The livestream flickered shut and uneasiness settled in Carmilla’s stomach.
As little as she knew about Betty Crocker, her behaviour just didn’t sit well, and she replayed the last few seconds of that livestream, trying to stitch the pieces together. The slight tilt of Perry’s head, the piercing yet strangely knowing stare, the condescending “dear”, the low pitched voice, the-
The penny dropped.
She suddenly saw long, slender fingers caressing her cheek. She saw stern gray eyes and a menacing grin exposing sharp teeth. Then, she saw Laura with that necklace. And Carmilla knew.
“Laura,” she shot up and ran as fast as she could, bumping against a few unexpected walls along the way. She ran through dark, tight tunnels and humid corridors, and past bookshelves she was sure she’d seen at least twice already. She tripped on scattered books and nearly slipped on damp pages long forgotten on whatever corner of hell she was in. When she ran violently against a wall and fell backwards, Carmilla knew she had reached a dead end. She got up and pressed her now scraped palms against the cold stone, her chest rose and fell quickly as the feeling of dread overloaded her senses and, suddenly, her lungs required more oxygen than she could provide.
“Laura!” Carmilla shouted and her hands balled into fists.
She glanced back, seeing the same corridor she had seen countless times before, and the feeling of dread quickly morphed into raw panic.
“LAURA!” She turned to the wall and banged her fists against the stone, hitting it over and over again while continuously shouting Laura’s name. She knew she wasn’t strong enough to break through the wall, she knew she was trapped in there because someone wanted her to stay put, because someone knew she’d save Laura no matter what, and that just wouldn’t do.
As thick drops of blood trickled down her wrist, the realisation that Laura now thought Carmilla had given up on her crept into her brain and she could do nothing but hit that wall and call for her, feeling guilt and fear and panic all rolled up into the tears that now coated her cheeks, and the blood that now stained the ground as evidence of her own defeat.
The Ten Types of Supernatural Episode: an Illustrated Guide.
1. The Generic:
This is the kind of episode fandom veterans fondly refer to as “Old School Supernatural.” Features a 70s rock soundtrack, a classic (yet in hindsight, relatively nonthreatening) ghost or monster, comically bad special effects, and body horror. Probably from season one.
Examples: “Wendigo,” “Bloody Mary,” “Bugs.”
2. The Classic:
Not to be confused with the Generic, the Classic is the kind of episode that everybody remembers and everybody loves. It’s infinitely quotable, carefully toes the line between hilarious and absurd, and is still frequently blogged about even if it came out 7+ years ago. Almost definitely features Gabriel.
Once you see this episode, you will never be the same. Whether it introduces a beloved character, kills them, or raises them from the dead, the Life Changer is the episode that either sends you into a downward spiral of unhealthy obsession, or merely accelerates it.
Examples: “Lazarus Rising,” “Abandon All Hope,” “Lucifer Rising.”
4. The Black Comedy:
Though much of Supernatural revolves around a unique cocktail of horror and humor, the Black Comedy is almost impossible to miss. From famine-induced cannibalism, to a would-be antichrist, to a killer pagan Santa Clause, the humor of these episodes is darker than Batman’s worst nightmares and probably at least twice as depressing, yet manages to be oddly magical all the same.
Examples: “Yellow Fever,” “My Bloody Valentine,” “A Very Supernatural Christmas.”
5. The Crack Fic:
These are the episodes whose only real purpose is to make you wonder if Supernatural is some kind of elaborate fever dream. Neither advance the plot nor provide much further insight into its characters, but still entertaining in terms of pure absurdity.
Examples: “Man’s Best Friend with Benefits,” “It’s a Dog Dean Afternoon,” most of season seven.
6. The WELL-WRITTEN Crack Fic:
Despite having the same brand surreal absurdity of the Crack Fic, the WELL-WRITTEN Crack Fic not only serves to further character development, but will also tug at your heartstrings, make you laugh, and very likely make you cry.
Some shows break the fourth wall, but this one comes at it with a sledgehammer. From directly addressing the fandom and its terminology to the show itself, the Meta Fiction episode is usually surprisingly enjoyable and well-done, if you can get past the sheer mindfuck of it.
Examples: “Fanfiction,” “The French Mistake,” “Don’t Call me Shurley.”
8. The Tearjerker:
This one specializes in one thing and one thing only, and that is emotionally destroying you. May disguise itself as other kinds of episodes, like the Crack Fic and the Meta Fiction, before swiftly and efficiently moving in for the kill.
Examples: “the Rapture,” “After School Special,” “the Man Who Would be King.”
9. The Tragedy Porn:
Do you enjoy watching your favorite characters suffer and die horribly for no particular reason? No? Well in that case, you picked the wrong show, my friend. From the heart wrenching pain of Dean being forced to kick a newly-human Cas out of the bunker, to the soul-destroying injustices that were Kevin and Charlie, the Tragedy Porn is an episode that exists for no other reason than to make you want to crawl into a hole and die.
Examples: “I’m No Angel,” “Dark Dynasty,” “Rock and a Hard Place.”
10. The Grand Finale:
The Tearjerker, made ten times worse with the addition of “Carry on my Wayward Son” and a cliffhanger ending. Specializes in metaphorically ripping your heart out, making you sob like a pre-adolescent girl, and psyching you up for the next season, no matter how emotionally exhausted you may already be.
Examples: “No Rest For the Wicked,” “The Man Who Knew Too Much,” “Swan Song.”
You enjoy your character suffering...I've noticed artists of many kinds will usually put their pain into their art. Is this why you like to watch ink suffer? (Sorry for anon I'm scared you'll take it the wrong way and get mad)
Perhaps I do yes, because I burned my left thumb that I use to draw, and I’m suffering, so
Ink won’t be allowed to use his left hand for days MUAHAHAHAoh right he’s ambidextrous
Summary: You have some hickeys from the morning but you have to go out eating with your boyfriend JB an the rest of the members. Genre: Fluff Length: 1k
This morning had been great. More than great actually. But the aftermath was a bit annoying to say the least. The purple marks all over your neck, trailing from your jaw to your collarbones were very visible. Too visible. They were deep red-purple and were scattered all over your skin. “Shit! Babe, they don’t want to go away!” Your boyfriend walks in the door and places his chin on your shoulder with a smug grin.
“I am sorry but also I’m really not.” You smile and push him away. He laughs after you as you walk out of the bathroom. You walk to the freezer and take out two icecubes and place them on your skin. The ice is so cold and immediately melts when it touches you. It isn’t a pleasant feeling but it had to be done. You had a pretty official dinner with his friends so you couldn’t just throw a sweater over top either. After a bit, you take the icecubes off. “And? How does it look?” Jaebum looks at you and then smirks.
“Still there. I think you might have made it worse.” “Don’t say that.” He walks over and pulls you close. “Why do you mind them so much anyway? They just show everyone that you are my girlfriend. Is that so bad?” You look up at him. “No, they show everyone that we had pretty rough sex this morning and I would rather not have all your friends know that.” He kisses your lips softly and then places a kiss on your nose.
“Well, you better hurry up then, because we only have 15 minutes left.” You look up at the clock. Oh shit! Running into the bathroom again, you take out your concealer and put on a thick layer. You could still see them, but it kinda helped hide the hickeys. You tug your dress down a bit, and look at yourself for the last time. “Okay, let’s go.” you shout at JB, who is waiting at the door. As he grabs your hand and walks out, you sigh. Please, don’t let them see.
The door of the restaurant opened for you and you walk in, hand in hand, and walk over to the table. It seemed you weren’t the last ones, wich was good. As your boyfriend was the leader of the group, it would be pretty inapropriate to be the last anyway. The two youngest boys, Yugyeom and BamBam were already nicely on time, sitting on their chairs impatiently waiting for the food. Also, Jinyoung and Jackson were there already.
As you walk over to the table, JB squeezes your hand softly, making you relax just a little bit. You greet them with a bow and sit down on the chair JB had pulled out for you. They all look up at you but then look back to the menu. JB sits down next to you and rests his hand on your knee. After a second, a grin appears on Jackson’s face as he looks back at you. You sip from your glass as you read the menucard.
“What seems tasty to you, Y/N?” Jackson’s voice breaks the silence. You look up at him, he still staring at you with a big grin. The rest of the table still reading the menucard. “I don’t really know yet.” “You know, JB doesn’t seem very hungry.” he says, making everyone now look up to turn to him. “I think he might have been eating something else earlier.”
Your face flushes bright red at his words, and you look down at the menu, all the eyes on the table now turning to you and Jaebum. All of a sudden, BamBam gasps. “Y/N, what is that in your neck. Did you hurt yourself?” Yugyeom asks innocently, making you look up at him. “I’m fine, Yugyeom.” you say, your voice soft and hoarse.
BamBam leans forward to take a closer look and then starts laughing. “Oh my God, JB. The poor girl.” Your face flushes even brighter red, making everyone except innocent Yugyeom laugh. Jinyoung, who is sitting to your right, throws his hand over your shoulder. “I feel bad for you.” he grins. You look down and hide your face in your menucard. JB just looks at you and smiles. He was clearly proud of his work, but you felt like dying.
“Seems like she didn’t mind it though.” Jackson shouts out, making you look back up at him with wide eyes. Everyone is dying laughing, except for you and Yugyeom, who is still trying to figure out the source of everyone’s fun. BamBam leans over to him and whispers something is Yugyeom’s ear and the boy then starts blushing. “Doesn’t it hurt, Y/N?” he asks shyly. You shake your head, barely visible, and then look over at JB, who was enjoying your suffering.
Now the restaurant door opens and Mark and Youngjae walk in, appologising and greeting everyone. Everyone is still laughing at you though. Mark bends down to kiss your cheek when he spots the purple marks on your skin. A huge smile appears on his face as he looks over at JB. “So, JB, how was your day?” JB looks up at him, still smiling. “It was pretty great actually.” You turn back around and stare into nothing, praying for some help.
As the waiter comes over, everyone sits back down and calms down, each ordering nicely. As soon as the waiter leaves, Jackson turns to you and grins widely. “Jaebum ordered the salmon, but only because you weren’t on the menu.” “Jackson!” you squeak, making everyone turn back at you and laugh. It was obvious you were never going to hear the end of it. JB squeezes your hand under the table, drawing a heart on the back of your hand. You know what? It was alright, because your boyfriend was right next to you.
Alcohol running through her body, her heart beating to the rhythm of whatever song the DJ was playing, body moving on its own, and a pair of eyes watching her every move with hunger and a trail of jealousy. Soon enough, plump lips were attached to hers, kissing her feverishly and sucking the breath out of her lungs, then moving down to her neck to bring out of her lips sweet and tormented moans, which he always longed to hear from her, but never had the chance to.
The stranger’s lips were still attached to her collarbone as they made their way stumbling into a bedroom which was unknown to her, this being her smallest problem at the moment. The room soon got filled with their hot, pleasure-filled moans and groans echoing throughout his bedroom.
In the morning she was woken up by the feeling of unbearable hotness. Opening her eyes, she couldn’t recognize the room she was in. Looking carefully around the room, tightly holding the duvet to her chest, her eyes finally landing on a photograph on the bedside table next to her, eyes going wide in shock as she recognized the man next to a beautiful, long-haired woman. On the second picture, the same couple was kissing. Her heart broke to thousands of pieces as memories from the previous night crept into her mind, remembering how the man from those pictures held her, kissed her, how he made her feel, how he whispered sweet nothings into her ear, and how they made passionate love just a few hours prior.
She buried her face in her palms as memories from her teenage years came back and the feelings she had had for the man who was still sleeping beside her in the king-sized bed, the same man she had been in love with for several years, the man who had stolen her first kiss then a week after he had announced his relationship with some other girl. It took her quite some time to get over him. Just how did she end up in his bed?
Not wanting to be caught by him in his apartment when he wakes up, she slowly got out of his bed, gathered her clothes, got dressed up, and after opening some doors she found the bathroom. Splashing cold water on her face, she looked into the mirror. Her reflection was all but joyous. Dark circles under her eyes threatened to flood her face (which was contorted because of her broken heart) with salty tears.
As she was about to leave the bathroom her eyes caught the sight of a sticky note on the side of the mirror:
I won’t see you ‘till the wedding ceremony on Saturday. I can’t wait to become your wifey. Love you!
The traces of her lips coated with red lipstick on the right down side of the note made her hate red lipstick even more than she already did.
She felt like her insides were on fire, she had to get out of that apartment, she felt suffocated in there. She couldn’t look into his eyes, actually, she couldn’t look anyone in the eye in that moment. She felt dirty, like a whore. How could she sleep with a man who was about to get married in a few days? Why was life punishing her like this? Whatever god was above, must have hated her a lot.
As she opened the door exiting the bathroom she silently prayed for the man to be still deep asleep.
Her hopes came crashing down when she bumped into Sunghwa’s chest and if it weren’t for his quick reflex she would’ve ended up on the floor and with a bad headache.
He held her close to his chest deeply staring into her wide eyes. She cursed in her head when she realized where she was and how close his lips were to hers, memories of their hot night once again flooding her mind, blinding her for a second.
She brought her hands up to his chest and pushed him away as reality hit her and realized what compromising position they were in. Taking a few steps away from him, she walked towards the door looking for her purse and hoping he wouldn’t follow her.
"Where are you going?“ Sunghwa grabbed her hand. She looked back and met his questioning eyes which were holding some sadness, and desperation, maybe. She didn’t plan on finding out.
Pulling her hand out of his grip in a swift movement she continued her way toward the door. “I asked something,” he was getting annoyed, however, her pain was stronger than to care about him.
She turned back, “What do you expect me to do?” She looked at him expectantly, “I don’t plan on waiting till your girlfriend, oh wait, your soon-to-be wife comes and kicks me out calling me names,” the pain and hurt in her eyes killed him. He didn’t plan their first meeting to be like this.
Ever since their first kiss at a gazebo he couldn’t forget how his heart had been beating the whole time, how her eyes had been shining in the moonlight, ha had wanted back then to confess his love but as always, he had been a coward and never followed his heart.
Her words hurt him, at the same time he couldn’t imagine how hurt she must’ve been. His eyes were inspecting the rug beneath his feet as he tried to find the right words. “What?! Kitty got your tongue?” She asked sarcastically. “ Man up, Sunghwa!” She yelled at him.
"Give me a chance,“ his voice was barely audible as he looked up at her with fear in his eyes.
"Tsk…” she couldn’t believe her ears. “A chance, Sunghwa?” She grabbed his chin to direct his gaze to her face, “you’re a few years late,” though her voice was sad, she was determined not to let him lure her in.
"Coward!“ She looked at him with rage and pity in her eyes. “How dare you ask me for a chance when you’re getting married in a few days?” She looked at him with disappointment.
His eyes were yet again cast downwards, “How about the woman you’re supposed to love more than your own life? What about her?” She knew she was going overboard, yet she couldn’t help her anger, “Do you plan on keeping me as your side hoe?” Her face contorted at the thought, she was hurting herself more than him at this point.
"Don’t say that,“ he begged silently, “I’ll call down the wedding if you give me a chan…” her hand came in contact with his face before she could give it a second thought. Her eyes went wide at the sound of her powerful slap, “Sorry…” she wanted to caress his red cheek when he softly grabbed her hand and pulled it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on the back of her hand.
"I deserved it,“ he looked at her in agony, “I did wrong. I should’ve been a man, I should’ve made you mine when I had the chance,” his quite confession was like a dagger, “just a moment ago…” he looked at her with sincerity trying to convince her of his honesty, “I was serious, though. I’d call down the wedding without a second thought.”
Yet again, she couldn’t believe the nonsense coming out of his mouth, “Get your head out of your ass before I smack you again,” she ordered. “I’m not the same teenage girl anymore, Sunghwa. I don’t care what would you do if I asked you,” she looked at him with determination, “you’ve made the choice to marry her, don’t you dare to go back on your word cause I swear to whatever god there’s above I’ll kill you,” she scolded him like a mum does with her child.
”Did you have fun playing with me? Cause it was not a freaking game to me, Sunghwa! What do you think about me?” he didn’t seem to have an answer to her question. “Don’t you dare play with me! I slept with you because I was drunk. Do you think you’re the only man I slept with?” He didn’t want to know the answer to that question.
She was on the verge of crying, “If I was her, I wouldn’t want to marry you after what you’ve just said. It hurts that you used me in my weak moment to get me in your bed for your selfish thoughts and needs. A few years ago I would’ve given anything and everything to have you, but that’s in the past,” her arms fell to her sides as she once again went towards the exit.
“Don’t look for me,” she said without turning back.
He fell on his knees the moment the door got shut behind her. He knew he did wrong, he knew that a one night stand wasn’t the right way to get her back… oh, wait, she didn’t want to be with him. She moved on. She did what he always thought to be impossible for him: moving on.
Author’s Note: Something that was on my mind ever since I had started writing Morning After - Simon (it was originally supposed to be a Gray scenario, ended up being a Simon scenario - I love that side of writing) This ended up being angst for @iamlisteningtotherainsound had kindly asked me “to make them suffer” Enjoy your reading and don’t be afraid to leave feedback! ^^ - J
So, if you obsessively stalk read @kazliin‘s asks (you know you do, guys, don’t pretend) you’ll know
that it turns out there’s been some misinterpretation of the events leading up
to the First Kiss in chapter 8 of UMFB (soon to also be chapter 2 of OBS). (There was also a lot of discussion about
weather and climate and mayonnaise, but that’s not what brings me here to my
laptop on a Saturday morning).
I had definitely completely misinterpreted it. Well, I’m not sure misinterpreted is quite
the right word, because there’s a lot going on in our poor unreliable narrator
Yuuri’s head at this point, and I don’t think we were meant to just read it and
know his deep-down intentions. I mean, what would be the fun in that? So maybe it’s more accurate to say I had
missed something. Turns out ‘the kiss only happened when Yuuri won
because Yuuri was the original instigator for the whole situation’. What?
How did I not see this? (Cut below)
what anime/manga would u rec besides bnha and yoi?
ohhhh jeez that’s a dangerous question, anon. i can rant all day about my favorite animes but i’ll /try/ to keep it relatively short, lol. apologies for these summaries, i’m pretty terrible at describing things.
hunter x hunter. hxh reminds me so much of atla tbh (and it’s older than atla lmao so if anything atla should be reminding me of hxh). it’s got the same kind of epic adventure vibe, and gon is seriously so similar to aang in that he’s a little kid with incredible abilities, and along the way he makes so many great friends and the plot arcs are so flawlessly executed and the characters are so loveable and it’s just. watch it. i’d recommend u watch the 2011 anime first tho lol i’ve never seen the older one. it’s q pretty big commitment with 148 episodes but it’s so worth it. honestly, i almost like it better than atla. which is saying a lot.
haikyuu. if you’re even somewhat familiar with sports animes, chances are you’ve heard of haikyuu, lol. it’s just a really fun, lighthearted anime with dynamic characters. it helps that i really love volleyball - being a tall person, i used to play, so when they get into volleyball p heavily i don’t really mind. but seriously the character development across the seasons is so amazing and you just come to love so many different characters it’s. good.
mob psycho 100. this one is pretty different from yoi and bnha, but it’s so amazing and i have no idea how to properly convey just how good this anime is. just. watch it. the humor is so unique and the animation is amazing (it was seriously robbed for best animation, yoi did not deserve it lmao) and the characters are so good (mob is my sON). of the three i’ve mentioned so far, it’s definitely the quickest watch bc there’s only one season. if you like paranormal shiz and kickass animation then watch it.
daiya no ace. this is kind of an honorable mention but i’m almost done watching and it’s so good. if you’re into sports animes then def. watch it if you haven’t already. sawamura eijun is the light of my life, my sun and stars.
You may remember this post detailing what my friend and I determined were the worst chapters in Noragami, so I’m back with the worst single panels/pages in this hell manga (in chronological order), along with a brief description of why they deserve to be on this list.
Note: This gifs are not mine, all the credit to the owner.
People say that high school is one of the
most amazing times in everyone’s life… obviously, those people never were in
“Who would want to be pair with her?!” a
girl says at loud, when the teacher asked for someone to work with you, and
everyone started to laugh.
You were used to it by now, it was normal
for them to treat you like shit… like if you don’t have feelings.
And like always, you just stayed quiet,
frozen at your seat and staring at your notebook, while everyone else was
enjoying your suffer.
“That’s not funny” the teacher says to the
girl and all the laughs faded away, but not the stares of your classmates who
were still smiling and murmuring to each other. You were sure that they were
talking about how stupid you are or something in between those lines.
“So let’s see…” the teacher says looking at
the list in his hands “… Ji hoon you will be with Y/N”
“Why me?!” he answers mad, and one more
time, everyone around you burst laughing. You felt a hole in your heart and
tears were accumulating in your eyes.
Why were you acting like this? This is not the
first time that they say things like that, actually they had done worst things
to you, so why are you about to cry?… you couldn’t take it anymore… you
raised your hand and asked to go to the bathroom.
That few steps to the door felt like hell, you
could feel all the stares over you… judging and laughing at you.
But somehow you made it without breaking
into tears in the middle of the room and in front of everyone. In front of all
those people who, for over a year, had made your life a nightmare. But that strength
didn’t last longer, as soon as you were out you let out all your tears.
You were so immersed in your thoughts in
your way to the bathroom that you didn’t even realized that someone was walking
towards you… you two collided.
“Are you ok?” he asked you.
You knew him, he was Ji yong, a guy from
your english class. He was a quiet guy, everyone knows him, although he never
talks to anyone. He was the kind of guy who likes to be alone.
“Yeah… sorry I was just… sorry” you kept
walking, a little bit faster. “Are you saying sorry for crying?”
You didn’t answer, and keep walking.
“Hey, I know we don’t know each other and
that is none of my business but… whoever makes you cry doesn’t deserve it” he
says, standing where you left him.
You weren’t used to that… to be treated as
a person. Nobody has ever cared for you or your feelings.
“They don’t worth none of your tears”
You really hate when people see you crying.
It makes you feel even more weak and vulnerable. But you couldn’t help it, as
soon as he said that, it was like if he pressed an invisible button inside of
you, and now you can’t stop crying.
You were shocked that he knew your name.
“Its fine…” you wiped your tears away with
the sleeve “… I’m used to it now”
“Sure, so those are normal too?” he was
referring to your tears.
You looked away trying to smile but nothing
came out. You can’t do it.
“You don’t have to be strong with me… I
know how you feel” he says, and that only makes you cry even more.
Even though he was a handsome guy, he was
lonely. Ji yong doesn’t have friends, and no one ever talks to him.
“No…” you shook your head letting out the
last tears in your watery eyes “… you don’t know”
Ji yong was about to answer when you
interrupt him. “Is different… you choose to be alone, I didn't” saying that
broke you. Is not like you just realized that people don’t like you, but it was
hard to say it at loud, sharing it with other person.
It was hard to admit that you were
invisible for them, and that no one cares for you.
“No…” he shook his head “… no one likes to
be alone Y/N” and he, wasn’t the exception.
You didn’t say anything. What can you say
“People are mean Y/N…” he caressed your arm
“… but is your choice to let them get to you and hurt you”
“My choice? Really?” you said with sarcasm.
For him is easy to say, he is strong, you aren’t.
He doesn’t care about what people say, you do care.
“How?” you asked him. “Easy… be your own
friend, you don’t need anyone else to be happy… and if you still need someone
to talk to, well, here I am”
“I thought I don’t need anyone” a hint of a
smile shows on your face. “You don’t…” he laughs “… but that doesn’t mean that
we cannot talk here and then”
Even if he was saying all of that because
he was feeling bad for you, it felt good still.
“I will” you say. “Whenever
you need me?” he asked.
“Yeah, whenever I need
And so you did, you always came to him
whenever you felt down, and little by little you looked for him also when you
Ji yong became someone really important in your life. He was there
whenever you needed him… you spent all your free time together, talking about
all kinds of topics. You wish you could be in the same classes, but
unfortunately the only class you shared with him was english, and that only was
twice a week, but regardless of that, you two became really close.
And everyone at school started to notice it…
“Y/N, right?” a pretty tall girl asked you
in the bathroom, while you were washing your hands. “Yeah” you said confused.
“How are you?” she has a huge smile on her
face. “Good” you knew something was wrong when two more girls entered, staring
at you, and walking towards you. You started to walk away but the girl stopped
you in that instant. “Where are you going? I was talking to you…” her grip got
tighter to the point where it started to hurt “… that was really rude”
“I have classes” you said in a whisper.
“Oh! I see…” suddenly she grabs you by your
neck pushing you against the nearest wall “… I will be quick then”
“What are you…” you were scared.
“Shut your mouth! Did I say you can talk?!”
she and the other girls started to laughed, making you feel really
“What do you think, does Y/N thinks that she
is better than us?” she asked them. “Yeah, she does” one of them answered while
the other just smiled. “I don’t know
what are you talking about” you said, and then she hits you right in your nose.
“I wasn’t asking you!” she yelled at your
“Please I didn’t do anything…” you started
to say, making her madder. “Let’s see if she still think that she is better
without her pretty hair”
One of the girls gave her something.
(What?! She can’t be serious) you panic. But she was, she and the scissors in her right hand was.
“Don’t worry its hair…” she says “… it’ll
grow up” she made the first cut.
Ji yong was walking down the hallway,
listening music like always, when a tiny girl approached him. “Ji yong?” it was
a girl from his class. “Yes?” he says.
“I think you should know this…” she told
him what this girl was planning to do to you. She heard them talking about it
during one of the breaks.
“Are you sure?!” he knew this girl was
crazy. Ever since he rejected her back when school started.
The tiny girl nods, and Ji yong ran towards
your class, just to find out you weren’t there.
He took out his phone and desperately he
started to call you nonstop. After a few minutes of looking for you in the
entire school, calling you all the time, he was about to give up when you
“What do you want?” you said coldly. “Where are you?!” from the way you answered he
knew it was too late.
“Leave me alone” you were about to hang up.
“NO! WHAT HAPPENED?! WHERE ARE YOU?!” he
was really scared.
You didn’t answer. But he
still can hear your breath. “Y/N please…”
“At the second floor… in the bathroom” you
said, and then you hang up.
Ji yong ran like never in his life, and when
he was finally there he didn’t bother or hesitated, he entered. “Y/N!…” the
bathroom looks empty, but then he saw all the hair on the floor. He has tears
in his eyes for how angry and sad he is.
And then he heard you sobbing “Y/N…” he
says your name in a whisper. You were in the last bathroom, with the door
“She cut it all” you said.
He took a deep breath before he says
something “She will pay for this”
Your sobs were getting louder and louder.
“Please Y/N… open the door” he asked. “No… just
leave me” you didn’t want him to look at you like this.
“Y/N I won’t leave… please”
You spent ten more minutes locked up, until
you gain the strength to open the door and let him see you. And when you did,
he didn’t even look at your hair, he when straight and hugs you. “She will pay
for this, I swear Y/N, she won’t get along with this” Ji yong was crying along
with you, and then he kisses your
forehead. His lips pressed softly against your skin, as
his arms wrapped around you, right where your back ends. Making you feel safe.
You started to cry again, but not because
you were still sad, but because of how happy you were to have him there with
“Lets get out of here” he took off his hoodie, and you put it on, with the cap on, to cover your head.
You two went to the principal office and they expel her and the other girls.
Unfortunately that wasn’t going to give you back your hair.
After school he took you to the hairdresser, a beautiful salon. “Are you crazy?! I can’t pay for this” you said, refusing to enter.
“Don’t worry” he smiles. “What do you mean don’t worry? Are you gonna give me the money?”
You rolled your eyes “What are we doing here then?!”
“This is the best salon in Seoul”
“Yeah…” you look at it “… I can tell, and that’s why I can’t afford it”
Then, a woman came out of it, smiling “Hi! You must be Y/N”
“Y/N this is my mom” Ji yong smiled too. “Nice to meet you ma'am”
“Come! Let’s fix the mess, honey”
And she really mean it, and also Ji yong mean it when he said this was the best salon in the city.
You’ve never felt this pretty in your entire life.
“So… how does she looks? Isn’t she beautiful?” he says to Ji yong after hiding you the whole time during your makeover.
Ji yong was speechless but after a few more seconds he just said, “She always was”
// Also for some reason a bunch of NSFW blogs started following me last night. Unfortunately you guys are gonna be a little disappointed by my content. I’m not usually an art blog, and do more asks and RPing, and that’s never really NSFW content unless it’s talking about the realities of war or something. My biggest thing? Riven suffering. Poor Riven.
Parrapa the Rapper according to a bunch of random out-of-context screencaps and that’s it:
YO YO DOGE YO
-looks smol but is a teen probably??? he can drive??? i think??? -cinnamon roll i want to protect him -probably needs protected from trouble he himself causes -sick of noodles??? noodles are evil in this i think???? -pULL UP YOUR PANTS
two EMOTIONS beAR
-seriously he looks tired all the time -except in a few shots where he’s smiling but in a devious way??? -enjoys your suffering -shows up at school clubs he has no interest in because pizza was in the flyer probably -raids your fridge -lET HIM SLEEP
-doge has a thing for her -that friend who did nothing wrong and puts up with everyone else in the group’s crap because it’s like watching a trainwreck -really likes cake???? she is shown with a lot of cakes??? -HAPPY BIRTHDAY
-the sensible one™ -“SUNNYSIDE COULD BE COOL AND GROOVY IF WE TREATED EACH OTHER FAIR” -older than the others???? idk everyone is short how did doge get a license without the condition of a booster seat -was my fav until she apparently called spaghetti fake noodles so she’s dead to me now