he was either hours late or he wouldn't come at all.

That day was your birthday.

You were four years old when your mother made you understand that Taemin couldn't stay at your house since he was busy with work. You didn't question this even though you wanted to know why.

Why couldn't he stay for more than an hour a day? Why didn't he kiss your mother or tell her he loved her just like what you saw husbands did in children's books and movies?

"He's not coming because he doesn't love us. He doesn't love you." Your mother was glaring at you as if it was your fault your father couldn't come to your own birthday party.

Everything was prepared according to his liking, even the food she cooked were his favorites. It was your natal day but it looked like your mother wanted to please somebody else.

It was never about you.

"That's not true! Dad said he loves me the most! I'm his princess—"

"Enough!" She slapped you right across the face, your cheek instantly turning red.

Your eyes brimmed with tears. You also didn't understand why your mother always acted so hostile. What did you do to make her hate you this much?

You followed everything she said. You didn't like sketching but your mother forced you to do it. She kept saying that you needed to be good at it so you could beat Sin-ae's daughter.

You didn't know it that time but your mom was actually referring to Soojin. The latter was a prodigy when it came to drawing. Your mother wanted you to surpass Soojin's talent since it was the only way to become the best architect.

She was wrong though. Being able to draw beautifully wasn't the key to succeeding in the mention field. It was only a bonus.

"You have to be the best if you want your father to stay with us. Do you understand, huh? Be a good girl so your father wouldn't have to look at Sin-ae's daughter." She caressed your cheek after slapping you.

"You can do it, baby girl. You are my leverage."

You were. Your father couldn't leave his obsessive mistress because of you. Your father loved you and didn't want to abandon you, but most importantly, he didn't want Sin-ae to know that you existed.

Your mother threatened Taemin that she would expose his infidelity if he tried to abscond from his responsibilities to you.

Taemin was a powerful person, unfortunately he couldn't control your mother. She was richer and stronger than him.

Your mother's only weakness was the love she claimed she felt for your father.

At this point, you didn't know if it was love. Did she really love your father or was she just lonely?

Was your mother scared to be alone? Just like you?

"I'm not going to leave you." You remembered seven year-old Jungkook's promise to you.

You were six when you first met little Jeon. He was the son of Jong-in, another influential architect.

Taemin and Jong-in were best friends. The latter was the only person who knew about your father's secret.

Jong-in knew you. He knew your mother as well. You lived in a small world after all. Jong-in and Taemin built Castle Architectural firm. Your mother was one of their investors.

She saw the potential of Architect Kim and Jeon, but it didn't end with that.

Your mother didn't just see Kim Taemin's potential. She also saw a future with him. She acted based on desire, ignoring the fact that Taemin was already a married man with three children.

Taemin didn't seem to mind the advances of your mother. In fact, he seemed to like it. Because if he didn't, then why were you existing?

Why did he fuck a baby into her?

He wanted this to happen as much as your mother did.

And now, they weren't the only one paying for the price.

You were paying too.

You were suffering because of them. You suffered abuse from your mother and at a very young age, you came to realize that people, no matter how many times they assured you they loved you, would still end up hurting you and breaking the promise they made.

"You are!" This was your response to Jungkook when he said that he wasn't going to leave you.

You two were seven years olds. What did you know about promises and keeping them? You drilled it in your head that Jungkook was just like your father. He would end up breaking his promise.

He was going to leave you too.

"You're a liar, just like my dad!" Tears cascaded down your cheeks.

You were very upset. Your father promised to take you to an amusement park, a simple way to make it up to you for not being able to attend your birthday party. Again.

The promise was made yesterday. Taemin told you to wear your favorite onesie because you were going to Lotte World with him and Jungkook.

Taemin was true to his words. You were at Lotte World with Jungkook, wearing your favorite onesie. However, the adult accompanying you was not your father.

Taemin said he had to work so he sent a nanny to look after you and your best friend.

You found it stupid and annoying. You wanted to spend time with your father. You missed him so much. He hadn't been home for weeks now.

"He keeps saying things he doesn't mean!" You sobbed, continuing your rant.

Jungkook was only staring at you using those innocent eyes. He felt bad. His little heart was shattering.

"I hate him! He doesn't love me!" You were slowly believing what your mother told you.

Were you hard to love because you weren't good enough?

"He doesn't love me." You said again and again. "I'm not a good girl. He doesn't love me—"

Jungkook pulled you into an embrace, cutting your absurd thought.

"That's not true. I love you.." His voice sounded genuine.

You sobbed once more, breaking the hug.

"Really?" The thing about kids was that they were easy to reassure. Buy them an ice cream and voila! They’re okay again.

Jungkook didn't give you an ice cream but you believed him. You guessed you love him too, and also because the stars in his eyes were enough to make you believe that he would never ever leave you.

Nineteen years later, Jungkook was still keeping his promise.

He stayed with you through thick and thin.

"We are baking cake today, Tiger." Jungkook announced.

He sometimes called you Tiger, when you asked him why, he simply said 'because I can.'

You stopped questioning his reasons a long time ago; however, you couldn't stop yourself today.

"Bake a cake? Why?" You creased your forehead.

"Because I want to." Was his answer once again, causing you to roll your eyes.

Why did you even ask?

"Do you know how to bake a cake?"

"Nope," he grinned. "But it won't hurt to try. I've read before that baking is a good way to relieve stress..."

Jungkook brought out an apron from the kitchen cabinet and then he went near you, carefully helping you to put on the garment.

He was standing in front you, buckling the D-ring neck that was on the apron. After that, he pulled you closer, your head hitting his chest.

Jungkook encircled his arms around your waist, reaching for the strap behind you as he expertly tied it.

"I can do it, Kook," you slightly pushed him away, chuckling.

He grinned at you.

"I know...but I want to help you."

Of course he did. Jungkook had always been thoughtful and kind. This was why he invited you to his apartment.

You had been staying with him since yesterday. Today was Saturday. You slept here last night. Jungkook didn't mind. He had a spare room and even if he didn't, he wouldn't mind you staying over.

He could always sleep on the floor.

Jungkook was used to sleeping in the same room as you anyway. You used to live in the same house together.

When Jungkook's father died, he officially became an orphan at the age of fifteen. His mother died giving birth to him so no one would look after him now.

All of his relatives were living abroad, this was why Taemin decided to adopt him. Jungkook didn't change his last name. He was still a Jeon. Taemin was simply his legal guardian.

Sin-ae didn't mind that there was an additional member of the family. She could never deny Jungkook since she also treated Jong-in as a dear friend. Besides, the Kims didn't have to worry about the increase of their expenses.

Jungkook was the only heir of Jong-in. The former would inherit his father's share at Castle. Taemin was Jungkook’s fiduciary guardian. He gave Jungkook his share as soon as he reached eighteen.

Jungkook tried to compensate Taemin but the latter didn't accept the money. Instead, he urged Jeonguk to work at Castle as soon as he graduated college.

Your best friend agreed. He could never say no to Taemin. He even stayed at the Kims' mansion despite having the ability to live on his own.

Taemin asked him to stay as per Soojin's request, but two months ago, Jungkook finally moved out of the house because Kim Taehyung, the third born son of Taemin, went back to Seoul after studying and working in New York for years.

"You wanna try baking banana chocolate chip cake? I have all the ingredients here," Jungkook was waiting for you to answer.

You shrugged nonchalantly, helping him prepare.

"Fine by me."

Jungkook asked you to prepare the wet ingredients while he took care of the dry ones.

"You think this is enough?" He was sifting flour.

You coughed.

"Kook! What the hell?" You covered your nose because he was tapping the strainer grimly.

"Oopss..." His lips curled up. "Sorry!"

He wasn't sorry. Not at all. You could tell he was doing this on purpose because instead of stopping, he only used more force while tapping the strainer.

"You ass!" Gritting your teeth, you grabbed a handful of flour from the bowl and started throwing it at Jungkook.

He stopped sifting the flour, eyes widening because of what you did.

"I-It's your fault! You're pissing me off!" You stammered.

You were supposed to be mad at him, but it was you who felt shiver running down your spine when he just stared at you.

Was he mad? Was throwing a handful of flour on his face uncalled for?

"I'm sorry—what the fuck." You hissed when Jungkook also threw flour on your face.

You ended up squinting and coughing because the powder went to your eyes and mouth. It tasted like shit.

"Jeon Jungkook!" You were so annoyed you threw flour at him again.

Jungkook bursted into laughter, clearly having fun.

You two ended up having flour fight—if this was even a thing.

You had to admit that though annoyed, you couldn't help the smile gracing your lips. You liked playing with Jungkook to the point that you didn't want to stop.

You were only forced to end the fight when someone banged on his door.

"Jungkook! Open up!"

Soojin.

You were certain she was on the other side of the door.

"Is that Soojin?" Jungkook furrowed his brow, the smile on his lips was slowly disappearing.

"Yeah. I think so..."

"Huh." He furrowed his brow more. "Did you invite her?"

You shook your head.

Jungkook shrugged. "Okay. I'll ask what she wants. Stay here..."

You nodded, frantically running towards the sink so you could wash your face.

You didn't know why your heart was beating fast or why you felt as if you had done something you shouldn't have.

Maybe you had.

It was the only reasonable explanation why Soojin was glaring at you, her jaw tensed because of annoyance.

"What the hell were you two doing? I've been banging the door for so long! Didn't you hear me!?" This was the first thing Soojin said the moment she took a step in Jungkook's kitchen.

She didn't like that you and Jungkook were staying under the same roof.

"I'm sorry." You bit your lower lip, trailing off.

You didn't know what else to say. You knew your sister. Her question was rhetorical. She would only get madder if you tried to reason out.

When she was pissed, all you had to do was shut up and take the shit she would give you.

"The door is literally a few steps away! I don't understand why you can't hear me!"

Soojin continued to rant as you watched Jungkook enter the kitchen. He instantly stopped your sister's mean remarks because he could feel that it was making you uncomfortable.

"Let it go, Soojin. We apologized, didn't we?"

But Soojin just scoffed. She was about to speak again; however, Jungkook cut her off.

"There's an apron in the cabinet. Wear it if you want to join us..."

You were surprised when Soojin didn't protest. Rolling her eyes, she stomped towards the hanging cabinet to get an apron.

"What are we making?" Soojin crossed her arms.

"Banana chocolate chip cake." You simply said.

Soojin nodded, refusing to look at you.

"I'll mash the bananas." When she said this, you were expecting her to peel the bananas and use a fork to mash them.

Soojin didn't do any of this. Instead, she threw the bananas in the trash bin.

"What? The bananas are overripe." She reasoned out when you and Jungkook groaned.

"It doesn't matter. We can still use—"

"I said I don't want overripe bananas!” It was her turn to cut what Jungkook was saying.

"There's a grocery store across the street. Go buy some bananas, Jungkook."

It was hard to fight Soojin. She would just continue insisting what she wanted until you relented.

Jungkook didn't have a choice but to follow your sister, leaving you in the kitchen with Soojin.

You were thinking how to break the ice when your sister suddenly spoke.

"You didn't go home last night..."

You stopped weighing the butter, your heart skipping a beat.

"Yeah. I stayed the night here..."

Soojin clenched her jaw and you wondered if you should have lied instead. It looked like she didn't like your answer.

"You know, dad asked where you are and I told him you were in your room, working..."

Silence.

"I told him not to disturb you. You're obviously still moping because of what happened yesterday..."

You didn't know what to say. You knew you should be thanking her. Your father was strict. Jungkook was a friend, yes, but Taemin would go feral knowing that you were out here, doing God knows what with a boy when you should be in your own room, working and fixing your mistakes.

"I covered for you because I care about your feelings." She scoffed once again. "But it turns out you don't care about what I feel, huh?"

"Soojin..." You called. "What are you talking about?"

Why was she getting mad at you? You covered for her countless times! Meanwhile she only did the same for you once.

"I'm saying I like Jungkook, sister." She confessed, emphasizing the word 'sister.'

Your heart sank, face growing pale.

"Y-You like...Jungkook?" Saying this felt like a stab in your chest.

"I've been in love with him since we were sixteen. I tried telling him how I feel but I can't do it because of you." The way she said this made you feel like it was your fault.

"Me?" You blinked, shocked.

"Yes. You..." She inhaled deeply, like she was trying hard to stop herself from lashing out on you.

"You were always with him. I can't find the perfect opportunity to tell him the truth because I feel like you're preventing me!"

"Soojin..." You tried to reach for her hand but she swatted it away.

She was upset.

"I'm sorry..." You apologized. You honestly had no idea why you're saying sorry.

You guessed you felt bad.

She was right. You were always with Jungkook, always monopolizing his time that you didn't realize that you were hurting Soojin—preventing her happiness.

"I don't need your sorry. I need you to stay away from Jungkook for a while. Can you do that, huh? Will you let your sister confess first?" Just a few breaths ago, she was swatting your hand away, but now, she was taking it, gently stroking the back of your hand.

"Please? I'm not saying that you should stop being friends with him. I get it. You met him first. You were friends before I came into his life....but please, please give us time and space. I really, really like Jungkook..."

Soojin was looking at you as though she would die if you didn't say yes.

So yes.

You said "Yes. I won’t stop you from telling him how you feel..." just to make her happy.

Soojin's happiness mattered to you.

You could live without Jungkook for a while.

She couldn't. She had waited long enough.

It was her time to be with him.

You were allowing this.

You were allowing her to be happy with your best friend.

"Yay!" Soojin embraced you. "Thank you, sister!"

You smiled and hugged her back, reminding yourself that you made the right choice.

After all, it should always be family first, right?

#ficswithluv #bts jungkook #jungkook fluff #jungkook best friends to lovers #jungkook fanfic #jungkook angst #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook x oc #jungkook x y/n #jungkook roommate au #armywriterssupport

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Hey, I wanted to hear your pov on this because I've heard it being brought up many times by people. Do you view Zoe as a Mary Sue? Because to my knowledge, a Mary Sue is someone who has no struggles or flaws, but Zoe's intro ep showed that she was a liar who attempted to please everyone and was exhausted by constantly acting

Heya  😊

So before joining the fandom I wasn't familiar with what a Mary Sue was, and I learned that kinda as I went. But from my understanding of it, there are more factors that come into play regarding Mary Sues and they're not necessarily just a character without flaws or struggles! The French wikipedia page was explaining it pretty well imo but I don't find the English one as thorough on the subject weirdly enough (usually its the opposite), I'll translate some of the main points I read in the French at the end of the answer under a "read more"!

Regarding Zoé I don't consider her much a Mary Sue but I consider more that the introduction of her character went really fast because they wanted to brooch a lot of aspects of her character in only 2 episodes. By that I mean that it seemed that they had all this backstory and personality for her that they wanted us to discover in only her introduction. And I think that's probably what make people consider her a Mary-Sue? If we had followed her journey pre-her arrival in Paris, and if her struggles on finding what she really wants to be and who she really is wasn't all packed in one episode but expended on all the season, I think people would have reacted differently to her.

I personally consider it more as ML wanting to give insight on this new character so she doesn't totally look like she comes out of nowhere but being a little clumsy about it. For most secondary characters, we got to learn more on them on a "special" episode where they become heroes, but we had already peaked at their personality before while for Zoé it happened all at once. So yeah I don't think she's a Mary Sue but more that since the main plot doesn't revolve around her, they didn't want to spend more time on developing her character throughout the season if that makes sense?

Hope I was clear! 😄 and as I mentioned earlier some quick translations from main "Mary Sue" traits I read in the French wiki:

Having traits very similar to the author's (not the case for Zoé here lol 😂)

Having only qualities and strength, or having flaws and weaknesses shown in a positive light to generate sympathy from the audience

Having an exceptional & strong sense of moral justice especially for the universe they're in

Having divine or just as well skills allowing them to always defeat their enemies, succeed in whatever they undertake, always having a positive influence in their universe, etc.

Always being right or presented by the author as always being right

Winning over without effort the admiration and support of the other important characters

Having a superior or spectacular destiny

They also mention other types of Mary-Sue that I won't develop because I'm lazy such as the "angsty sue", the "anti sue" and the "villain sue" (I guess you can probably look them up for more details on google? I haven't checked the results in English though)

In that regard my guess is that what made people interpret Zoé as a Mary Sue is that:

we're told she has struggles but we don't see her struggling more than an episode until it's solved

she instantly has the support of Marinette and soon therefore of the rest of her friends

her flaws of being mean to everyone at first are explained by a "tragic backstory" of having been bullied at school and not being appreciated by her family, or trying to prove herself to her sister, hence gaining the sympathy of the audience

being nice and morally better than Chloé, and getting a miraculous right away

she has struggles a bit similar to Adrien's yet solves them in 2 episodes while Adrien hasn't solved his yet for 4 seasons

Anyway these are just some of my guesses but again to me it's less her being a Mary Sue and more the character being introduced real fast and the writing not supposing to spend more time on developing these aspects and her struggles as it's not what ML's main plot is about!

#ask #anon #zoé #ml spoilers #sole crusher #queen banana

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(pic credit: found on pinterest)

College AU (TW, ANGST)

!TW!: mention of sexual assault, sexual harassment & degrading yourself such as referring to yourself as an object or toy

College was going great. Well, for the most part. You just hated all the stupid drama and rumors about you. Or I guess they’re not necessarily rumors if they’re true right? Anyways, college has been filled with lots and i mean lots of sex.

You could say you had a new partner every day. Sometimes you’d have multiple in a day. Was it degrading? A little but I mean it was fun. You got the usual praise after every hook up.

r/n: God y/n your body is incredible. You are a true beauty you know that?

y/n: Mhmmm *got dressed*

r/n: I don’t think I’ll ever fuck a girl as pretty and who has as good a body as yours

y/n: Sure darling, anyways I gotta get going can’t be late to my class

r/n: Bye sexy

You rushed over to your class, putting on your shoes as you ran. You tried fixing your hair as best you could, geez did he really have to be so rough with your hair? It’s so obvious you just had sex.

You walked into class (late) and sat down. The lecture had already started so you were behind. You looked beside you and say someone familiar. It was a guy you had also at some point had sex with.

y/n: Pretty please can you take notes for me? I’m a bit tired and I’ve already missed the beginning of the lecture

*he nodded his head, looking like an excited puppy*

y/n: Oh my god you’re such a doll thank you so much *kisses cheek*

You then laid back, trying to still figure out what to do with your hair. As you were putting it up in a ponytail you felt like someone was watching you. You turn behind you and in the far left corner you see some spiky haired guy staring at you. He probably wants to fuck you thought. Whatever, I'm too exhausted today.

After the class was over you were surrounded by guys on your way out. They were tantalizing you. Saying the usual things like “let me get a piece of that,” “let me suck those amazing tits,” and “I'll give you the answers if you suck my dick.” You were used to this so you ignored them and kept walking. Eventually, they left you alone. I guess they got bored since you didn’t give a reaction. You were turning a corner when suddenly someone grabbed your arm and pulled you.

y/n: Hey what the fuck is your problem??

But then you realized who it was. It was that spiky kid from earlier.

y/n: What? You wanna fuck me or something? Well sucks because i’m not in the mood today

Bakugou: That’s no- Is that really all you expect of guy?

y/n: I mean yeah, I have yet to see otherwise

Bakugou: Well thats not why I wanted to talk to you

y/n: Sure uh huh look drop the act, don’t act sweet just to get some pussy. I’d actually rather you tell me you want to fuck me

Bakugou: What? I already told you I don’t want to fuc-

y/n: So then why are you wasting my time? Is that all?

Bakugou: No I wanted to as-

y/n: Alright bye

Bakugou: Wait!

You kept walking.

Bakugou: Fine, when and where

y/n: Oh? Showing your true colors now are we? How about you tell me your name? I need to know who I’m gonna fuck

Bakugou: It’s Bakugou

y/n: Alright Bakugou, my dorm at 8 don’t be late or your spot will be taken *blows kiss* Bye

You were exhausted. You decided to take a nap before showering. You woke up after 3 hours. Shit, I really knocked out. You got up and went to shower. You started thinking about this spiky haired kid. What was his name? Right! Bakugou, weird name. Wonder what he’ll be like in bed. Guess i’ll find out soon enough.

You got dressed. You wore some shorts with a tank top. Don’t need to be too dressed up if you’re just gonna fuck him. Suddenly you hear a knock at your door. He’s here already? You open the door and see it is him. You tell him to come in.

y/n: Sit on the bed, don’t be shy

Bakugou sits in the edge of the bed. He had his gaze in the floor, not looking at you.

y/n: Alright do you wanna start with kissing or jump straight into the se-

Bakugou: Why

y/n: Excuse me?

Bakugou: Why do you do this?

y/n: Sex? Bevause I get pleasure from it obviously

Bakugou: No, why do you let them use you like that? Not every guy wants you just for your body you know that? You’re more than just your body

y/n: Look, I don’t know where this suddenly came from but if we’re gonna have sex let’s get it over with

Bakugou: Do you think that little of yourself?

y/n: What..?

Bakugou: You heard me

y/n: And what if I do? The fuck that got to do with you huh?

Bakugou: Why do you do that?

y/n: You really wanna know why? Fine, I'll tell you. It’s because that’s the only time I feel seen, the only time I feel attractive. That’s the only way any guy has ever pictured me, as an object, a toy they can play with. Do you know the amount of times I've been sexually assaulted? God even from the age of 10! That’s all I'm good for. It’s the only thing I'm useful for.

Bakugou: That’s not true

y/n: Really?! Says fucking who??

Bakugou: Me, I think you’re more than just your body

y/n: Liar, i’m sure you’ve thought of fucking me

Bakugou: I haven’t

y/n: You’re lying

Bakugou: I’m not, I know you’re more than just that. You’re strong, resilient, independent, and beautiful

y/n: Oh don’t fucking joke with me. You’re trying to make a fool out of me

Bakugou: I’m not, I am being honest

y/n: Just shut up okay! I don’t need to hear your lies

You collapse on your floor. Your legs just give out on you. You start crying. The tears just flowing out of your eyes. And you had no way of stopping them, they just kept coming out. Bakugou then sits next to you and pulls you into a hug. He holds you as you drench his shirt with your tears.

Bakugou: Y/n, you’re beautiful and you are more than your body. I promise you that you are. I see the pain in your eyes, I know you’ve been through a lot and I'm sorry you have. But please, take care of yourself, do what’s best for you. If you ever doubt your worth I will be here to remind you. Every single day.

#bakugou x y/n #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou angst #bakugou katsuki #mha fanfiction #bakugou x reader #katsuki x you #katsukibakugou

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Miraculous Ladybug Season 4 Episode 2 "The Luka Episode" - An Analysis of Luka Couffaine

My first impression of Luka was a guy who was about as interesting as sandbag who liked Marinette, interacted with no one else, and the only reason he was liked was because of his e-boy/sensitive/soft-boy appearance. I preferred Kagami way more than him, since it felt like her and Adrien had really good chemistry, and also she had a lot of character development for her episodes. I'm assuming in order to give more depth to Luka, the writers decided that Luka was going to get a few episodes as well, and...I think I'm starting to like him a lot as a character.

One thing that Luka was missing in my opinion was identity. In many episodes it felt like he was just kinda there to fulfil the new Marinette love interest since Adrien got one. All I saw was a guy who was obsessed with music, and that was it. He was more of an archetype than anything to me. Even the episode 'Silencer' didn't do much to convince me that he was interesting because it was just music and Marinette again. He was barely given the time he needed in the season he was introduced, and the few tidbits we see of him gave off a feeling of a chill guy with not much going on in his life.

My criticism of Luka was 100% too harsh, but I will say that he was not given the attention that should have been given to a new character. Take Toph for example, she had a lot of time to assimilate herself with the 'new group of friends' and had a fascinating introduction. They used what was interesting about Toph, her earth-bending skills and the quiet-girl persona that she had in front of her parents, to help us be excited for her character arc.

How I would've structured Luka's introduction is if Marinette saw the first thing that he did was play music in front of a crowd. The passion he showed for music is one of his defining traits. If he were a bit more lazy and too-lax off-stage, and was introduced to Marinette by Juleka, that would create an interesting juxtaposition for his character and make him more likeable. The way I see it is, a character can only become interesting and relatable to the viewer when they show flaws or are in conflict somehow. Miraculous Ladybug rarely uses the first anymore and always uses the latter. Conflict is way easier to deal with than character flaws when every episode needs to have an akuma. Since character flaws need to be resolved and change the character.

Now onto the episode:

One thing I will say about this episode is that Luka has become vulnerable. And I love it. Vulnerability is kinda what we needed from Luka since he always seems like a stable, well put-together kind of guy. If his nonchalance was better-expressed and given more screen-time in earlier episodes, this vulnerability could have had a really, really great effect. Unfortunately, that didn't happen, and I'm not letting the writers get off scot-free for giving us Stormy Weather 2 instead of focusing on the new characters they had.

This episode makes it really easy for you to feel sorry for Luka, since he seems like the type to bear the weight of emotions and hardly express himself to others. He knows for a fact that Marinette is still in love with Adrien despite dating him, since literally everyone in town knows and he still has to pretend as if he doesn't care.

(Side note: I'm really curious on what Adrien would have said Marinette's secret was if Truth asked him.)

She comes late to every date they've had, skipped it, and hardly gives him any time. And finally, when he tries to open up to her in the most authentic way and probably most emotional way, talking about his abandoned father, she is still unable to tell him the truth, whatever it is. I love what they used with the melody under the bridge - it's a smart idea and fits his character really well.

It's really obvious that Luka has a lot of patience with Marinette, and even that is wearing thin. A part of me wanted him to just break up with her already, but then again he's a love-struck 17yr old who loves Marinette, so his simpiness makes sense here. The problem I have with this is that it makes Marinette look like a real jerk, which is not a good look for the show. Breaking-up was probably the right thing to do at the end, but it feels like taking responsibility and leaving her friends behind for her superhero stuff is a problem that Marinette could have had and dealt with in earlier seasons.

This abandoned father plot-line like I mentioned before is really, really out of nowhere, I don't like it. Now, the idea of an unknown father is nothing new, like South Park did it more than two decades ago, but the issue is that it's resolved way too quickly. I literally laughed when Luka's mother straight up said it's Jagged Stone between the five minutes he told Marinette he was searching for his father and his mother telling him as a villain. It honestly felt like parody or an abridged episode.

There's no explanation as to why his mother kept this as a secret from him, and the explanation the Jagged gave was half-assed, and wasn't worth being forgiven for that quickly. I really expected this to be some interesting drawn out Pretty Little Liars type mystery where fan theories would be stewing for a while, but they nipped it in the bud pretty quickly. Which is really, really annoying. Luka hasn't had a motivation like this before, he was a chill side character, but when they finally gave him one, they ripped it away from him in a matter of minutes. And since Marinette is hardly involved with Luka anymore, I'm going to find it difficult to believe that we'll see Luka and Jagged hang out that much anymore. What I'm assuming is going to happen is it's either gonna be Jagged akumatised because of some dumb conflict between their relationship or we'll see bits of their father-son relationship in the background now and then. Also what about Juleka? Is she Jagged's child too or is she Luka's step-sister?

Everything here is resolved way too quickly, to an unreasonable degree, and it follows back to a general problem I've had with the series - the plot is way too dense to allow for an akuma every episode or be this formulaic.

Fighting scenes need to be cut down more, or the akuma should just not be there because if the episode is too formulaic, we don't get the character moments that we needed. This release schedule is also, I can tell, a really big problem for the writers, and would have me ripping my hair out if I was writing this show. Because let's take this Luka thing as an example. If it was intended that Luka have a secret abandoned father that no one knew about and was revealed as being Jagged Stone in later episodes, what if that reveal episode was released before the episode where Luka confides in Marinette that he wants to search for his father?

While I do kinda wish Luka could get more development, I find it hard to believe it will happen unless he becomes Viper again. Same with Kagami. Since the show is entirely centred around Marinette, unless Marinette interacts with side-characters, they won't get development, albeit from some rare scenes. And that's not always such a great idea. Sometimes you need the side-characters to feel alive, to feel like they do what they want as well. We need scenes or even episodes sometimes without Marinette.

It's not always about her, and Marinette needs to learn that as soon as possible, because they kinda butchered her character this episode.

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[dumblydork]

Colourless

Two posts in one day? And the second way quite so long?? I've outdone myself :D

So everyone, here's some Hinny angst for you! I've never written angst so I know this is not one the best things I've written, but it would mean the world to me if you guys could tell me what I could have done better!

This was an idea I was playing around with sometime, because I wanted some Veritaserum action in a fic, and then Slytherin!Ginny was born :) This is the first time I've written a morally grey character, that too our Gryffindor Ginny. It's quite the contrast haha

Fair warning, there's deceit (think spiked drinks) which goes down in this fic. There's no other specific trigger warnings I can find, but if there's something you guys see, let me know and I'll edit it to show them.

All in all, I hope you're in mood for some angst. If there's anything you want to see written, please do not hesitate from messaging me, and I'll do my best to get it done!

Note- in this one shot, Ginny and Ron are not siblings. Essentially, Ginny is not a Weasley *cue the sacrilege*

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Ginny had had enough. The stares from across the room, like molten emeralds shining with loud, unspoken thoughts. The shy touches from when they passed in the hallways together, with their fingers brushing and nerves alighting into a bright golden flame. She had had enough. All this playing around, shying away was now getting to her. Her and Harry had been doing this for the past six months, which led to many almost kisses before he drew away with a slow smirk on his face, sharply contrasted to the apprehension evident in liquid jade eyes. Was she not being obvious enough? She always leant in, always held his stare and bit her lip in the most inviting manner she could think of. All in all, she was sure she was being the most obvious person on the face of the planet, then why did that apprehension not leave those magnificent eyes of his?

She was a 120% sure that Harry James Potter was arse over tit in love with her, and if that made her a narcissist, so be it then. She fully reciprocated these feelings by the way, and was currently sat in the empty common room, stewing over ideas of how to get the confession out.

Her potions textbook remained open in front of her from when she was doing her homework, the page open on the Draught of Living Death. Her incomplete essay lay limply to the side, having been forgotten in favour of more inviting scenarios involving a man with a lopsided grin and jade eyes. She was all alone in the room having stayed up to complete Potions essay due at lunch tomorrow. But given her current state, even a blind man could tell she was definitely NOT doing Potions.

As she let out a long sigh, a heavy wind blew through the open window, chilling Ginny back into reality. She rubbed her arms with her hands, cursing the dying fireplace. A simple Incendio could alight it again, but she was sat facing away from the fire and it would be too much work to get up and light the fireplace. Instead, she settled for tightly wrapping the moss green and silver scarf around her neck, and focusing back on the essay with a shake of her head.

“Draught of Living Death is often used,” She read slowly from where she had left the words incomplete, chewing the top of the quill. She looked into the textbook, but frowned when she realised the wind had blown the pages to another topic. With a sigh, she leant and grabbed the textbook from where it lay on the table, separated from Ginny by 13 inches of parchment. As she heaved the book onto the front, pushing her parchment away, her eyes fell on what Potion was headlined on the page.

“Veritaserum.” She mumbled, a finger on the edge of the page, paused in the motion of flipping it. She blinked once. Twice. And then her frown eased out as a slow grin made it’s way onto her face. She knew what to do.

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Having gotten the idea was one thing, but actually brewing it was another. It took a complete 28 days to brew, and it was extremely difficult to get right. They hadn’t done this Potion yet since Ginny was still in sixth year, and Veritaserum was taught in theory to NEWT students only. But she had figured a way out as well- the seventh floor broom closet was the perfect place to brew it. It was unused and actually completely forgotten by students and Filch alike. Ginny had stumbled across the room a few days ago and had pushed it’s existence to the back of her mind. But here it was, as if made for this purpose and this purpose only.

So on the day of the new moon, she got started. Acquiring the ingredients was easy enough. Being a star Potions student, she had access to the Slug Club, where old Slughorn was so busy blowing his own trumpet that it was quite easy to weave him into a story about how Ginny needed the ingredients for ‘research’ and academic purposes only. It took a few tries, but right before she got started Ginny had procured all the ingredients. Whilst she was on the quest for ingredients, Ginny had gotten to reading the recipe over and over again, essentially imprinting it onto her neurons. By the time she was bringing the water to a boil inside the grey cauldron, she could recite the steps off by the heart. Yet her eyes remained focused on the book, as she mentally recited the steps. After water came in one vial of Ptolemy followed by stirring anti clockwise. She did it carefully and with so much precision that even Sluggy would be put to shame. By the time the first part of the recipe was finished, Ginny was very satisfied with the product as she poured the incomplete potion into a glass vial for maturation. It was the exact shade of grey as mentioned in the textbook, and Ginny was a happy woman as she went back to the Slytherin dormitory.

The second part of the recipe simply leaving the bottle to rest in a dark place, only bringing it out on the day of the full moon so that it could absorb the moonlight and reach the finished stage. By the time Ginny was done with this step, the potion looked how it was supposed to look as per the textbook. It was colourless and odourless. According to the book, this recipe made a Veritaserum which was potent for an hour and half, which was enough time to finally get the confession and FINALLY start dating him.

After the brewing, the next complex step was administering it to Harry, but that turned out to be the simplest mission of all- she slipped a few drops in as Harry was talking to Ron, and Ginny watched from the Slytherin table across as Harry happily sipped on the pumpkin juice. She had to corner him before anyone asked any questions to Harry and his sudden frankness made them suspicious. She waited for an opening- Harry was left alone for a few minutes in the hallway after breakfast, as Ron and ran up t the dorm to get his lost books, and Hermione went to the washroom in the meantime.

“Hey Harry, could I speak to you for just a second?” Ginny smiled, approaching him. Harry turned around and smiled back. “Of course you can.” He said, and Ginny walked towards a secluded corner, away from other students.

“So what did you want to talk about?” Harry asked.

“First, could you tell me if you possess a Deathly Hallow?”

Oh yes, she knew all about it. Whispers had been going around Slytherin that there was something passed down to Harry which was one of the famed Hallows- only ever found in fables. Harry’s eyes widened as he looked at Ginny. She stared back, wondering if her potion would work or not. This was not the best trial question, but asking about something obvious would be confounding. Pushing away the sudden heaviness in her stomach as she inhaled Harry’s troubled expression, she took an inaudible breath.

“The Invisibility Cloak is with me. It was my father’s.” He spoke with great difficulty, as his handsome features contorted into a frown. It was clear that he was trying to suppress this fact, but looks like the Veritaserum was quite effective. Ginny stepped closer, ignoring the increasing discomfort in her stomach. “And what do you think of me?” She whispered, her mouth close enough to Harry’s. He looked straight into her eyes and without any visible discomfort this time, spoke. “I fancy you. Quite a lot.” As he finished, he let out a breath as if finally released. Ginny frowned- his confession did not uplift her like she thought it would. The space between them stretched and stretched, and despite being only a few inches apart, the realisation in Harry’s eyes put them oceans away. He stepped away, the earlier electrified atmosphere now suddenly limp with tension. Anger, even, Ginny realised.

“You did not slip me Veritaserum, did you?” He said to Ginny, features cool but eyes exhibiting a crescendo of anger.

“I, I,” Ginny stammered, earlier confidence lost towards this cold Harry.

“You what, Ginny?” He said, now his voice slightly wavering.

She looked straight at him, having avoided his eyes all along. She stared into the green depths, pushed the sudden guilt gnawing at her, and spoke, willing her voice too sound as cold as his. Sh was proud when it came out the intended way, shining steel cold, reflecting her house colours. “Yes, yes I did. It was time to get a confession out of you so I did.”

Harry’s eyes widened, before the anger in them was lost, replaced by a hollow look. Somehow, Ginny felt better when he was angry, but this sort of resignation made her feel worse.

Hear yourself, silly girl! You're a Slytherin. She straightened up, willing herself to lose the discomfort weighing her down like rocks.

“And if you’d just asked me, I’d have told you. I would have told you everything I fancied about you. And if you even asked me about the Hallows, I’d have told you that too. I hate deceit and liars, Ginny, and this is nothing less than it. Nor are you any better than those other slimy Slytherins, which I was mistaken about. I hope you’re happy with yourself now.” Harry spoke, his voice a chilling octave. He stormed off and away from Ginny, who suddenly shuddered, falling to her knees in the little alcove.

It was then she let the tears slip, surprising herself with it as well. She inhaled deeply, but the tears wouldn’t stop. Her and Harry seemed irreparable now, no matter what Ginny did. She cried there in the alcove for a few minutes, because she was a heartbroken girl in the end. Except her heartbreak was her own doing- she was responsible for two scarred hearts now. As her tears dried up, Ginny stood back up, rubbed her face and walked away from the alcove, guilt and shame weighing her down, sinking deep in her.

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And there it is, morally grey Slytherin!Ginny :) I think I like her duality of thinking of spiking drinks and then feeling absolutely like shit when it actually has dire consequences. I might explore more of our beloved characters as morally grey, so let me know if I should or stick to Gryffindor principles :D

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[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

One Night Only 2, Part 7

But what DMs? Who's talking shit about me," you hiss mid-stair. He's halfway down the hall.

"Bring ya ass on," he whisper-yells and you jog over to grab his wrist demanding his focus.

"Tell me."

"I hear you," he says a little forcefully, unzipping the fly to his black Levi's and walking sock-footed into the main bathroom on the way to the toilet.

"Okay so? Why have you never brought any of this up to me? And how many of these messages you been getting?"

"Hella. Bae, get out I gotta piss."

"I need to see these messages."

"You finna see more than that."

"I don't care, I've seen your dick before.. Erik!.."

"Out," he points to the door. 

Closing it behind you, you wait in the hall while he does his business. When he opens the door he double-blinks shocked to see you standing so close, glaring up at him.

"You never mentioned it... Don't you think that's something important to tell me?"

"For what," he deadpans. "What would you do with that information?"

"Tell you I'm not cheating!"

"I know you not cheating." He says it so matter-of-factly that it catches you off guard.

"It's just odd. Someone sends you pictures and you aren't the least bit curious?"

"Should I suspect you?"

"Hell nah! I'm very loyal," you scoff. "But with all these seeds being planted in your mind, you never had any doubts about me?"

"Once or twice," he admits, his forearm now resting on the wall over your head.

"WHEN?" Your eyes are wide.

"You remember when I hit you up and you said you was at the studio, but my producer ain't see you?"

Of course I remember that.

"I couldn't figure out why you'd lie to me about something that small."

"Erik, that was the night I wanted to surprise you by having your favorite cheesecake from Sugar's because I was excited you were coming home!"

"I know that now," he smirks sarcastically. It was also the first night we played with food and sex. The cake was a mess, we had to buy new sheets. "Only reason I was trippin then was cuz three niggas DM'd me the same video saying you was in the clubs with 6lack and that I'm a simp cuz the nigga was kissing all down your neck." He rubs down his own thick neck in distaste for the mental image. "I zoomed," he pinched the air, "She looked like you, her skin and her hair. Side profile. The fucked up part was I knew through the business 6lack was tryna collab and you were on to collab with a rapper. Plus I was away for a lil bit. But I looked at that picture real close and I saw she had green polish. Last I'd seen, you were wearing white."

"I've never even- ...what? Erik! You should've told me!"

"No need. Even if the rumors were true, I wouldn't leave you.. Not immediately."

"Not immediately, but you'd dip on my ass and I wouldn't know why." That actually kind of hurts. "I mean, I do get it. Cheating is definitely my dealbreaker."

"Oh for sure. Disloyalty is mine and I hate liars."

"Wow," I mouth just staring at him. "You really never hit me with the questions.."

"I checked up on you to make sure you were straight," he straightens defensively.

"No, I know. I mean clocking my moves. You never did that."

"I'm not your last nigga," his brow raises indignantly. "You know where home is just like I know what I deserve."

"You're right, you deserve the best. You deserve me," you smile, the smile drooping seconds later. "Erik, those messages.. all these lies about me. They really bother me and I know they shouldn't and that I should get used to it but I don't like having my integrity on trial like this. I don't get why people would say so much about someone they've never met, like I'm not a person with emotions."

He unlocks his phone and taps a few times and when he shows you the screen it's his Twitter account. His DM's are packed full of people, just like yours. It suddenly hits you how you never check each others' phones. You never felt a need to check his. He puts his phone in your hand and you scroll opening a random message.  It's a nude of a blonde white woman sent with no other information. She's showing pale pink nipples and barbie proportions but he hadn't responded. The next message is one from one of his fan accounts sending him a bunch of hearteyes. He takes over the phone exiting out of that and scrolling. The next message he shows, they'd forwarded a post about you fucking 6lack with a sad face emoji.  You open it and have to admit there's a strong resemblance, but you've never, ever cheated on him.

"What the hell? That's not even me, I swear!"

"I know."

"This is raising my blood pressure."

"It goes with the fame. They always talk shit about me being a fuckboy even though I been with you all this time. It just means you're relevant."

"There's gotta be other ways to stay relevant- Shh. Wait... You hear that?"

You listen to the air. It's silent, you just noticed. You decide to peep in on the baby. He's still knocked out. Though it's quiet now, he'd slept through another World War and it makes you wonder how bad Nay and Corey have been cuttin up in that apartment for this kid to be that used to the noise. Nay probably underplayed the severity of the situation.

Erik cracks the door again concealing the baby from your sight to direct you to the stairs with a nod. Leading the way, you head down silently

in search of Anaya. She's not in the living room where you'd left her with Corey and they're not in the kitchen, his favorite place.

"Where did she go," you mouth watching Erik peep through a window and cross the room. You look through the same window, see nothing, and follow Erik as he heads to the hot tub. As you approach, you can hear noises. Splashing, plopping, moaning, and..

"Shit, y'all getting it in ain't you," Erik grins. Anaya's body melts into the water as she grips the edge of the hot tub to hide. Corey hits one more pump and she hits him, not wanting to moan.

"GET OUT," Corey yells sending a splash out of the tub in Erik's direction. It sprinkles you both, but most of the water falls back down as you hop back.

"This my house," Eriks grins.

"And I like to watch,"  you add, humored by the fact that they can't find it within themselves to stop fuckin.

"Y/N get out!" Anaya splashes, water bouncing from her arch as Corey's hips clap against her ass underwater. You laugh holding your knees so not to fall.

"Get it Nay! That's how you get baby number 2!"

"GET OUT," they both yell in unison.

Back in the house, Erik's eyes are crinkled and he's trying to contain himself like you but you're both actually children and can't stop giggling. In any case, the two seem to be alright now.

"Baby. I wanna finish this conversation." You wait beside the sink looking at his eyes. "As you know, Anaya and I made a fake page and found some of the people who be spreading shit about me. Hate pages and they're mostly mad because I'm with you."

"I saw that shit. Sent them to Quentin and he said he traced the IP addresses of the two Twitter accounts we sent him, but something ain't sit right with me." He pours himself a bowl of Cap'n Crunch and leans against the counter to eat it, smacking loudly. "Who been watching us to know my schedule.. They said some bout me leaving the house and us barely being together. My tour schedule is public but other than that don't nobody but you and my team really know where I be."

"You think it's somebody on your team doing this?"

"Nah, everybody on my team love you and glad you're here to make me more manageable. They feel like they can snitch to you to keep me in line."

That one makes you giggle.

"I think it could be someone on your team. Someone you hired." He stares through you as he chews and you wait for him to finish his theory, on edge. It's all got you paranoid especially when he sits the bowl down unfinished. "Gimme your phone." He looks serious and confused, you hand it over.

"I'll be back," he says zipping up the stairs. Within minutes he's back with shoes on fully dressed grabbing his keys. He kisses you on the cheek and you jog after him to the door.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"

"TELL COREY DON'T NUT IN MY TUB," he yells back as you watch him leave.

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With nothing to do and no one to do it with you decide working on your music is the best use of your time and return to the home studio to work on track six of your album. Last you were there, you couldn't get quite right. Erik could hear it and so could you.

Pursing your lips you slide back up to the computer, put your Drop headphones back on, and play it back. Then you add the rap from earlier and play it back wishing the team was still in the house to give some advise. Hell at this point you'd listen to Courtney, the new and improved nanny. 

Nanny...

NANNY.

Before another thought can cross your mind, you're tossing your headphones back on the table and running down the stairs out to the hot tub where Anaya and Corey are in their underwear slow dancing to Marvin Gaye. Rushing in, you immediately start looking for their phones in their pile of clothes.

"Sis. Whatcha doin," Corey asks still looking at Anaya but he can hear me ruffling through their things.

"Looking for a phone, Erik has mine."

"Under y'all coffee table," he says finally making eye contact to see your face twisted in mock disgust. "What.. don't act like y'all niggas don't fuck everywhere in this house."

"It's our house! That's okay though y'all just roll in where we nutted at, it's fine," you wave dismissively.

"Y'all can soak in where we nutted at! Have fun cuh' I skeeted all in this bih-"

"BYE COREY. Stupid ass," I mumble so he hears. I don't have time to play with him I need to call Erik.

"What bitch," he answers and you almost fire off, feathers ruffled and taken aback until you remember you're calling from Corey's number.

"Babe.."

"Y/N," his tone changes. "Sup baby, you okay?"

"Yeah I thought about what you said and the NANNY.. what if it was her? Not Courtney but the one I caught in my stuff.. Raven. She freaked me out."

"I think you might be right, I got her info from your phone. I'm headed to her now."

"You're going to her apartment?"

"Yeah, trust me okay?"

"Okay but I've got a bone to pick with her, I would've went just so I could beat her ass one time."

He snorts. "You're staying out of it. As far as anyone knows, you aren't the one who deals with this shit. You have an image to protect.. unless you wanna be painted as aggressive and reckless like me." 

"I don't care."

"Yes. You do."

"And anyway you're not as reckless as they paint it and when you are I like it," you shrug resting your hand on your hip. "You've got character.. and so do I."

"Okay well keep your character over there, you got enough drama on your name."

Hanging up with him, you realize you can't call the bitch either because her contact was in your phone, but that can't be the end of it. It's not that you don't trust Erik, you just want your one hit in. Heading to the hot tub again, you catch Anaya and Corey as they're coming back toward the kitchen.

"ANAYA."

"YES? WHAT," she asks wide-eyed like I'm blowing her high.

"You won't believe this. I think that old nanny, the one who neglected my godson to play dressup in my closet, might be the one who leaked my number."

Immediately she freezes in place. "You know you did contact her before it happened," she points at me connecting dots in her head. "She was probably the type. No, definitely. It was her ass," she nods swinging hands like she's ready to fight.

"Godson?... My son?" Corey looks interested now, chin angled down like it better be a lie.

"Anthony, nigga. I hired her to give Anaya a mental break and the trifling hoe did nothing all day but walk around my house and go through my stuff."

"She ain't even feed or change my son," Anaya adds tapping Corey on his chest. He's pissed all over again, his lip curled in disgust.

"Hell nah where she at," he frowns.

"Erik went to find her and took my phone since he figured it out first. I don't have her information."

"Hell, I do." Anaya jogged up the stairs and returned holding the sleeping Anthony and a slip of paper. "I wrote it down after what she did cause I was ready to find her ass myself but didn't wanna do it here and drag you in it, you got enough problems. Sorry for unlocking your phone, but hmm," she hums as Corey takes the slip scanning it.

"I'm glad you did it," you assure glad to have the information now. Corey's already gone and when he returns he's got your car keys in hand, storming out the front door and you jog after him with your hand out. "Uh uh! Bring my keys back!" He looks at you like you've got to be kidding but when he comes back, you snatch the house key to lock up and toss them back to him. "Now we can go!" This time you don't stop him as he jogs off. You, Anthony, and Anaya are right behind him. It's the fastest Anaya has ever put Anthony in that carseat with him waking up only to look around and out the car windows, touch his shoes, and go back to sleep.

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Pulling up to the address you see Erik's car and hop out the passenger side of your car as Corey leaves the car running for sake of the A/C. "Stay here with my son," he orders to Anaya, slamming the door.

"Easy. On. My. Car," you fuss rolling your eyes. The both of you jog ahead to the apartment building and there's no elevator in sight. Without a second thought, he jogs up the stairs and you follow, walking up.

By the time you get there, your legs hurt but you make it to the apartment not sure of whose ass you can beat until your legs recover. You try the door and it's unlocked so you walk in, stopping short before you turn the corner. When you peep around...  There standing with his arms folded is Erik in front of Corey who's threatening to kill someone. Never have you ever seen Corey this angry to threaten to kill someone but he's serious. Briefly you wonder why Erik's standing there in front of him like that and not brawling then you peep a little further. There's a gun pointed at them but you can't see who's holding it without exposing that you're there and coming in further. It looks like it's Raven's arm.

"You better pray you don't miss," Corey laughs behind Erik as he moves to block Corey's vital points.

"Say that to my face.. step around," the girl's voice taunts. "Scared?"

Corey is losing control and it finally hits you that Erik's using himself as a shield because the girl won't shoot him.

"COME ON," she challenges. "I don't want you here, I just want HIM," she chuckles.

"Fuck that," Erik retorts. "Never again."

Again?? You almost walk in there but stop yourself. It had to be before you. Yeah, that has to be the case.

"If you strip for me... right... now," she giggles, "I'll let your friend go. Simple.  Whaddya say Erik? I promise. Baby, I promise."

Oh hell nah.

"He ain't doing shit bitch, shoot me. I dare you," Corey jumps causing Erik to shift again.

You can't leave and you don't have a phone to tell Anaya to call 911. Besides, neither of you would respect calling 911 anyway it was already out of the question.

But you also know if the bitch is this crazy and Corey is this mad, she will shoot him dead and Erik can't move because he knows she'll shoot Corey. They're stuck and she's taking advantage. There's only one thing left to do.

"BOO BITCH," you yell running around the corner praying you don't die tonight. You anticipate her firing her gun at you and slide as she shoots.. like a boss until she fires down. You try to dodge and get hit in the shoulder before Erik tackles her to the ground almost breaking her hand to seize the gun, snatching it.

"Corey, take Y/N and go," he orders.

"Hell nah! I ain't get shot to leave I'm in this," you fuss.

"She said she ain't leaving till this bitch dead," Corey points to the woman who's pinned to the ground.

"If it's by your hand, I'll accept it," the woman on the ground laughs like a psycho.

"Harpo who this woman?" You stare at Erik's head and he looks back at you briefly, sighing in irritation.

"You wanna talk about this now??"

"Did you put your dick in that bitch? When?"

"When we separated. It was one time."

You gasp. "You was fuckin groupies while we were apart?!"

"Baby.. yes, okay. Damn."

"So what was the difference between me and them? You were really fucking random bitches!!"

"You're not special," the woman he's sitting on teases and you finally get a good look at her to realize it's not Raven at all...

"Who is this bitch," you squint looking down at her.

"SOME BITCH," he yells.

"Psycho bitch," Corey adds. "Slice her fuckin titties off yo."

"Corey... Who's this bitch," you ask.

"Superfan. Stalker ass.."

"What?" Now you're really confused.

"This was never about you. She was tryna get to me," Erik reveals.

"Cuz you fucked her," you blurt.

"YEAH. I FUCKED HER. ONE TIME."

"What you expect," Corey interjects. "I told your ass to go get him, how long you expect him to hold out. Two years? Cut him some slack. Man was going through it."

"Don't worry, I took care of him then, he'll be okay if you walk out again," the girl under Erik giggles pissing you off for the last time.

"Uh uh, Erik get up," you command and initially he ignores you, but you tap his shoulder and gesture for him to stand up.

Groaning, he gestures to your injured shoulder but steps back and the woman chuckles standing up from the floor.

"I'm a beat your ass myself. Woman to woman," you nod feeling her out to see how she'll move. You haven't been in many fights in your life, but win or lose this is one you feel like you need.

"You can try, " she shrugs and you both move trying to find that in. She raises her hands like she's finding a time to swing and you wait doing the same.

"Hit me bitch," she laughs.

"I will," you chuckle ready to boo her.

She jabs and you dodge but her follow-up hits you in the nose knocking you back and you can see Corey in the background balling his lips like a mother saying you better not lose.

She hits you again and you miss her when you swing giving her the chance to grab your injured shoulder. Yelling out in pain, you grab her and scuffle knocking her backward where gravity does the work. She hits her head on the floor and straddle her to return the hits she gave you to her face with interest until Erik pulls you off by your waist holding you back.

"Put me down, I'm a drown her in her own blood!"

"Chill bae, I called my bodyguards. They'll handle her and her funky ass cousin. We need to leave though. Let's just go home.."

You still, calming yourself and smoothing out your hair before scooting to kick her one time in the ribs, "For Anaya," and once more "for Anthony. Now I'm done."

Spinning on your heels and walking out, you head down the stairs where Corey and Erik come down right behind you.

@ljstraightnochaser

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[hopevalley]

I've actually enjoyed watching new episodes of the show for the first time in a LONG time! I thought Lucas being frustrated w/ Elizabeth was contrived and misplaced. Was his mom like "me & your father are separated btw i told elizabeth before you?" The bit felt off. But hey, these past three episodes have been fun & much-better written than anything last season. How much of this season's improvement over recent prior ones do you think is due to the season having a new showrunner?

As to Lucas and Elizabeth, I feel this is an issue with shows in general of this runtime and episode length. I like to compare WCtH with Road to Avonlea because both shows had short seasons and 40ish minute long episodes, were family shows, and featured ensemble casts. Avonlea had a similar issue with pacing in the occasional episode. I know I like to nitpick WCtH a lot about its writing, and I never shy from honest critique, but I really do think the hiccup with Lucas and Elizabeth in Ep3 was just a product of needing a few more minutes of screentime—preferably the start of Helen telling Lucas about the situation with his father, since it did feel like him knowing everything came out of almost nowhere. We knew Helen would have to talk to him, but we never really saw her resolve to do so, and I think we earned the emotional payoff of the truth coming out. (As an aside, Helen should have apologized for telling Lucas that Elizabeth knew as well as putting her in a position where she had to keep a secret from someone she cared about. Elizabeth being put in a bad position was awful enough, but then she went and told Lucas that Elizabeth was aware the whole time? Yiiiikesssss...)

I’m pretty confident that Helen told Lucas something like: “I have to tell you something important... Your father...left me...a few weeks ago. I need to apologize for keeping it from you but I didn’t know how to bring it up...” and then probably responded to something Lucas said with a comment about how she’d talked to Elizabeth about it, or Elizabeth suggested she be honest about the situation because Lucas would find out eventually and it would be better if it came directly from her. I could definitely see Helen accidentally being too honest in a situation where she’s nervous about admitting the truth to her own son. She’s probably extremely embarrassed and ashamed, and the episode doesn’t really go into how Helen feels about it. They just jump into talk about love and how it needs to be nurtured and nobody ever asks Helen if she actually loved/loves her husband, let alone if he was a good man/husband to her. 

Not getting a scene where Helen confesses the truth weakens the entire plotline. I’m hoping they’ll just keep improving on this specific aspect of the show, and consider getting rid of unnecessary scenes or entire unnecessary storylines in favor of stronger, more complete stories.

I know their hesitation is based on the idea that not everyone cares about (for example) Lucas, so focusing really hard on Lucas’s relationship with his mother might feel Bad, but the entire “chair” plotline with Rosemary and Lee was unnecessary, as were the longer Florence and Ned scenes. Don’t get me wrong—I enjoyed them! But if they cut those out, or mostly cut them, then there would have been enough screentime for a full scene showing Helen telling Lucas about the truth.

And Chris McNally is clearly an actor who can handle an emotional scene like that, so it would have turned out well, and been well-received by the fans...even the ones who aren’t rooting for Lucas. Because what people who watch this show want to see is...depth, I think. So many relationships feel tacked on or fake. I’ve seen improvement this season, but they could definitely do more to bolster the “community” feel of the show.

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As to the quality of the season so far...

@trash-god​ and I were chatting earlier this week about how wild it is that we’re both, like, actively looking forward to the next episode regularly. Sure, it’s still pretty early in the season, but we’re 25% of the way through. If the writing stays this consistently decent I think we’ll have the best season in a long time on our hands!

It’s funny because if you lurk on the WCTH subreddit, you’ll see most of the fans there are bored of this season, but I disagree with them in a bit way; this season is DEFINITELY better-written and smoother. As to where to place the credit, I think it’s worth considering the last few seasons and what the writers/writing teams have struggled with.

Season 4: They knew something was going to happen with their lead man so they tried introducing other things and in many ways had success. There were some REALLY GOOD scenes in S4, but there were also scenes or arcs that had a lot of potential that just fell flat. For example, they had that plot where Frank and Abigail got annoyed with each other over the fact that he’s kind of still living (mentally) as a carefree bachelor, and even though it wasn’t as thorough as it should have been, it was a pretty good and realistic storyline. But then later in the season, they introduced Carson, and Frank is suspicious of him for almost no reason (or at least, no solid reason), and then actively is...like a BAD PERSON for NO REASON. Two completely different plots, one was good and felt natural, and the other was awful and cringey. We also have the AJ plotline in S4. It started out super good because it was one of those plots that was genuinely built up to over the course of several episodes. We find out the accountant that was going to testify has withdrawn their statement, then we find out they’ve disappeared and we have a name. Bill discusses it with Abigail and Frank both, multiple times. He thinks it’s a payoff and he’s determined to prove it so he starts poking around. Eventually he gets a lead and follows it, and it’s revealed that AJ is a woman. Bill is annoying. AJ is a liar. I think conceptually this is one of the more interesting plots they’ve cobbled together, but in execution it was lacking toward the end of the story. Bill spent two episodes fighting AJ’s attitude and in the end he just lets her go with a smile? That isn’t like Bill at all. There’s a scene or two missing to make that reaction make sense. They don’t interact enough to give us the idea that Bill *understands* her, let alone would be okay with her literally breaking out of his jail ON HIS WATCH.

Season 5: They had to write Jack out of the story and had to rush a wedding in to “appease” the fans. They also had to write Shane, Philip, Frank, and Dottie off the show in this season (Dottie because the actress deals with a chronic illness and can no longer do acting work—I want to say she has Lyme’s). So they cobble this like, awkward storyline to write Frank out that doesn’t really make a lot of sense. They put this dramatic story together for Philip (when him just moving away would have been better/more interesting), and they try to bring AJ back for another 2-part episode, which sounded fun until we actually had to watch the episodes. It was at this point that I thought, “The people writing this show...think they’re writing a movie script.” It’s not that I think AJ isn’t pushy or emotionally blunt, but it definitely came across in those episodes that they wrote her that way specifically because the plot wouldn’t work out if she wasn’t. She does unreasonable things. For some reason Bill still has feelings even though she’s done nothing to earn them. (And vice-versa; he’s just so mean to her...why would she be interested?) Everyone was like :O when the AJ episodes weren’t very well-received. But like, I didn’t want AJ to come back for a huge dramatic rattlesnake bite scene. I wanted her back to see her emotional struggle with facing prison. I wanted to really see where they’d go with her seeing Henry Gowen. She says she wants to start over in Hope Valley after prison, but like...WHY? The only people who are nice to her are Dottie and Abigail! And then after this super dramatic poorly written set of scenes that pretty much ensured AJ would never be seen on the show again (because her presence was actively mocked by a lot of fans) they actually kill off Jack and try to have a deeply emotional and thoughtful episode.

The worst part is that...the post-death episode was good. The actors were great. Then you look back at the dramatic rattlesnake stuff and you’re just like, “What went wrong here?”

Season 6: They decided they were going to introduce a love triangle, so they start doing that, but then Abigail’s character AS WELL AS CODY’S CHARACTER has to be cut from the show, so they edit those out. I still think doing this was the right thing—Abigail as a character was literally UNBEARABLE throughout most of S5—but I also can’t deny that it probably brought the cohesiveness and overall quality of the season down by a bit, particularly with Abigail acting as a buffer between Nathan/Lucas and Elizabeth. I have no way of knowing if they edited other characters into those roles (it’s possible Bill became a buffer between Nathan and Elizabeth, for example), but the editing still gave us some scenes that just didn’t...quite work, like the one where Elizabeth comforts Henry, or when Lee becomes Bill’s confidant regarding the position of judge being offered to him.

Season 7: In their attempt to make Lucas seem “mysterious” they accidentally made him come off almost creepy. More than once. They had some good ideas in this season, but the writing felt a bit choppy and isolated from episode to episode. Of course Nathan’s father was innocent. Of course it was resolved in five minutes. You could see they were trying REALLY hard for cohesiveness at certain points (Elizabeth tried talking to Henry about his attitude; Jesse mentioned Frank; Dottie was mentioned), but each episode felt very isolated from the others, almost as if most of them were written completely separately from the rest.

And you’ll notice in S4, 5, and 6, we kind of have a similar problem, where some plots feel like they were written or inserted into the story independent of the other plotlines. Frank breaking into Carson’s room at the saloon to snoop through his stuff was one of the worst things in the season (literally cringey—and not in that “character is doing something in character that is hard to watch” way, but rather, “this character would literally never do that” way). The AJ storyline in S5 felt like the person who wrote it watched AJ & Bill’s interactions in S4 and absorbed ONLY the fact that they bickered a bit (and then didn’t know how to write that dynamic in a pleasing way). Writing Abigail out of the show was for the best, but it forced cracks in the plotlines that weren’t necessarily filled, as well as gave us interactions that didn’t feel quite right.

And I think S7 was trying to get on the right track, but wrote episodes in a very disjointed, haphazard kind of manner. There were good things about it, yes, but there were also some very...bad things. 

And overall the problem almost universally was that it felt like some of the episodes/interactions were written as if they were part of a movie, as part of a one time deal, instead of something that would need to be carried forward. If you go back and look over some plotlines you can start to see where the writers...didn’t know how to write fanfiction. S5 AJ is not the same character as S4 AJ. She doesn’t feel the same. She’s not written with S4 AJ in mind. She’s not a natural version of the character that exists a year later in the storyline...and then she was given a storyline that they had to force the character to fit, instead of tailoring a storyline to match the character. And they continued this trend...over...and over...and over...and over.

And now, finally, it feels that they may actually have a head writer who knows how to write television, who knows that in order to write a successful television series, you have to go back and watch the early episodes. You have to see how the characters have evolved. You have to consider how they’ve gotten to where they are, and where they will LOGICALLY go from here based on things that happen to or around them.

I don’t want to state this as Fact too early, but I definitely think it’s a factor. We’ll see how the rest of the season plays out, but I hope the quality continues to be as good as it is.

#when calls the heart #answered mail #season 8 shenanigans #season 8 spoilers #analysis and meta discussion #long post #anonymously asked

[punkscowardschampions]

Jac & Amelia

Jac: [So the vibe is evidently just showing up at the pre-drinks at this gfs house, we'll have to be some level of wasted to have the nerve so from the off it's a mood lol] Amelia: [a select gathering of the gays that you weren't invited too, but it's okay because Amelia can't throw you out when everyone else is like yeah come through] Jac: [literally you'd have to make such a drama and that's not you and also no one knows why you stopped being besties so it clearly appears chill from the outside, I vote the club should be a gay one so you have to commit to that hen] Amelia: [agreed because clearly her gf has planned this because Amelia's plan was to go and get that haircut and outfit with her mum so] Jac: [too pure for this bitch, we all know this is just an excuse for her to party like any other night really, which is rude, do something special but no, at least you're simply that hoe so it's not like we even have to work hard here, the flirting is blatant] Amelia: [it hurts my heart because you know Jamelia would have gone IN for each other's birthdays] Jac: [and her last one was start of transition year so they would've still been friends, AND it was her 16th so it would've been really poppin'] Amelia: [brb sobbing] Jac: [thank god jac is also miserable and only pretending to be living her best life or this would be even ruder] Amelia: [and thank god Amelia isn't in love with this gal] Jac: [and that lmao] Jac: [to me it should be like they just straight up make out on the dance floor 'cos her girlfriend is the 'its not a big deal omg!' type but even if it weren't, it is because it's Jac] Amelia: [hence when Amelia loses it it's Jac she's shouting at and being like how could you do this to me etc not her gf] Jac: [mhmm mHM we all know she's barely speaking at this point so she's not gonna say anything and your gf will be going off 'cos she looks the gobby type so you can slap her if you need babe lol] Amelia: [she so is the gobby type, Amelia just straight up dismissing her because this isn't about you babe I gotta scream at Jac rn thank you] Jac: [meanwhile we're just trying to walk away like the audacity] Amelia: [literally like SAY SOMETHING! because is there anything more frustrating than when someone won't react and you're literally 💔] Jac: [there is not, just shouting 'I'M SORRY' ala Tracy because we do not sound sorry at all but she is never a loud person so everyone else is gonna be shook like damn] Amelia: [your aunt Cass would be proud of that, but Amelia just gonna walk away] Jac: [good lord go home gal, or at least a different club lol, also like to point out she has a September birthday so also would've been after Savannah left so that would've been cheery lol] Amelia: [nice parallel because we know Amelia's walking home but fuck knows how far it would be, we're not at Erin's house now hens] Jac: [I'm sure you don't live right in town, your fam seems a suburb type so that'll be a nice trek, you poor bitch] Amelia: [just sobbing the whole time probably, even though she's not a crier like Savannah is] Jac: [you'd have to have a cry, if Jac hadn't gone catatonic as a defence mechanism, she would be too] Amelia: [which is why we're not getting our parents to pick us up because don't wanna be sobbing to this degree in front of them and her mum already hates the gf so we don't want the I told you so either] Amelia: [plus her mum probably thinks she's over Jac by now because we downplaying things forever] Jac: [parents can only be so much of a MVP at this age] Amelia: [I think when they see each other again it should be another argument that turns into Amelia kissing her because that's a trope for a reason] Jac: [yes, you are both owed it without the audience tbh] Amelia: [like I have no idea where they are when that happens, are you gonna show up on her doorstep to have another argument or what gal lol] Jac: [maybe you had somewhere you went together, idk where or what vibe, so you know she's gonna be there, even if it's just a different club and you're outside angsting] Amelia: [ooh excellent, yeah there's any number of places that could be 'theirs' you've known each other long enough] Jac: [precisely, it can be as everyday and unspecial or the opposite as we'd like, Dublin centre is not that big it's not insane to suggest] Amelia: [when do you think that is, clearly pretty soon after because the emotions have gotta be high] Jac: [yeah, sooner rather than later, like we did this for a reason and like you said, it's too frustrating when someone won't react to you] Amelia: [literally could be the next day/night I'd believe it] Jac: [i literally thought you meant the same night so yes i agree lol] Amelia: [omg that's even better tbh] Jac: like you turn round like AND ANOTHER THING, tensions are beyond that high] Amelia: [exactly] Jac: [at least Amelia is angry enough to break it off 'cos the levels of fucks you don't give rn about anything] Amelia: [yeah she's angry and sad enough to be like ffs what am I doing and actually go home] Jac: [thanks babe, we all know it happens but don't need it to literally look like 2nd choice to your hoe gf 'cos it ain't that] Amelia: [how am I gonna start a convo from here because I clearly am lol] Jac: [thank god you both drunk, I can do it if you want] Amelia: [go ahead if you think you can boo] Jac: you home safe Amelia: no, I'm dead in a ditch Jac: great Amelia: it'll make life easier for you, yeah Jac: my life couldn't be any rosier Amelia: 🥀🥀🥀 Jac: glad to see your flare for the dramatic ain't died in that ditch with you Jac: flair, which one Jac: idk Amelia: you took that over from me, remember Amelia: you really fucking did Jac: aren't you impressed Amelia: if you'd got there earlier you could've pushed me out of the way to blow the candles out on the cake my mum bought too Jac: you don't wanna be kids no more? Jac: could've said sooner Amelia: she's not a doll, she just wants to look like one Jac: who? Amelia: the girlfriend you wanted to share so badly Jac: oh her Jac: bride of chucky maybe Amelia: you did scare everyone with your apology Amelia: very exorcist-ish Jac: I was going for Carrie Jac: oh well Jac: still a better match than you two ain't it Amelia: oh you were trying to win a prom queen sash with acts of charity Amelia: I get it Jac: shouldn't you be throwing all this shade at her Amelia: wait, I'll add her in Jac: ha Jac: go ahead Amelia: she won't accept, sorry Amelia: I did try Jac: devastating Amelia: are you home safe? Jac: yeah Amelia: you do have the 👿👹👺👻 inside protecting you, I guess Jac: its always got a home inside me Amelia: well yeah, you don't ever kiss anyone long enough for it to transfer hosts Jac: you'll wanna get rid of the girlfriend then Jac: before you get infected Amelia: you already did that for me, such a good 🥳🎂🎁 Jac: couldn't think what else to get ya Amelia: 💐? Amelia: no? Jac: thought she might have beat me to it Jac: made a bit of an effort Amelia: she wanted me, that's all I needed Jac: past tense Jac: and that's definitely not the first time she's done that Amelia: what do you care? Jac: you think this is how i'd show it if I did Amelia: I try not to think about you anymore Jac: there's no need to make yourself sound stupid in the process Amelia: not when you're there to make me look it Jac: you'll get another girlfriend Amelia: because that's what is ripping my heart out about this Jac: that's your problem Amelia: stay the fuck away from me Amelia: if you'd done that I wouldn't have a problem Jac: I plan on it Jac: done what I needed to do Amelia: great Jac: enjoy what's left of your big day then Jac: have some 🎂 Amelia: you've made sure I can't Amelia: where's Savannah Moore with a 👏 emoji when you need her? Jac: Sligo Jac: last I heard Amelia: those poor country lads Jac: you've never cared about any lad a day in your life Jac: you can just admit you miss her Amelia: 😂 Jac: hilarious Amelia: not really Amelia: but I physically can't cry any more, I must be dehydrated Jac: unsurprising Jac: me either Amelia: 🍾🥂 Amelia: have a nice life then Amelia: probably leave tonight out of your achievements during the uni interviews Jac: nah Jac: diversity and adversity is all the rage Amelia: that's why I'll be mentioning it Jac: you're welcome x2 Amelia: 🙌 Jac: you sure she don't wanna join Jac: 'cos she's annoying me Amelia: I don't care what she wants or feel sorry for you Jac: yeah Jac: then tell her that Jac: not relaying your message Amelia: I have Jac: she's a liar too, makes sense Amelia: you're well suited Jac: besides the obvious Amelia: that you've done what you needed to do, yeah Amelia: tell her that Jac: I have Jac: not my fault she's so thick she only understands actions Amelia: if she's been messaging you since the 💋 you'll have had time to tell her everything I didn't Amelia: even if it has to be via charades Jac: the fact I didn't fuck her is all the information she's getting from me Amelia: the dancefloor's a bit public even for her Amelia: but maybe she'll be willing to break the rules for you, that's what people do Jac: let's not pretend it was about her Jac: only room for one delusional person in a relationship, don't you know? Amelia: you're ready for that, are you? Amelia: I don't know anything about relationships as it turns out Jac: first cut is the deepest Amelia: if you're going to sing, it's meant to be Happy Birthday Jac: yeah, you wish Amelia: I only got the one and I've already used it Jac: don't tell or it won't come true Amelia: I don't remember it now anyway Jac: bullshit Amelia: if it was 💇🏻 related it definitely didn't come true Jac: you didn't get a fringe Amelia: I still hate it Jac: it's not why you got cheated on Amelia: thanks, that makes me feel loads better about 👧🏻 Amelia: can you just take the posts down please Jac: I dunno Amelia: Jac Jac: fuck sake Jac: one thing Amelia: just do it Jac: then that's it Jac: there's your present, I don't owe you nothing Amelia: no, then that's it because I don't want anything to do with you Amelia: it doesn't make us even Jac: I don't give a shit about being even with you Jac: I win Jac: end of Amelia: it's not a fucking game Jac: you're the only one not playing Amelia: so leave me out of it Jac: that's another favour Jac: pick one Amelia: fuck you Jac: i'm keeping the pictures up then Amelia: enjoy your win Jac: naturally Amelia: 👏👏👏 Jac: you aren't her Amelia: you aren't you Amelia: it still doesn't make us even Jac: maybe you never knew me Jac: we weren't friends, after-all Amelia: there's no maybe about it, if we were ever friends you wouldn't treat me like this Jac: nothing is as simple as you'd like it to be Jac: but sure Amelia: you really hurt me again, it's that simple Amelia: and this time it was deliberate Jac: and you don't hurt the people you love Jac: grow up, Amelia Amelia: not like that Jac: that's easier for you Amelia: what about ANY of this is easy for me? Amelia: you told me to try, I did Amelia: now what? Jac: it isn't my responsibility to worry about that Jac: you figure it out Amelia: I had it figured out and you tore it down Amelia: take some fucking responsibility for that Jac: what, with your shit girlfriend who doesn't give a fuck about you Jac: that was wrecked before I got there Jac: deal with that Amelia: you wrecked me before she got there Amelia: I still think about you all the time, miss you all the time Amelia: and I do have to deal with that, all the time Jac: and I've got nothing to deal with Amelia: of course you do Amelia: happy people don't gatecrash and ruin other people's birthdays Jac: then you'll forgive me for not feeling sorry for you Amelia: I don't want you to feel sorry for me, I want you to be sorry for what you just did Jac: you want a lot Amelia: not this time Amelia: it's bare minimum Jac: I'm happy to disappoint and leave you wanting Amelia: then you win again Amelia: congratulations Jac: yipee Amelia: Don't contact me again unless you're got something to say that means something Jac: fine Amelia: you sound faker than Savannah could ever Amelia: it'd be impressive if it worked Jac: have I contacted you before now? Amelia: that doesn't matter because today you did Jac: today I ruined your relationship and birthday Jac: then I asked if you got home Amelia: yeah, and that all means something Jac: it means I wanted to fuck up your life Amelia: at least that wish came true Jac: there's always shooting stars and eyelashes when there isn't candles Amelia: there isn't a quick fix for this Jac: there's no fix Jac: there's only out and it's still 2 fucking years away Amelia: you were supposed to give me time, that's supposed to be one Jac: well I didn't feel like it today Amelia: clearly Jac: get over it Amelia: I'm not even through it, it literally just happened Jac: I'm not apologising, I can't be any clearer Amelia: then don't Amelia: I didn't know how to beg you when we were friends, I can't do it with this version of you Jac: Done? Amelia: I was done before I actually got home Jac: Well I've not gone home Jac: so we both lied there then Amelia: Where have you gone? Jac: what's it to you? Amelia: I don't want what happened to Is to happen to you, or worse Amelia: I care about you Jac: it won't Amelia: I'm calling your parents Jac: maybe I've told them you're obsessed with me already Amelia: maybe but it's still ringing Amelia: they can decide what they want to do Jac: you're such a snitch Amelia: because I really care what you think of me right now Jac: nah, just hope it makes you feel good about yourself worrying my parents for nothing Amelia: I don't feel good about myself because of you Amelia: your parents are irrelevant to me Jac: we've got that in common then Amelia: they're probably going to want to talk to you and I don't so goodnight Jac: Bold of you to think I'd answer Jac: but it is a reason to turn my phone off so yeah Jac: later Amelia: you're really 😎 we get it Jac: that's what I'm doing Jac: you're so smart Amelia: it's why you want to keep the pics up Amelia: like a 🏆 Jac: i wanna keep em up so you have to see them Amelia: I don't have to see them, I've already blocked you both Jac: 😂 Amelia: What's funny? Jac: 🤡😥 would've been more applicable, perhaps Amelia: probably Jac: you can pal up with Is again, she's up for it Amelia: yeah because I really want to drag her into whatever 🎪 you've started up between us Jac: you're so considerate Amelia: something really fucked up happened to her, you were there, don't act like you don't remember Jac: and you weren't there Amelia: I know that Jac: then you don't get to say shit to me about it Amelia: I'm not, I'm saying this isn't about Is Jac: when is it ever Jac: poor girl Amelia: stop it Jac: you walked out on her Jac: she didn't have enough daddy issues? Amelia: I walked out on you Jac: same difference Amelia: you said you'd let me Jac: and I did Amelia: until now Jac: you're only 17 once Jac: it's not going to happen again Amelia: it shouldn't have happened at all Jac: should woulda coulda Amelia: promise me that this is it Jac: I don't fancy your girlfriend Jac: kissing her was bad enough Amelia: I mean, promise me that I don't have to look over my shoulder for the next 2 years in case you decide that you want to ruin my life again Amelia: because I can't Jac: Amelia Amelia: I'm serious, I'll leave school before I let you do this to me for a third time Jac: I'm not in a position to be making promises about anything, to anyone Jac: I'll try Amelia: okay Jac: just Jac: I don't know Jac: never mind Amelia: you're scaring me, you know Amelia: I should've made you promise not to do any reckless shit back then instead of the other way round Jac: everyone's scared Jac: they say it like I can change it Amelia: I thought I was doing the right thing but everything just keeps getting worse Amelia: for me, you and Is Amelia: even for Savannah, Sligo for fuck's sake Jac: even if you'd done it different Jac: I'd still have done the same Jac: it still would've all happened Amelia: what are you going to do now? Jac: nothing matters now Amelia: you matter Amelia: to me Amelia: come to my �� I'll call your parents back Jac: we're not doing this again Jac: no Jac: it's bad enough i have people in my life i can't get rid of Amelia: we're not doing anything Jac: stop caring about me Amelia: I can't Jac: how much more do I have to ruin your life Amelia: you have ruined it, that doesn't mean I want you to be dead in a ditch Jac: all I'm going to do is break your heart over and over and then I'm going to leave forever Amelia: tonight it's already broken and that's all I'm talking about Amelia: take the guest bedroom Jac: no Jac: because then my family will just think we're friends again and that I'm fine Jac: I'll go home, okay, just stop Amelia: if you stop lying, I'll stop this Jac: I'll send you proof, for fuck's sake Amelia: okay Jac: fine Amelia: [we're just waiting for that pic like] Jac: [however long this is gonna take, at least you're probably a bit more central, the most begrudging pic of the front door lmao] Amelia: no, put your outfit in it so I know it wasn't stored on your phone Jac: 'cos I just have pictures of my door Jac: [but does, some weird angle to not get your face in] Jac: haven't got a newspaper, so sorry Amelia: if you hadn't stopped the party early, they might have been delivered Jac: it was a crap party anyway Jac: she hadn't even booked a table Amelia: Yeah Jac: at least you can have a better girlfriend for your 18th Amelia: can I? Are you going to let me Jac: probably not Jac: but if she's less easy to ruin then there's nothing I can do about that Amelia: you'd have to try something else, that's all Jac: obviously Jac: I'm still smart Amelia: I'm not giving you a compliment Jac: I'm not saying I'm not going to ruin your chances at happiness Amelia: it's not like I need you to Amelia: SO capable on my own Jac: it's not taking credit if you're making excuses for me Jac: but alright Amelia: I'm talking about the 💇🏻 which you can't take credit for Jac: it suits you Amelia: that is the most hurtful thing you've ever said Amelia: take it back Jac: it's also true Jac: and you wanted me to stop lying Amelia: 😒 Jac: at least you don't look like every other girl now Amelia: you think I did before? Amelia: also that's because no other girl wants to look like 👧🏻 Jac: I mean everyone has the same hair Jac: you stand out more Amelia: you don't Jac: well I'm special, obviously Amelia: I know Jac: 🙄 Amelia: 😉 Jac: you're an idiot Jac: Jude better be at a sleepover Amelia: her hair stands out Jac: you should tell her that Jac: she'll be so glad her attention-seeking doesn't go unnoticed Amelia: she think I'm flirting with her so no Jac: oh yeah Jac: you're a predatory lesbian now Amelia: I kissed you Jac: after I kissed your girlfriend Amelia: you don't fancy her Amelia: that wasn't why you did it Jac: she fancies herself enough Amelia: So does Savannah, that wasn't a problem for you Jac: don't talk about her Amelia: sure, I wouldn't want to upset you Amelia: what's the point being 💔 if you're not the saddest Jac: she's gone, there's no point talking about her Amelia: my parents know hers, she's not gone from dinner table conversation at my 🏠 Jac: sucks for you then Amelia: sucks more for her that she's been sent to catholic school Jac: Catholic school? Amelia: yeah, her dad had that brainwave Jac: that is unfortunate Jac: probably a better school than ours though, so she'll be thrilled Amelia: it's my dad's favourite joke threat now Jac: at least you could avoid me Amelia: true, I should call his bluff and take him up on it next time Jac: go for it Jac: it's only me that has to write off this shit school on her uni app Amelia: the rest of your app will more than make up for it Jac: that's the plan Amelia: exactly, so it's not technically a compliment Jac: you're shit at this Amelia: thanks Jac: no, that really wasn't a compliment Jac: not one of your not technicallys Amelia: 😏 Jac: did you get a car Jac: I bet you got a car Amelia: [a picture of it because why not say she did] Jac: just got to pass now Jac: then you can go where you like Amelia: then I can runaway Jac: nah Jac: they'd take you off their insurance and you'd be fucked Amelia: because I'd never drive without insurance Jac: the police would be frantically looking for you as is Jac: that's always how murderers get caught out Amelia: 🤫 you're ruining this too Jac: you fantasize on your own time Amelia: this is my own time, you're home safe Amelia: I don't owe you my full attention now that your 👅 isn't in my ex girlfriend's mouth Jac: have you kissed anyone else Amelia: no Jac: do you regret it being her Amelia: it wasn't you, that's what I regret Amelia: but it couldn't be so Jac: yeah Jac: at least it was a girl Amelia: I'm not stupid enough to kiss any boys Jac: some just call it heterosexual Amelia: and I'm not so it'd be stupid for me Jac: alright Amelia: but I should probably kiss more girls Jac: why should you Amelia: because she'll think all the wrong things if I don't Jac: true Jac: I thought you didn't care about what people thought though Amelia: I'm going to have to find new friends from somewhere Jac: don't you gays stick together Amelia: she sticks with them and I don't want to see her Jac: you move fast Amelia: I don't really have a choice, do I? Jac: I don't need friends Amelia: handy since you don't have any Jac: that's why I don't Amelia: yeah, because you only care about what you need Jac: duh Amelia: did you ever care about me? Jac: don't be stupid Amelia: did you ever care about me when it wasn't because you needed something? Jac: what kind of question is that Amelia: one I need the answer to Jac: we were friends forever Jac: what did I get from it half the time Jac: no more than you did or didn't Amelia: okay Jac: that was a dick move making me answer that when you already knew Amelia: I didn't know Amelia: whenever I talk to you I end up with more questions than answers Amelia: and end up questioning my sanity Jac: you don't need to Jac: your work here is done Amelia: you can't tell me what to do when you don't even do what you said you were going to Jac: so you're going to continue to make a bad decision, just to be awkward Jac: that's smart Amelia: because you have such good reasons for doing what you did earlier Jac: 'course I do Amelia: go on then Amelia: tell me them Jac: already did Jac: I wanted to fuck it up for you Jac: felt great Amelia: there's smarter ways to feel good, and easier Jac: I've tried those Amelia: oh well I loved being your little experiment, thanks Jac: whatever Jac: it needed to be done Amelia: no it didn't Amelia: you keep saying that Jac: you don't get it Amelia: I don't buy into your fake bullshit, no, and that's all you've given me all night Jac: what's fucking fake about the fact I can't stand to have anyone around me happy? Jac: there's nothing fake about misery being the only thing I can stomach now Amelia: you didn't break up your parents or ruin your brother's music career, you sought me out when I haven't even been around you Amelia: you're full of shit Jac: trust me, I'm doing my best Jac: and you're full of shit if you're now trying to say you don't see me every day Jac: and that it isn't the fucking worst Amelia: I thought it was, until you did this Amelia: now I can say today was the worst Amelia: you're so fucking selfish and cruel Jac: nothing has changed Jac: I sped up your inevitable break-up, that's it Amelia: no, you went out of your way to hurt and humiliate me Amelia: everything has changed Jac: if you say so Jac: it wasn't the first time for me Amelia: who are you? Jac: it doesn't matter Amelia: who the fuck are you? Jac: I don't know, Amelia Jac: alright Amelia: you can't treat people like this Jac: then tell everyone what I did Jac: I don't care Jac: you could've done something about it Amelia: what did you want me to do? Jac: I thought you might put up more of a fight Amelia: for what? Against what? Jac: because I humiliated you Amelia: it wasn't the first time for me either Jac: never like that Amelia: I'm not going to fight you Jac: your loss Amelia: I keep telling you, I care about you, I don't want to hurt you Jac: I wish you'd stop Amelia: I wish I could Jac: yeah Jac: well Amelia: it's my loss, like you said Jac: don't worry, I've got my own Amelia: that makes me feel loads better Jac: it should Amelia: it doesn't Jac: you're infuriating Amelia: says you Amelia: I'm so angry at you Jac: because I wanted you to be Jac: that's the correct response Amelia: no, because I love you too much to hate you Amelia: because it won't go away Amelia: and I don't want to feel like this for the rest of my fucking life no matter what you do Jac: I don't have the answer Jac: If I could make you stop then I would Jac: but I don't know how Amelia: me either Jac: there's nothing I can do if you don't hate me by now Jac: I dropped you for Savannah Jac: I did everything I did tonight Amelia: I was there, I don't need you to recap Jac: I couldn't have made it easier Amelia: there's something wrong with me, there must be Jac: not as bad as me Amelia: my mum said at the time that I fell in love with you years ago and I can't expect to fall out of it in a few weeks or months Jac: logic adds up Amelia: she thinks I'm over it now so clearly not Jac: you probably said you were Jac: or near enough Amelia: the girlfriend thing kind of said it for me Jac: yeah well Jac: I've had loads of boyfriends Amelia: you're not in love with me Jac: I meant it doesn't mean anything, necessarily Amelia: yeah Amelia: my mum is more old fashioned though Amelia: romantic or whatever Jac: more romantic than your girlfriend, yeah Amelia: 🙄 Jac: she wasn't good enough for you anyway Amelia: I'm not good enough for anyone Amelia: I'm literally still in love with someone else who isn't them Jac: it isn't that simple Jac: you can feel things for more than one person Jac: you just, didn't for her and she wasn't worth it Amelia: maybe other people can but I don't Jac: how would you know Jac: it just hasn't happened yet Amelia: I'm too self aware if anything Jac: that's some lesbian nonsense Amelia: I'll put it in my bio then Jac: tinder Amelia: I'm not kissing that many girls, she'll definitely think all the wrong things Jac: be kicking herself, like Jac: or is it only okay when she does it Amelia: probably Jac: just like a lad Amelia: 😣 Jac: awh Amelia: I can't be bothered Jac: with girls? Amelia: I'm not trying anymore, you didn't keep your promises anyway Jac: what does that mean? Amelia: it means I don't care, my life can stay the mess you wanted it to be Jac: alright Jac: not like I can turn around and say 'no don't' now Amelia: and if you turn around you won't see me Jac: what? Amelia: school, I'm not doing it either Jac: shut up Amelia: online maybe so my dad doesn't rage Jac: that's bullshit Amelia: so is this Jac: no, fuck you Amelia: 😂 Jac: so you all get to fucking leave and I'm the one stuck dealing Jac: nah Amelia: I've got nothing to stay for Jac: it's school, no one does Jac: jesus Amelia: you said yourself it sucks having to see me every day Amelia: I'm doing you a favour Jac: you are ridiculous Jac: you think you can just run away like this is some shit indie song Amelia: I've tried the alternative Amelia: it didn't go great Jac: you think Savannah is bad? at least her parents made her go Jac: you're such a spoilt brat Amelia: I don't think about Savannah Jac: you don't think about anything Jac: christ Amelia: your audacity is another level Jac: your stupidity is worse Amelia: yeah, I've proved that loads of times over Jac: fucking hell Jac: your life is so hard, Meelie, yeah Jac: everyone thinks its my fault, what happened to Is Jac: and the more she says otherwise, the more it sounds like it was Amelia: no they don't, I don't Jac: well you love me so you're clearly insane and a bit biased Amelia: even if I hated you I'd still know that you weren't the one who assaulted her Amelia: it's his fault, nobody else's Jac: me and Sav still ran like we had something to hide Jac: that's all anyone cares about, working out what Amelia: you were scared, in shock probably Amelia: you felt like it was your fault Amelia: that doesn't mean it was Jac: all I know is she's fucked off, no one will say anything to Is, so it's all down to me, whatever people wanna say or think about it Jac: so yeah, sorry I think your idea is fucking laughable but been there, done that Jac: didn't solve anything, it only made the rest worse Amelia: I know it's a stupid idea, alright Jac: you can't go, alright, you just can't Amelia: you know I'll fight the whole school before I'd ever fight you Amelia: I'll do it for you too, if that will help Jac: Yeah, I do Jac: nothing will help but Jac: at least you're still here Jac: nothing else is the same Amelia: I'll be in detention every day for the next 2 years if that's what it takes to shut people up Jac: I don't deserve it Jac: or anything but hate from you, and I do fucking know that Amelia: you don't deserve to get the blame for being there and being her friend Amelia: I should've been too Amelia: and after it happened we should've talked Jac: maybe it's just karma Jac: I've never been a good friend to her and by the time it happened Jac: well Jac: I made you leave Amelia: I ruined our friend so I had to leave Amelia: *ship Amelia: that's not your fault either Jac: maybe it is Amelia: it's not Amelia: I shouldn't have told you how I felt Amelia: or been jealous of Savannah Amelia: or made such a big deal about the date you went on Jac: no Jac: I get it Jac: you weren't wrong Amelia: I did the wrong thing by leaving you and Is Jac: I couldn't wish the alternative on you Jac: having to stick around and watch Amelia: I still had to watch Amelia: I couldn't go that far Jac: I know it's my fault because it happened again Amelia: what? Jac: Savannah Jac: I kissed her Amelia: I don't understand Jac: you should have been jealous of her Jac: I mean Jac: you know what I mean Amelia: you mean you felt something for her Jac: I didn't want to feel any of it Jac: but she was straight and you weren't so having her around was meant to be easier Amelia: why didn't you just tell me? Amelia: you lied and lied and made me feel crazy Jac: because I feel crazy Jac: I fucking am Jac: I just Jac: it's not like I left that conversation and told her Jac: I kept on and got with lads and pretended to like it, tried to Amelia: everything you said, everything you did Amelia: oh my god Amelia: I can't Amelia: I can't take this in Jac: like I said, it's fucking karma Jac: I fucked it with you and it happened to me Amelia: I'm supposed to feel what, that she queerbaited you? Happy? validated? Jac: I don't know Jac: probably Amelia: did you know how you felt about her when I told you how I felt? Jac: why? Amelia: because you told me over and over again that you liked boys and you'd change that if you could Jac: yes, and I told her the same thing Jac: and I acted accordingly Amelia: I've spent so long feeling horrible for putting you in that position and none of it was real Jac: it was real Jac: I don't want to be Jac: I want to be straight Amelia: it isn't a choice Amelia: and you can't just twist everything to make it one Jac: acting or not acting on it is Amelia: so why did you choose to act on it by kissing her, if that's what you think? Jac: it was a mistake Jac: when we left Jac: after Is Jac: and it was just us Jac: then it destroyed everything and she's literally run away Amelia: and then you destroyed what was left after she'd gone Jac: yes Amelia: great Jac: I'm aware Amelia: are you? Amelia: for years I thought things were one way only to be told they weren't and now you're telling me an entirely different story again Amelia: 🤯 Jac: because we don't live in the ideal world where I accept myself for liking girls and I choose the right one and we live happily ever after Jac: we live in the world where I kissed Savannah and she looked at me like I was the boy who assaulted Isabelle Jac: and that's how I feel about it, and I would rather pretend to be straight forever, and have no real friends again, than have to do that, and feel that disgust again Amelia: we live in a world that doesn't revolve around Savannah fucking Moore Amelia: because she doesn't accept you, you can't accept yourself? No Jac: it's not her fault Jac: the rules don't make no fucking sense Jac: do you know how often she told me she loved me, how beautiful I was, and smart and perfect and kind, that she wanted me in her life forever? Jac: but that doesn't mean she wants to kiss me Amelia: that's why it literally is her fault Amelia: she flirted with you more than I EVER have, or would dare to openly do because I would get called a predatory lesbian and she gets likes and follows Jac: but she meant it Jac: I know she did Jac: that's just friendship to her Jac: it's too confusing Amelia: you want her to have meant it the same way you did, like I wanted you to with me Jac: but I did Jac: I lied Jac: so I know it doesn't make a difference now Jac: but still, you weren't wrong and I did, I am, whatever Jac: it was shitty to lie, I know, I accept it Jac: but she meant it all but she is straight...how does that work Amelia: I don't know Amelia: straight people are weird Jac: I don't want to find that relatable Jac: I want to be normal Amelia: I'm not abnormal, shut up Jac: fine, straight Jac: I don't want to ever have to think about this ever again Amelia: why do you want it so bad? Jac: so I don't feel like this Jac: the not knowing Jac: how much it hurts Jac: boys are easy, I told you Amelia: because you don't like them Amelia: if you were straight you'd get hurt just the same Amelia: you said it, Valentina's no different than a lad Jac: lads just like me Jac: I've never kissed any lad and had them recoil Amelia: they liked me too, it doesn't mean I had to like them back Jac: I mean it's not the same Jac: if a lad didn't like me, he'd have reasons Amelia: loads of girls like you too, I was friends with them for a bit, I heard all that gossip Amelia: Savannah's reason is that she doesn't like girls, any of them Jac: but she loves me Jac: more than she ever did Ty, I fucking know it Amelia: not like that, like Is loved us Jac: I can't stand it Amelia: I know Jac: you know I am sorry Jac: don't you Amelia: yeah Jac: you just had come so far and had done so much work Jac: it wasn't fair Jac: what I did wasn't, but it wouldn't have been to act on it, when I wanted so badly to be straight, for everything I did tell you to be true Amelia: no, I was in exactly the same place that we left each other in Amelia: you're not the only one who can lie Jac: I'm just so sorry but that's worth fuck all Jac: I hate how stupid all of it seems now Jac: redundant Jac: but that's close to a fair punishment, I suppose Amelia: you've already been punished Amelia: and sorry always means something when it's a real one Jac: I feel Jac: I don't Jac: I'm broken Jac: I don't even want to be a person now Amelia: I don't want to find that relatable Amelia: but it is Jac: fuck's sake Jac: see, why would I choose this? Jac: even if they're weird, this never happens to straight people Amelia: of course it does Amelia: Savannah's parents are fucked Jac: just because they don't love each other no more Jac: when they got together, I'm sure they both knew Amelia: still, her mum's so broken she's barely a person Jac: all I'm saying is we're getting dangerously close to comparing being gay to a mental illness Jac: which is what homophobes say and I'm not trying to be the confirmation Amelia: it's not being gay, it's loving the wrong person Amelia: there are happy gays, I've met some Amelia: and your brother isn't being held back by it Jac: don't get me started Amelia: Jude's love life is messier than his Amelia: more dramatic Jac: he'll end up with a girl Amelia: you don't know that Jac: wait and see Amelia: yeah, I'll stalk him from afar like a fangirl Amelia: 🤢 Jac: it's not the same either Amelia: you love a competition Jac: yeah, this is so much fun Jac: him and Jude are the same Jac: it doesn't mean anything to them, so they aren't getting hurt Jac: they don't care, it's not serious Amelia: you've got me, we're very much the same Amelia: in this anyway Jac: I don't want to love anyone ever again Amelia: then don't Jac: that's why I have no friends Amelia: yeah well you don't need them, that's the line and the lie, right? Jac: it's not funny Jac: I can't be trusted Jac: with any kind of relationship with a girl Amelia: I'm not laughing because me either Amelia: I make bad choices and I'm proven stupid, remember Jac: it's so fucking isolating Amelia: school is anyway Amelia: we're all in boxes Jac: you never used to hate it this much Amelia: now you understand how much I hate everything Amelia: how exhausted I am Amelia: it'd be nice to have the solidarity if it wasn't so horrible Jac: I'm just trying to get used to it Jac: accept it Amelia: at least you don't have to see her every day Amelia: maybe that'll make it different Jac: I never get to see her again Amelia: you don't know that either Jac: I do Jac: she's unlikely to stop by when she's seeing her mum Amelia: you verbally recoiled from me, ruined my birthday, nobody would call it likely that we're talking Jac: naive optimism is exactly what got you here Jac: don't even need to scroll for the reminder Amelia: ouch Amelia: you always find new ways to hurt me Jac: you really did just say you made bad choices and were stupid Jac: continuing this conversation is just another one for the list, probably Amelia: I can say it and do so you don't need to Jac: alright, alright Amelia: you're blocked though, this is the only place you could try to Jac: I could make another post but the point has been made well enough I reckon Amelia: it's not my birthday now so there's no point Amelia: ⛅ Jac: sod you then Jac: don't want you getting the wrong impression Amelia: 😂 bit late for that Jac: yeah Amelia: my dad'll be up soon I'll just wait ☕ Amelia: don't need you to entertain me any further Jac: you gonna tell him about your shit birthday Amelia: I'll tell them both we broke up and they'll be thrilled Amelia: it's all they want to hear Jac: you can tell them it was my fault, it doesn't matter to me Amelia: why would I do that? Jac: dunno, but having someone else's parents take over and shout at me for a bit might be mildly entertaining Amelia: they think I'm over you, they want me to be better Amelia: I'm not going to ruin the lie Jac: rude Jac: but fine Jac: guess you don't owe me Amelia: no, I don't Jac: enjoy your coffee then Amelia: it'll taste disgusting like it always does Amelia: the biggest lie of all Jac: you aren't as exhausted and sad as you say you are Jac: the taste would've been acquired by now, you massive child Amelia: I've had to hide it longer than you Amelia: I'm just more skilled and hilarious Jac: so you're better at being sad? Jac: and I love a competition 🙄 Amelia: 😏 Amelia: I've acquired a taste for anything with a high enough alcohol content, there you go Jac: I was drunk before I got there and that was still apparent Amelia: haven't needed stitches yet Jac: that's something Jac: anyway, how'd you figure you've had to hide it longer? Amelia: because I have Amelia: you were sitting pretty on a ☁ with Savannah for ages Amelia: nothing could touch you up there Jac: that's where you're wrong Amelia: I'm not letting you win again Jac: 😏 Jac: it's not like I was fucking boys because I thought I wanted to Amelia: okay 🏆 no need to make me cry thinking about that Jac: they aren't that bad Jac: well, usually Jac: just not as interesting, it didn't make sense Jac: why we would waste time we could be together instead Amelia: it's really sad Amelia: as 💔 it was seeing you with lads, I thought it was at least what you wanted Jac: they aren't the ones that made me 💔 Amelia: I know but Amelia: I can't imagine doing that, or how it would make me feel if I thought I had to Jac: well you're much softer than I am Amelia: excuse me, it took you years to break me, Savannah did the same to you in 1 Amelia: you're not that hard Jac: I think that says more about Savannah than it does you Jac: but alright Amelia: right, because she's so perfect Amelia: I actually can't compete Jac: shut up Amelia: it's true Jac: it isn't that simple, I keep saying Amelia: it's as simple as you've already said, she's straight and I'm not Amelia: it was safer for you, except it wasn't Jac: you make it sound Jac: ugh Amelia: isn't it? Jac: you think I'm a right cold, calculating bitch Jac: and I'm not saying you're wrong but it was nice when you thought otherwise Amelia: we can't go back, you really drilled that into me Jac: I know Jac: oh well Amelia: oh well? that's the best you can do, yeah? Amelia: doesn't sound very calculating and well planned out Jac: because it's all over Jac: the only thing I've got left is uni and the career I want Jac: nothing else can or is going to exist Amelia: that's more than I've got Amelia: I haven't exactly been concentrating on my app Jac: well you're going to run away and find your Thelma aren't you Amelia: you ruined that fantasy with reality Jac: yeah right Jac: you're still a hopeless romantic Amelia: with a 🚗 I can't drive yet Jac: have you had any lessons yet Amelia: no Amelia: I keep asking my dad but he's always too busy Jac: go ask him now Amelia: I've drank too much to go now Jac: well duh but he'll feel so bad for you he'll make time tomorrow or whatever Amelia: and we're back to calculating Jac: someone has to if you wanna be wild and free Amelia: 😂 Jac: how early is it Jac: will the library be open Amelia: it's weird that the library is still open at any hour Amelia: you're literally the only person who ever goes there Jac: excuse me, only child Jac: you try and study with a house full of annoying kids and dogs Amelia: I'm fine with a 🏠 swap, I don't feel like studying Jac: yeah only if you make it permanent Amelia: you wouldn't take my guest room for a night, I don't think I'd be able to make that happen Jac: because you were there Amelia: rude Jac: sensible Amelia: nothing's going to happen Jac: yeah exactly Amelia: what does that mean? Jac: it means we aren't going to be friends Amelia: why not? Jac: I told you why Amelia: I'm not asking you to care about me, I'm saying I'm here for you Jac: No Jac: I wasn't joking when I said I can't have friends Amelia: I know you weren't Jac: that includes you Jac: especially you Amelia: okay Jac: okay Amelia: good morning then Jac: 👋

[anochuu]

When we quarrel

⤷ Genre: Angst, Fluff

⤷ Min Yoongi x Reader (Oneshot)

⤷ Summary: Sometimes our emotions can get carried away

Having a period was not the best time of the month. It maybe bring a positive high into your vibe nor it could give you the baddest mood if looks can kill people right from your eyes.You sat grumbling on the couch as once in a while your eyes took glances at the clock ticking and hanging on the wall right across from the room.

The aching on your lower abdomen-detailedly in your pelvic region adds more migraine to your head that is now pounding hard resonating throughout.It is past curfew time,you thought. And why is your husband have not gone home yet?

Right on cue you had just think that way,the door out of the apartment you two lived in opened as the system went 'clicky-cling' signing someone had just entered in and the light lit up by it.

You heard shoes that ade carelessly dropped onto the floor and the shuffling of the person as it gets nearer to where you are currently sitting on the couch. Your eyes snap up when the figure you have waited finally appear right across the room and when he sets his eyes on you,you could clearly see a visible jolt of surprise for a second there;startling him as he place a hand over his heart,

"Holy shit, you gave me a fright." He heaves out a deep relief sigh knowing it is just you.

But you being peevishly annoyed at his voice right now could only throw death daggers at the male and he who noticed your silence and with that looks of yours,knew something is up,

"Uh—babe,is something wrong?"

"Where have you been? It is past your curfew.” your voice trails off after a long silence,crossing arms in front of your chest and sitting cross-legged on the couch.

Yoongi rose an eyebrow,he tilt his body around lightly just to take a glance at the clock hanging on the wall where you keep on looking at earlier,

"The—curfew’s at 10 p.m? I thought it's suppose to be on 11,no?" he sheepishly grins at you that made your blood boils more and the aching on your lower abdomen gets worsen.

"This is the third time,Min Yoongi! Are you even sure you're not off and about to get some drinks with your co-workers!?" you raise your voice much to his surprise.

Now seeing you mad is rather a rare occasion and getting worked up over some incoherent reason.

"What?" His forehead creased;

"I work my ass off and stayed back at the office and you said i'm off drinking?"

You scoffs,now standing up straight from the couch; "Oh yeah? Then explain the smell of smoking whiff on your yesterday's suit,"

He groans; "I told you it is not from the club! Namjoon asked me to smoke and so i did,and that is all!"

"Liar!" You being overly stubborn-headed spat right at him almost instantly after his short explanation.

You believed him,heck you are sure as hell he would never cheat on you but now that you are this far you will not hurt your ego back not to mention the period got your mood went hot-headed blood pressure.

The male sighs once more for the umpteenth time for today and now with you acting strange got him at the edge of the line. He rake his fingers through his hair locks,

"(Y/n),i'm tired—let's just stop this ridiculous argument and gets some sleep alright?"

But seeing you only staring-or more like glaring onto the ground to burn a hole and kept quiet,Yoongi’s shoulder slump as he lets out another sigh but in inaudibly. He then made his way over to you and as soon as he stood in front of you,he lowers his hand just to grab yours.

But as he was about to touch you,you yank your hand away from him and spun your heel around;stomping your way ahead from the male to the bedroom you two shared.

Yoongi placed both hands on his hips as he shook his head frustratedly and tries to comprehend what is going on with your usual attitude whilst he loosen up his tie that circles around his collar rather harshly before taking it off and threw it carelessly on the couch.

He then follow you suit in to the bedroom and just to see you had lied down on the other side of the bed with your back facing him.He closes the door and then the light.Not even bothering to change his white shirt and pants back to more of a comfortable clothes,he then lied himself down on the empty side of the bed and facing the other way resulting you two's back are facing each other.

The clock ticking was the only noise produce within the silent atmosphere and it manage to slowly drift the male off to his dreamland. But not to the continuous shuffling weight he heard and felt on the other latter's side. His eyebrows furrowed and for a moment the movement stopped and he would have thought in relief and go back to sleep which only felt a few minutes of closing eyes.

Then again, she shuffles,

"Can you stop moving?" He complaint, but only silence is answered from her.

While on the other hand you could only toss here and there in hoping the pain subsided and god,why does it hurt so much now of all times? You glance to the side whose back is facing you and for sure he is mad at you right now.

Stifling moan of pain coming out of your mouth,you tried to stop moving for a while just until to make sure Yoongi’s breathing went in and out slowly as a sign he has fallen asleep.

Once you confirm he is,you got up from the bed as quiet as you could and left the room with your heart in your mouth not even bothering to close the door.You waste no time as you slump your hectic body down onto the couch and your hands automatically clenches on top of your abdomen.

"God.." you sigh heavily,the cramp is seriously getting worsen

You try to sat up and face the clock,studying it to see what time is it again?

The beads of sweats starts to form around your forehead and temples considering the symptoms of having period always causes fever for you.

You did not realise the figure approaching you from behind before encircling their arms around you,pulling you to his embrace.

"Idiot,just tell me if you're in pain."

You could only stay in silence before speaking up, "Aren't you suppose to sleep?"

"How could i fall asleep right after we argued?"

You pull away from him and just to halt around to face him properly, "Sorry," you apologize;

"My mood got carried away..”

"I know," he hummed whilst pulling you onto his lap and close the gap between you two

"You and your bad mood—i've dated you quite a long time ago lets me know your attitude,"

You pursued your lips and kneeled between his legs, "Sorry," you apologize again,

"The cramps are killing me" you hissed in pain,

Yoongi then duck his head down,hugging your hips as he buried his face on the warmth of your belly,

"What're you doing?"

"Healing your pain." his voice muffled but clear enough for you to hear him.

You rolled your eyes but you still could not help to smile by his cuteness.And then an idea popped into your mind like a bulb.Though his face always comes off as a rude and stoic man, deep down he is just a boy with soft and fluffy heart.

"I know how,"

With that,Yoongi tilt his head up to see you looking down at him, "How?" he asks,

"Go buy me chocolate and ice cream."

"What!? At this time!?" almost instantly he lets go of his hold from you,

"Oh pleaseeee~! I'm craving for 'em so much right now!" you drag your voice along as you plead

"No,you're crazy."

You stuck your bottom lip out and shot him the glaze look over your eyes and bats your eyelashes in attempt to make him grant your pleas.

Sighing heavily one last time,he got up from the couch,  "Fine,what flavours do you want?"

"Yeah! You're the best!" you flail both arms into the air

"I better be," he snorted; "Just because i love you,alright—or else i might have throw you out of the window right now."

"Mhm,love you too." the end of your lip pulls into a small smirk.

He went to grab his both wallet and phone which placed on the table near the exit door,

"I'll be back—"

"Oh,and buy me pads please!" you yelled yet before he could finish his own sentence.

"....ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?"

                                        -Bonus Ending-

"Which one is the 'Wings' brand!?" Yoongi hissed on the phone on his hand while the other free one hovering around the section of the ladies' pads.

"Jesus,i never knew girls' pads have to be in a lot of brands," he mutters underneath his breath.

"Just take any 'Wings' brand," you uttered nonchalantly through the phone,

"What the fuck—which is why i did not know which one is better!" this time not realising he spoke in much higher tone causing two female customers who stood a few meters away from him to stare at him obviously,

He who clearly notice this pops a vein on his temple, "What the hell you looking at?"

You heard faintly by the shout of his voice and making you laugh to your heart's content and imagining the red heat on his face and ears.Taking mental note to yourself to shower him with kisses as soon as he walks right in through that door.

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[whats-the-story-tc]

3rd of March, 2020

"The One with the Alpha and the Omega"

Another day, another flannel.

This morning, I got ready surprisingly fast, and went to school earlier than I normally do. As I was nearing the gates, I realised why the universe arranged that for me. In the crowd, my eyes immediately found V, wrapped up in her great big scarf, walking in. Though I didn't go up to her, as I didn't want to bother her, I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. It's entirely unfair that she's so beautiful in everything.

I was, once again, forced to realise how rarely we say hello to each other verbally. Today's form of non-verbal "hi!" was us locking eyes and smiling, as we went in separate directions. We did this twice, on two different stairways. Interesting dynamic, that of ours.

An hour before our upcoming test in her class, she came up to my class, a stack of papers in hand. "Are a lot of people absent?" she asked us. When I noticed the people nearer to her couldn't respond, I chimed in with the answer, specifying when she asked me to specify. "Thanks." she told me, then walked away, passing behind my back. While we were talking, there was a kind of sleepy softness in her eyes. Not the usual heavy sharpness when she's really tired, just... the morning coffee probably hadn't kicked in yet.

As we write our tests in English, V is grading at her desk. Me being me, I look up whenever she makes the slightest sound. The test, like all of V's tests, isn't hard at all if you studied properly, so I can afford it. She starts laughing at something, then shows it to us: someone drew flowers in place of an answer, because they admittedly didn't know anything. Huh. Blond Boy in the Back is, once again, sitting in front of me and often tries to cheat. V keeps an eye on both him, and another boy, calling them amateurs and lazy, and, at one point, she said she'd need one of those spray bottles full of water. "To spray water on them like on the cat when it starts eating the plants," she explains. It seems V's cat is every bit as extra as their owner. Meanwhile, I'm my own kinda extra, as per usual when it comes to V's essay questions. I roast Akaky Akakievich in one short essay, and in the other, about Onegin as a romanticism-era novel, I write: "It also contains many other attributes of romanticism, and my reason for not listing them definitely isn't that I don't know them." I said no, you know, like a liar.

Although V keeps reminding us that there isn't much time left until the bell, she ends up staying an extra five minutes after class, to wait for everyone to be done. "Guess I'm not having lunch anymore..." she mutters to herself, then checks her phone. "Oh, my battery's so gonna die..." she says. "Metaphorically, or...?" I ask her, and get a short, tired little laugh in return.

Next class' topic is drama and our own national theatre. I'm shouldering an unexpected anxiety attack, so I can't pay attention as much as I would've liked to, but I made it somehow. The fact that I won't have class with her for another week only worsened my mood. So after class, I trodded up to her saying "Oh, so period-accurate costumes were in style, that's why we didn't win!", referring to the drama competition I've been on last Friday. She tells me a bit about costumes, and that's when she starts getting curious. She asks me where we placed and who beat us, and calls the fact that the local team won "bias, you know how it goes". "Do you consider [third place] a disappointment?" she asks me, and after I answered I no longer do, but I did then, she tells me: "Well, you can't always win." I can't see her face, as she's packing as we speak, but I definitely heard that playful smile of hers in her voice.

Debate Friend enters stage right, and we start talking gaming. They talk Skyrim, and Life is Strange also comes up. When we discuss our choices, it turns out that V and I made completely different choices in the two biggest dealbreakers of the game — both of which entirely reflective of who we are as people. Then, this friend of ours in our year (from here on: Curly Friend, cuz I mention him often enough) shows up, and tells us that he'll be skipping class. "Let's pretend I didn't hear that," V says with a stage gasp. We remind her that the other class are attending this lecture, and she even remembers that our class has a similar lecture tomorrow. "We have to go to class while they're just sitting and listening to that lecture! Can you believe that, Miss?" I tell her. Bless her soul, she tries to encourage us that it's gonna be interesting. Then, as this girl asks V to look at what she painted, she's surprised when V recognises gore. "I'm not that old, you know." she tells her, grinning. "Not at all!" I responded, but I don't know if she heard it.

After all these groundbreaking things happening recently, I wasn't satisfied with how this day ended. It's a really ugly flaw of mine, no longer being satisfied with the little things. So when I went back for training, and saw that it was parents' evening, I got excited. I shit you not, I went outside every 20 minutes to try and catch a glimpse of her. But it took until the end of training until I actually saw her walk by, so I waited till she'd come back and see me there.

"What, are you not bored of school yet?" she asked me with a faint surprise when she saw me, eyeing my training gear, especially my shirt rather curiously. (It's my work uniform from this one sports event where I volunteered, you see.) After I explained her everything, and asked her how she is, she told me that they — as in the teachers — are, in fact, bored, but there were only a couple minutes left. She then proceeded to give directions/help out a lost seeming parent who showed up on the stairs beside us. As usual, I told her "Keep holding on, Miss!" when she walked away, to which she replied "Thanks! It won't be long now!" I think various forms of thank you might be what we say to each other most often.

You see, V is very different from all the other teachers who like me. Her grin, as we were talking, weren't the same as my Religion teacher's awe of me being an assistant coach, or A grinning at me like I hung the stars in the sky. I probably wouldn't even have noticed V being glad to see me if it weren't for me knowing her expressions so well. Because that's her. She doesn't put me on a pedestal higher than I will ever deserve to be on, unlike most people I meet. She just calmly enjoyed the fact that someone who likes her and is easy to talk to showed up, who isn't the same people she sat two hours in the same room with. It's like how cats like sunlight, in a way.

My day started and ended with her. How interesting. In honour of this, I want to quote a poem I know V loves:

"I remain a prison for myself,

For I am the subject and the object,

Oh, I am the omega and the alpha."

~ S ♡

[Every story I share here, no matter how specific I get with my wording, depicts actual events from my own life.]

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