Request- Hi cuties! Can I request a Namjoon angst/fluff where he never looks at you during sex and you begin to think he doesn’t enjoy it or like he doesn’t really like you? But he’s really just shy or embarrassed? Thank you love bugs!
Thank you so much for requesting, sugar. I love this request, ugh Namjoon slayyyyssssssss meeeee!
OH MY GOD IM CRYING WHY IS HE SO CUTE OH MY LORD I NEED HELP WHY IS THIS BITCH SO FUCKING CUTE LIKE BITCH IM DYING FROM YOUR CUTENESS AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
He’s pounding into you, his strong arms on either side of your head. Your looking up at him, he is so beautiful. You were drawn to him the moment you first lay eyes on him. He wasn’t very affectionate with you, you thought at the start it was just nerves, but its been a year. Namjoon never looks at you during sex. Never. He always make sure you cum, but once hes done he cleans up and goes to sleep.
You never had let it get to you, but lately it has. Did he not like you? Was he not attracted to you? Some many thoughts ran through your head. Hes lolling his head back in pleasure, his moans making you come undone around him. Tightening around his cock, he empties his load into your tight pussy. Namjoon rides out both of your highs.
He climbs off the bed tossing you a towel, he walks into the bathroom. You get off the bed cleaning yourself off, putting on a fresh pair of panties and your night shirt. You climb under the covers, your limbs tired. Namjoon walks out of the bathroom in shorts and a tank top, he gets under the covers with you and turns his back on you.
A few minutes later you can hear his snores, knowing he went to sleep without saying a word kills you. You lay awake thinking of what you should do. It wasn’t healthy how you were feeling, you felt used. Of course Namjoon made you feel special, you loved being with him. He could always put a smile on your face, you just didn’t feel good enough for him. Did he just think of you as a really good friend hes fucking, but doesn’t want to be fucking?
Its getting to much for you, you get out of bed, you quickly pack you items you had in Namjoons draws, you get dressed and leave his apartment. It may not be the most logical thing you have ever done. Most people would talk to their significant other, but you would not. You chose the run away, not wanting to get hurt.
You arrive at you apartment, tired. You get into bed and just sleep, not caring your still wearing clothes. You close your eyes, letting sleep take you away from reality.
You glut awake, hearing your phone ringtone blare. You sit up in your bed trying to see where it was. You pick it up from under the covers. You had 10 miss calls from Namjoon and over a dozen messages. You scroll down through some of the messages.
‘Where did you go? I woke up and you were gone?’
‘Did you go to work?’
‘Did something happen? All your stuffs gone.’
‘Did I do something to upset you?’
‘Y/N. please answer my calls. I’m really worried.’
You feel bad for not even leaving a note of a text, you knew he would get worried. You send him a quick reply before getting into the shower.
You- ‘I’m fine, Namjoon. Do you have time today? Could we talk? I think we should talk.’
You know you intend to break it off with Namjoon. Not wanting to feel like he doesn’t love you, when you have fallen so deeply in love with him. You get out of the shower just throwing on an over sized t-shirt of Namjoon’s and pjama shorts. You brush your tangled hair and walk into the kitchen, your doorbell rings. Knowing it is Namjoon you take a deep breath and answer the door.
“What the fuck, Y/N? Why the fuck did you leave last night?” Namjoon burst throw your door as soon as you open it, slamming it behind him. You can see hes angry, its radiating off of him.
“We should talk.” You state, walking into the living room taking a seat of the single seater, so Namjoon has to sit on the other sofa. He does.
“What’s going on, Y/N?” Namjoon asks, his gaze focused on you. You look down at your hands, playing with your fingers.
“I-I think we should break up.” You say it so low, you don’t think he heard you. But he did, he was just speechless. You look up to see his eyes filling up with tears.
“I just don’t want to be in a relationship right now.” Namjoon stands up running his hands through his hair.
“That’s such bullshit! I knew you, I know when your lying and you’re fucking lying to me right now! I’m not leaving till you tell me the real reason you want to break up.” You neglected to remember that Namjoon could read you like a fucking book. You take a deep breath and decide to just tell him.
“ I, ugh this is so embarrassing. You never look at me during sex. You never have, why? Are you not attracted to me? Am I bad in bed? Why even be with me if you don’t even like me, it doesn’t make sense. I want to break, because I have already fell deeply in love with you and I don’t want to get hurt. There will be a time when you finally decide to leave me for someone that your actually attracted to. So if you don’t mind could you please leave, so I can cry by myself and listen to Adele. I will leave anything you have here to your apartment some time this week.” You can feel you eyes stinging with tears, you try to hold them back. You stand up, going to walk to the door, but Namjoon stops you.
“Are you fucking insane?” His hand his tightly wrapped around your wrist, hes towering over your small frame. His eyes boring into yours. You begin to cry, tears running down your cheeks.
“Namjoon, please just leave.” You sniffle out, your hands reaching up to cover your face from him. He pulls you down on to the sofa, he sits in front of you on the coffee table. Your legs are in between his, his holding you in place. His hands are rubbing soothing circles into you legs. Your hands still shielding your face from him.
“Y/N, please don’t cry. I hate seeing you cry and I hate that I’m the one that made you. I love you so fucking much, okay. I know I don’t show it a lot, but I do. So fucking much. I don’t look at you during sex, because I’m embarrassed.” Namjoon confesses.
“Why would you be embarrassed?” You mumble through your hands.
“I’m embarrassed, because my girlfriend is the most beautiful girl in the whole world, you’re so beautiful. I just don’t feel good enough for you. Look at Jimin and Jungkook, they both have amazing bodies, and I.. I don’t.” Namjoon looks down embarrassed. You tare your hands away from you face, you hit Namjoon on the arms twice hard. “What was that for?” He asks, rubbing his arm.
“Why are you such a fucking idiot? I love your body so much. You are probably the sexiest man on the planet. Your the only one who makes me so wet that I’m dripping down my legs, and that’s just from seeing you bend over in tight jeans.” You giggles, cupping his face. You kiss his nose. “ I love you and your sexy body, please don’t be embarrassed, it should be me. You’re way out of my league.”
“I love you, please don’t break up with me.” His strong arms lift you by your waist onto his lap. Your arms wrap around his neck, nuzzling your face into the crock of his neck, inhaling his masculine scent that drives you crazy.
“Only if you cuddle me for the rest of the day.” You squeeze him tighter, he does the same to you. He stands up with you in his arms walking to you room.
“Baby, I will never be letting you go. But we will be doing a lot more than cuddling tonight.” You giggle kissing the nape of his neck.
“I love you, baby.”
I am not okay, Nmajoon is trying to kill me with his being. I need jesus. I hope whom ever requested this, likes it.
EXO Reaction when they have a nightmare and ask to sleep with their bff/crush
Xoxo, Admin A~
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*Silently sneaks in your bed* “h-hi… I’m sorry..go back to sleep… I just… nightmare… good night”
*Has an internal debate* Should I… ask her? Maybe if I just get in… no… but nightmare… it’s dark here… eh.. she’s my best friend… but also … ugh”
*Gives you his fairy face* “Y/N… can I sleep with you tonight? I give nice hugs… yes?” *Too scared to be shy about it*
*He’ll just let you take care of him* “Why is she so nice to me… she makes it impossible for me not to like her” *Calming down thanks to you*
*Doesn’t know how to ask* “May I … sleep here tonight? I’ll use the couch if you want.. I just don’t want to be alone and… you are the only one I can come with”
*Wakes up crying and calls you* “Y/N? Are you awake? I’m sorry if I woke you up… but… I didn’t know who to call… Can I go over? I… I need you more than anything right now”
*Doesn’t really need to sleep next to her, just knowing she’s near is enough for him to calm down* “When did she become so important to me?”
*Next day a deer appears on your couch, hugging one of your pillows*
*You know he’s not scared of anything and it’s just an excuse to stay the night* “Ahhh pretty please! It’s raining outside! I promise I’ll let you sleep! No jokes… well maybe one or two”
*doesn’t move an inch* “Why did I have this great idea of asking her to be with me… Do Kyungsoo you like your best friend and probably won’t sleep a thing tonight!”
*HE doesn’t have to ask. You hear him scream and immediately come running to calm him down* “I’m… I’m sorry I didn’t want to bother you.. it was too much though… can you stay with me please? It would mean a lot”
*Shy smol ball* “Can I stay with you tonight please? I just had a nightmare and it was horrible and I thought I lost you and I don’t want to feel like that every five minutes please let me stay you mean the world to me” *Kinda confesses to you right the unintentionally*
You were both laying down in bed and you thought he was sleep so you slowly cuddled closer to him and whispered “ Please stay healthy Jagi.”
Once he heard those words, he then pulled you as close as you can be and whispered back “ I’ll be healthy because I have you.”
You were both walking along the streets late at night when he accidentally tripped on the uneven pavement.
“ Are you okay ?” you ask him, slightly panicked.
“Im okay babe, I only tripped on the sidewalk. Nothing big” he said, brushing it off.
“Yeah, nothing big until you fall and hurt yourself really bad. What if you fell and broke your arm? Or your ankle? Then what? What if you then couldn’t ma-” you said, ranting
“ Jagi,” he said cutting you off, “ Im going to be fine. don’t worry your pretty little head over me.”
He was sitting with you on a bench over looking a pond when you asked the question
“ Yixing, if you were to get seriously hurt, would you end it all?”
“What do you mean by end it all?” he asked, gazing over at you, realizing that you had tears flowing down your face.
“ If your waist…. if it gives out, would you stop performing or would you keep going?” you asked, turning to him.
“ If my waist gave out and there was still a possibility to perform, I would. Not for me, but for my fans. Im sure they would understand why I would stop but I couldn’t give up like that.”
“ I just… I just don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t want you to end….the love of your life like that. It’ll always be a bittersweet ending” you said, looking down at you hands.
“ Jagi, look at me..” he said, pulling your face up with his index finger. “ I understand how worried you are for me but you don’t need to be. I know that an injury could possibly take me out of performing, but you need to understand that the more we think of what horrible things can happen, we can’t enjoy the good things that have happened. Its okay to be worried but jagi, lets just enjoy it while it lasts, okay?”
You were sitting around on the couch when Chen decided to pop out of nowhere and scare you.
“ KIM JONGDAE, that shit isn’t funny.” you screamed at him once you calmed down.
“Haha, It was so funny babe, you should have seen your face. It was like you saw a ghost.” he said, holding his stomach as he laughs
“ I swear you’re gonna do one of those jokes and get hurt one day. It inst funny. “ you said, grabbing your phone as you get up from your seat. You start to make your way towards the stairs when you feel his hands go around your waist.
“ C’mon babe, you cant be that angry over this. Why are you so worried?” he asked into the side of your neck.
“ Im not worried.” you said, as you turn your head away from him, trying to hide your face.
“ I can tell that you’re worried but babe, its okay to play around. Don’t stress so much. Lets live a little. “
You and Channie were both laying down in the park, staring at the stars when you finally tell Im things you were worrying about.
“ Channie, i want you to know that I really care for you and I will always support you but, are you sure being an idol is where you should be?” you asked
He turns his head towards you and gazes at the side of your face.
“Why do you ask that? Do you not like what I do?” he asked softly
“ Its not that , its just that… with your job comes side affects. I just don’t want you being an idol and you’re constantly hurting or sick.”
“ Every job comes with ‘side affects’ babe and I understand that being an idol worries you but its what I love. I try to make sure i don’t do anything to crazy that could threaten my well being and health but… Its what I love and I just learned to take the good with the bad.”
“ Maybe I should start doing that.” you said, lowly
“We can do it together,”
Kai was resting from his ankle injury
“ Jagi, can you get me some water?” he asked you
“ Sure” you said, making your way into the kitchen.
Once you’re in the kitchen, you grab a bottle of water and make your way to get a cup. Along the way, you start to think of all the pain he has been going through for the past 5 years and you feel yourself tearing up.
“Why can’t he just be safe?” you cry to yourself
What you didn’t know was that Kai walked in behind you because he forgot to tell you something and he sees you breaking down.
He slowly walks behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.
“ I know you worry about me baby and from now on Im going to try everything I can to make sure I don’t get hurt again.” he whispered into your ear.
“ Im sorry”
“ Ugh, I Think I hurt my arms doing the choreo this time around” he says, rubbing his upper arms.
“Are you okay Kyungie? DO you need anything? I can get you some heating pads! What about…” you said, rambling off helpful tips to him.
“ First off calm down hone, You don’t need to be so… attentive. Im okay, just a slight ache. Calm down.” he said, grabbing your hand.
“ I know Im sorry, Im just worried that you will get hurt really bad one day.” you said, gazing towards the ground,
“Well. If i do, I know exactly who to go to. My beautiful attentive girlfriend”
Baekhyun and you were eating out at a restaurant when he brought up his curiosity towards your motherly instincts.
“ Sooo, why do you get so worried when I get hurt?” He asked, taking a drink of his wine.
“ I just feel like if you get hurt, we get hurt. I cant always catch you when you fall babe” you said, twirling pasta around on your fork.
“ Well, thats good because then I can show you that i can catch myself. You don’t have to be worried.”
“ If thats what you think then okay.” you said, laughing.
“ You’re worried” he said, picking on you
“ No Im not” you said, pushing him away from you in the bed.
“But I heard you say it. You’re worried” he continues as he tries to see your face
“ I thought you were asleep though.” you said, face palming
“ Asleep or not, you still said it.” he jokes, now reaching to tickle your sides
“Sehunnn-a , stop it,” you laugh out loud “ Okay okay, I may have said that I’m worried about you.” you said, finally getting his hands off you.
Welcome to week THREE of Hannah’s Sunday Reading List! I am loving all of the amazing stuff you guys are coming up with… and I’m so happy that I’m getting introduced to more and more new writers! Get the word out guys: I want to read your stories!!! Tag me in your stuff!
****If you have tagged me in something and don’t see your name or story here, please let me know!! I don’t want to miss anyone’s stories****
Here’s what I’ve been reading this week:
Hotch + CPR by @criminallysupernatural (Aaron Hotchner x Reader) YES!!
A very creative use of the prompt!
The fact that you came up with all of that just by that one word tells a lot about the writer that you are. :)
There isn’t enough Hotch love out there, and I loved this drabble so much. I can just imagine Hotch diving in after the reader… ugh! Hit me right in the feels.
Accidental Snap by @dontshootmespence (Spencer Reid x Reader) Okay, hot…!! I love that you wrote a more assertive side of Spencer. I know he comes off as such a sweet, innocent guy, but I think we can all imagine a different side of him. Well written as always, and I would love to see what happens next… ;-)
The Reject by @spencerreidsmiles (Spencer Reid x Reader) It’s always nice to get some angsty Spencer fics every once in a while… but I am a sucker for those happy endings! That is so like Spencer to misread signals… I think it makes him even cuter lol. I know I always say this, but I just love how well you write Spencer. It’s always a pleasure to read your fics :)
The Perfect Family (4, 5) by @axstheticminds (Spencer Reid x Reader) I think the only thing that can capture what I’m feeling right now is “!!!!!!!”. I can’t stress enough how much I am loving this series! Spencer being overprotective and sweet, to finally asking the reader out on a date. I can see that maybe they’ll be making a baby on their own… :) I can’t wait to read more of your amazing writing!
It’s Okay by @dontshootmespence (Spencer Reid x Reader) So I read the author’s note at the beginning and I was immediately like… oh no. I wasn’t readyyyyy. I’m not sure why you think it’s okay to wreck someone like this? Or why you thought it would be okay to shatter my heart? I don’t usually cry when reading fics, but this one got me… ugh, well done. But I definitely hate you for this.
Breathe by @holagubler (Spencer Reid x Reader) Aww, such a sweet story! I’ve personally never had a panic attack, but I think if I ever were to have one I would feel a lot better if Spencer was there to comfort me. Your writing flowed so nicely and it was so easy and comfortable to read. Also, I thought Spencer was perfectly in character, as were the other characters. I hope to continue to read more of your stuff. :)
Things in Common (1, 2) by @zugzwangxo (Spencer Reid x Luke Alvez) My god, Lee… this was golden. You have outdone yourself once again. Jesus Christ, woman. I’m not a shipper, I’ve never been a shipper, but I think you’ve got me hooked on Reidvez. Thank you for writing this - there’s so much more that could be said about this, but I am too speechless to coherently write anything more.
Daddy’s Eyes by @original-criminal-fanfics (Spencer Reid x Reader) Daddy!Spencer is my ultimate weakness… ugh, Jasey! This was so fluffy and cute… So one thing I’ve noticed in your fics is that Spencer usually calls the reader “darling.” It’s not a common nickname that other writers use and I love it so much when you use it. I feel like it’s so… Spencer. Wonderful as always, my dear.
Reid’s Tirade by @dontshootmespence (Spencer Reid x Reader) No one messes with the ladies of the BAU… no one!! Spencer’s rant was so on point. Protective!Spencer is another weakness of mine. The way he stood up for the reader… ugh! I adored that. Although I sure would have loved to see the reader deck some sexist local pd…. ;-) your writing is amazing, beaut!!
The Opposite of Loneliness by @brywrites (Spencer Reid x Reader) Bry, I’m slightly annoyed by how great of a writer you are (and by slightly annoyed, I mean please never ever stop writing I think I would wither away and die without your words). Once again, you have outdone yourself. I aspire to write as well as you one day. Such a beautiful story, and so original might I add,
Jams With Java by @criminal-minds-fanfiction (Spencer Reid x Victoria (OC)) I remember the first time you posted this, I literally squealed out loud like a little bitch after I read it. Apparently it doesn’t matter how many times I read it, I continue to squeal. Fuck anyone who says they don’t like OC’s, I love them!!!! And you always come up with the greatest OC’s. Beautiful, Cher! Also, if I remember correctly there are more parts to this…? Or am I imagining things…
Have you ever stolen the body of your nemesis?
But I'm already the ultimate being.
Alright! I can see that, ME DIO must teach you have to be true Jojo villains, Pucci and mes hit it!
[Pucci and the Dios start to play We're Number One]
Funny Valentine rises out of the ground:
DIO, Kars, Kira, and Diavolo:
We're Jojo Villains!
Funny Valentine gets sucked back into the ground:
DIO, Kars, Kira, and Diavolo:
We're Jojo Villains!
Now listen closely, here's a little lesson in throwing away your humanity, we're going to go down in anime villain history, if your going to be second best Jojo Villain under me, you have to kill a Joestar on the run! [Points to Joseph using the secret Joestar technique] Just follow my moves and sneak around, becareful to not yell Jojo loud enough to make a sound.
Kars sees the red stone aja:
MUDA YOU FOOL DONT TOUCH THAT!
[Kars touch's the stone and gets launched in space, eventually he stops thinking]
DIO, Kira, and Diavolo:
We're Jojo villains!
Funny Valentine rises out of the ground:
DIO, Kira, and Diavolo:
We're Jojo villains!
Funny Valentine getting pulled back into the ground:
MUDA MUDA MUDA, now look at this car I stole from a senator, go get your own so we go!
[Kira simply walks into the street and an ambulance runs him over]
Save me Killer Queen!
Kira's head gets crushed, DIO:
Ugh let's try something else.
DIO sees Jotaro:
Now watch and learn, let's end his life and it with a knife! Wrryyy!
[Gives Diavolo a knife, sudden Golden Experience Requiem appears and slaps Diavolo making him die an infinite death]
Why Giorno! What are you doing!
[Lucy throws Diego's corpse at Diego making disappear, Jonathan punches Dio Brando melting his body]
MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA
Hey stop stealing my song!
ORA ORA ORA ORA
DIO explodes, Jotaro:
Rest of the Jojos:
Stone Ocean, Star Platinum, Tusk, Soft and Wet:
ORA ORA ORA
naruto is ready to tell sasuke that the ghost of one of his deceased relatives is haunting them, looking for its mother, when sakura elbows him in the stomach to shut him up. the little girl stands at sasuke’s feet and reaches up, asking him to pick her up. he assesses her briefly before bending forward and complying.
“what just happened?” naruto whispers to her.
“i have no idea,” sakura replies. she smiles at the little girl – this strange child that, honestly, could very well be a ghost like naruto insists – and the girl smiles back.
“i love you, mama,” she declares, reaching out for sakura. she squirms wildly until she’s mostly leaping out of sasuke’s embrace, forcing sakura to catch her.
“she thinks you’re her mother,” naruto says. he walks around sakura to stand in the hall with sasuke. he doesn’t even looked ashamed as he slowly backs away, tugging sasuke along with him. “sakura-chan, i know you’d want us to survive without being cursed or made into ghosts as well, so–”
This idea crossed my mind long long time ago. And this is the picture from Goth. He made this for Palette and it is mentioned in the following story. I don’t think I’ll write more fanfics, so enjoy.
This story is made for you, dear Nekophy-Senpai. Hope you like it.
WARNING: the fanfic contains bad English.
It was already evening and I sat at the bottom in front of the forest. The orange light of the sun faded behind the forest, but I didn’t really noticed that. I just thought about Palette. We met every day at the same time in front of the forest, but he didn’t come for 4 days. That was not like him at all and I really started to worry about him.
Okay okay. I know I could visit him just to look that everything is okay. But I wasn’t in a good mood to do it.
And so I sat there and after a few minutes, I stood up. I still don’t know why, I just did it. Someone stood behind me, I could feel it. I turned around but nobody was there.
“Just visit him already. Your thoughts are really annoying!” That voice was right, I said to myself.
So I went to Palette. It was a small but beautiful house with a lot of trees in the garden. The walls were full of ink.
I went to the door, knocked and waited a few minutes before Mr. Dream opened it. He was surprised as he saw me. “Oh! Hello Goth. I didn’t expect visitors today. But I am glad that your here. I think Palette would be happy to see you. Ehm…you are here to visit him, right?” “Hm? Of course. I didn’t see him in a while. What happened?”, I said. I didn’t really listen to him and looked more around. Everywhere were pictures and photos. Some with a baby Palette, the whole family or just Dream and Ink. Some were only things Palette or Ink drew. All in all, it was comfortable, but very small.
Now Dream and I stood in front of Palette’s room. The door was closed and I heard Palette talking to Ink. “I’m fine. Really, you worry too much dad!”, Palette said. “Ugh… why won’t you understand. You have a terrible flu and it won’t get better if you just go out to visit your friend. What was his name? Greg…? Gray…? I don’t care.”, Ink responded. And then Dream came in.
“Palette!” I was shocked when I saw him. His eyes were dully and under his eyes…
NO! I don’t want to think about this again, it makes me cry.
Well, tears came in my eyes. “G…. Goth…!” His voice sounded broken and he tried to stand up, but he couldn’t and fell.
Seeing him suffer made me sad and it felt like a nightmare became true. I told myself to wake up just to realise that it was all real. And as I realised this I wanted to run away. To forget what I saw: a sick Palette. But I didn’t run away and I didn’t even move. I just stood there until Palette said:“ Can you please leave me with Goth alone?” Ink, of course, wasn’t happy about it, but both went outside the room and then Dream closed the door.
A few minutes of silence followed until Palette broke it. “So, this is my room. It is not as great as yours, but…*sigh* Come on. Laugh if you want.” “ Laugh at what?”, I asked. I haven’t looked around, but after he mentioned it, I looked around. He was right. His room was really small, but also colourful, with a lot of pictures and , oh god, a picture I drew for him once. How could I know that he will take it? I mean, I was there for the first time. “Cause my room is so small.”, Palette answered me.“Why should I laugh?! Your room is way greater than my room, even though it is small. But it doesn’t have to be big.” “Mhm…"He closed his eyes.
The silence came back and after ten minutes, Palette fell asleep. I left his room, said goodbye to his parents and left the house.
I visited him every day and every day he felt better. We talked a lot, laughed a lot and read books together. It was so much fun and my feelings for him grew every minute, but I didn’t tell him that. That could ruin our friendship I guess.
After one week I wanted to bring him cookies mom made for him because he didn’t want to eat soup anymore. Well, he ate it every day. I ran to his house and met Dream with a big bag. That surprised me and I asked what happened. Dream told me that Palette's feaver got worse and that he didn’t wake up this morning and that Ink brought him to hospital. Oh god, I was so shocked and asked Dream of I can go with him. He luckily agreed.
After twenty minutes we arrived the hospital. I didn’t know the room so I followed Dream.
Ink stood in front of a closed door. The room, where Palette was.“Dream he…Oh, Goth!” Ink sounded angry. That scarred me a little because it was the first time I saw him in this mood. “What do you want here?!"He asked. "W… well, I wanted to bring Palette some cookies and-” “ Did I say that I need your help?” Ink interrupted me and took the cookies. “He didn’t wake up and I think you’re the reason why his flu got more worse. Go! And don’t visit him until he feels better!” Tears started running down my cheeks. I turned around, left the hospital and ran away. Why? Why? WHY? I asked myself over and over, but I didn’t get an answer.
It was almost two weeks ago that I saw Palette and I started worrying, again. I asked myself if he died, but I shaked my head to throw that thought away. Thinking the wort won’t help, I knew that, so I stopped thinking.
Someone was behind me and covered my eyes. It could be everyone, I mean I was in front of the forest. I turned around and saw a smiling Palette. “Hehe! Hey Goth!” He laughed. “Palette!” I almost screamed of happiness. “ Don’t do that ever again! I was worried about you!” “ Sorry Gothy! I won’t do it again, I swear. You know why?” “I guess not” I answered. “Cause we’re best friends” He said with a happy voice. The words ‘best friends’ still hurts, but I didn’t care about it in this moment. I was just happy that he was alright, alive and happy!
“You’re right, Palette, you’re right!”
UGH. I’ve watched the last 20 minutes of the finale so many times and can’t stop crying. I never realized how much I liked Stefan until this episode. During the entire series I just kind of ignored him or was annoyed with him because my fave character was Damon. I didn’t start to appreciate him as much until the 7th season and now with his sacrifice I realize how much I low key loved him. I feel so incredibly sad that he had to die but understand why and it makes me even sadder. What a great ending to a great show. It all came full circle. It painted Stefan in a new light for me. The hero with his hero hair. So unfair that he had to go on the night of his own wedding. So unfair for Caroline. So unfair for Damon who’s last interaction with him was him stabbing him in the back with the cure. 😭😭😭 one of the best tv characters EVER.
PS. How convenient for Katherine, who truly loved Stefan and considered him the better man, to die together with him…
PLEASE DESCRIBE MY GRANPAPI ZARKON'S HOUSE TOO!!!!!!!!!!!! HOW MANY CHANDELIER'S DOES HE HAVE?? WHAT CAR DOES HE DRIVE???? DOES HE HAVE A CHOPPER? (´༎ຶ ͜ʖ ༎ຶ `)♡
FOR YOU I WILL. So previously we have The Shirogane House, so now let’s take a tour at Grandpa Zarkon’s Residence. Zarkon is the CEO of The Galra Enterprise. Rich man and all that. What exactly is his business? Hmmmm, it will all be revealed in time, but today is not that day.
Zarkon’s house is IN FRONT of Shiro and Keith’s house. But his is bigger than theirs. I mean, just look at that, THEY HAVE A FRIGGIN FISH TANK! Most likely filled with Koi fishes because only expensive fishes can swim in his most likely also expensive fish tank. Zarkon wakes up every morning drinking his morning coffee, throwing some fish food like he has nothing better to do, no papers to sign, no proposals of sending weapons to some country to approve of. No, he takes his time in the morning to appreciate the fishes because he paid for them and god dammit he will look at them.
More under the cut of course as we tour this house. Buckle up.
Warnings: THERE IS A SCHOOL SHOOTING IN THIS! Not too gory but you have been warned.
A/N: Idk wtf this is. I had an idea for it and just sorta wrote ????
Peter hugs you tightly on the porch, just before your doorstep. “Don’t leave,” you say to him between kisses. “Believe me, I don’t want to,” he grins before kissing you again. “Then don’t. I can probably sneak you back into my room,” you add with a mischievous smile. “As tempting as that sounds,” Peter murmurs to you, holding you by your waist, “I really do have to go. Besides, I don’t have any protection.”
“I’ll add it to our list of vacation needs.” You proceeded to whisper something into Peter’s ear that made him groan. “Will that make it worth waiting?” you tease. “God, yes,” he laughs, kissing you on the mouth.
The “vacation” was actually a school trip, and both have been counting the days down to this weekend where the Midtown Student’s HIstorical Society (MSHS) would be taking their annual trip to Virginia. Lavish hotels and amazing museum tours sounded amazing, but so did an entire two weeks alone with Peter and your friends.
“I’ll see you at school,” you chuckle. “I love you.”
“I love you too, beautiful,” he responds with a charming smile; that charming smile which made you melt as soon as you saw it.
After bidding each other a farewell, you return back to your house. “Never break up with that boy,” your father rejoices the moment you return. “I wasn’t planning on it,” you giggled. “Can I ask why you’re bringing this up?”
“His aunt make the best apple pie in the entire world.”
Your mother coughs as she washes the dishes alongside your brother.
“The second best,” he corrects himself. “Alright, I guess I can withstand him,” you say in mock frustration. “But only for the best dad in the world. And the best pie,” you add with an amused glance towards your mom. She gasps and throws a dish towel at you.
As you skip up the stairs, you hear your dad say: “We raised her well.”
Your bed is still warm from where you and Peter had been sitting and studying, vigorously quizzing each other for upcoming tests; after settling in with your laptop, you decided to go through your messages.
Pass APUSH Gang-Four Members:
Liz Allen-Can you believe he sent me this?!
Gwen Stacy-Ugh! He’s so gross.
Michele Gonzales -thats weird liz like freaky weird
Gwen Stacy-you should honestly call the police
Liz Allen-oh, why, so your dad the Chief of Police can make all of us stay home from the VA trip????? He’ll totally flip out if we tell him since Chris is part of MSHS
You frown and scroll up some more; an attachment is there and you click it to load.
A video plays: it’s of a boy who goes to your school, Christopher Kathem. And in the video he is crying and saying really rude things about Liz, stuff like “You should have loved me back” and “You and your bitch friends will pay for this.”
[Y/n] [L/n]- wtf ??? Liz I thought you let him down easy
Liz Allen-I did! You saw the screenshots, guys, and we’ve all been nothing but kind to him. Did anyone say anything mean
Michele Gonzales - no
Gwen Stacy- ^^
[Y/n] [L/n]-same here
Liz Allen-ugh. Maybe I should have just gone to the flippin dance with him
Gwen Stacy-Babe you have a bf! It isn’t your fault
Gwen Stacy-and besides plenty of people get turned down to the dance
Michele Gonzales - yeah it’s not our fault Chris Kathem is a psycho
[Y/n] [L/n]-Guys don’t say that
Liz Allen- [Nickname] is right we can’t be mean to him he just has a crush
Liz Allen-an intense crush
Michele Gonzales - that doesnt give him the right to be mean to you tho PLUS he attacked the rest of us
Gwen Stacy- M is right. he’s harassing you he has been since homecoming which was a like million months ago. if we turn him in evidence and all we have a pretty good shot of taking him down
Liz Allen-I don’t want to talk about it anymore
Liz Allen-I’m going to sleep
Michele Gonzales -goodnight guys
Gwen Stacy- night
Gwen Stacy- sorry lizzy
[Y/n] [L/n]- goodnight.
The next morning, Liz picks you up in her car. “Starbucks?” she asks while turning out of the neighborhood.
“Are you alright?” you say instead. She gives you an odd look. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she replies.
“Has Chris Kathem messaged you since we talked last night?”
Liz nods slowly and cautiously, her fine dark hair bobbing in its ponytail. “Maybe Gwen is right,” you admit. “If you show the police the weird texts and videos, then-”
“I already got rid of them,” Liz interrupts. You stare at her, wide eyed. “Liz! You can’t just-”
“I can! It’s my life and my situation. I can take care of it. If I thought the police needed to be involved, they would have been a long time ago.” You saw her hands tightly grip onto the steering wheel. “Did you tell anyone?”
You shake your head no.
“Not even Peter?”
You sigh. “No.”
From parking to third period, nothing interesting happened. You couldn’t catch Peter at his locker, so you assumed he either got to school early or late. You had pouted at the thought of not being able to see him until lunch, but the day went by fairly fast.
When third period ended, the first one out the chem class door was Chris Kathem.
“I know you and Liz have that weird thing about being nice to everyone, but that boy is crazier than a bag of cats,” Michele sighs while slinging her bag over her shoulder. You shake your head and refrain from chastising her; mostly because you know it’s right but you don’t like the idea of saying anything mean.
Instead, you don’t reply at all and only listen to her ramble on about the MSHS trip. Idly walking down the hall towards the cafeteria, Michele is cut off by the sound of shouts and yells. “Sounds like there’s a fight going on,” you comment with a huff. “Probably Flash Thompson getting his feelings hurt again,” Michele adds in with a snort.
Seconds later, you realize that wasn’t the case. A flood of people had come crashing out of the cafeteria and among them there is Liz sobbing. She grabs both you and Michele by the hand.
“What’s wrong?” you exclaim when Liz tries to drag you away. “He’s got a gun,” she manages to gasp out between hysterical breath. Her voice is rife with shaking terror. “Gwen and I-we were talking and he pulled out a gun and-and-and Peter was there and I saw blood and-”
Your heart nearly stopped when she said Gwen and Peter’s names.
A gunshot fires off and Michele suddenly begins to yell.
The three of you sprint off down the hallway. Liz tumbles against classroom doors, falling into the room of detention students; they had already been huddled up into the corner of the room, frantically shrieking and scrambling for safety.
“We need to move the desks in front of the door,“ you hear Michele exclaim in a frantic voice. But all that is on your mind is the image of Peter and Gwen still in the cafeteria. What if they were hurt? Or worse?
A round fires off and you scream in fright. The sound of bullet shells clattering to the floor sent goosebumps down your spine; the ringing reminded you of the bells that hung on trees during Christmas.
Liz falls to her knees, holding her face in her hands. “This is all my fault!” she sobs out.
You kneel beside her, hands on her shoulders. “Liz, how is this your fault?!”
“Because it’s Chris!” she exclaims. Liz grips the hem of her skirt until her knuckles go pale. “I’m going after him,” she suddenly declares, standing and pushing you away. “Uhm, the fuck you aren’t,” Michele shouts at Liz and you agree. “That’s the number one way to get you killed,” you seeth to Liz but she can’t shake anything off.
“Listen, guys, I’ve seen the movies. I’ve been on youtube, I know how this will happen if I can’t get through to him.”
“And now you’re using knowledge of some crazy movie you saw clips of on reddit,” you snap. “[Y/n], I don’t need your bullshit logic right now,” Liz fumed as she began pulling desks from the door. “Liz, for the love of God, can you fucking stop,” Michele stammered out. Her attempts to be calm and brave were slowly sipping, as were yours.
Before anyone could move to stop her, the door flew open and a arm grabbed Liz. Yanked out of the room, Liz let out a cry of pain.
You rush forward before Michele can stop you. The hallway is empty with people huddled into the corners and pushing themselves up against the lockers, as if they wished they could disappear into them.
“[Y/n]!” Liz shouts. You hold your breath when Chris spins around. Liz is thrown away, hurdled into the lockers. Suddenly everything stops. All there is and was and will be is this moment of time. Your eyes staring into the barrel of a gun with your future carved in. The hair on your neck prickles up in wait.
“Boom.” Chris’s voice was hardly a whisper. He turned away from you, gun swaying around to Liz.
Liz couldn’t even shriek as you pounced. Slamming yourself against Chris, the gun clattering to the floor. Liz scrambles forwards on her knees, her shaking hands grasping the gun and pointing it towards Chris.
“No, don’t,” you gasp out.
“She’s right you know!” a singsong-ish voice exclaims. A sling of web shoots forth and the gun is pulled from Liz’s hands. “You’d regret it the rest of your life,” he added.
You clamber away from Chris, Liz’s arms engulfing you in a tight embrace. One red and blue clad figure stands before the both of you. Without moving his face away from yours, the gun is slammed against Chris’s head. With his eyes rolling to the back of his head, he falls unconscious and Liz suddenly sobs a breath of relief.
“Ssh, ssh,” you muttered to her, stroking her hair. Your own body was shaking like hers though you had no tears.
“Are you alright?” Spider-Man had knelt down in front of you both. “Take care of her,” you insisted, pushing Liz into Spider-man’s arms. “I need to find him, I need to find Peter, he was in the cafeteria when it happened.” You begin to stumble off down the hallway, legs shaking dangerously.
“No, wait,” Spider-Man calls back. “You’re in shock, you can’t just-”
Nothing further, then, did he utter because your swaying form collapsed into a crumpled ball upon the linoleum.
“Reports say that our very own Spider-Man was first to the scene. He managed to stop the shooter from going after two high school sophomores, Liz Allen and [Y/n] [L/n]. Luckily, there were no deaths and fifteen students were scathed with minor injuries. However, daughter of NYC Police Chief, Gwen Stacey, remains in the hospital undergoing surgery for a major bullet wound in her rib cage.”
You turned the TV off. It made you nauseous thinking about it. Plus, you didn’t really like the thought of everyone across the city thinking about you and sending their prayers. As much kindness as they all meant, you still couldn’t stand the attention. Even four days later, you can’t leave our house without reporters bombarding you with questions and pleas for interviews. It wasn’t as though they actually cared about your wellbeing; it was the chance to have something to do with such an awe-some story.
“Mom, I’m okay,” you repeat for the upteenth time. She, along with the rest of your family and friends, had been pestering you since the incident.
“Honey, someone is here for you,” she smiles softly. Peter ducks into the room and your mother slinks away.
“I haven’t seen you at all,” he murmurs as he sits on your bed. “I didn’t want to bother you. I know you can sometimes need time.”
You chuckle at him and pull the blankets up, patting the spot beside you. “Come cuddle with me,” you beckoned.
He hesitates. “I came here to tell you something,” he says slowly. “And I’m afraid if I cuddle with you then I’ll talk myself out of telling you.”
You sit up straight, pulling a pillow from behind you and placing it on your lap, relishing the feeling of the cold fabric against your hands. “You can tell me anything, Pete.”
He takes a deep breath. “Okay, so, the school thing got me thinking. Thinking about…well, us. And I wasn’t there for you but-”
“Are you breaking up with me?” you ask frantically.
“God, no,” he exclaims. He takes your hands in his. “[Y/n], I’m doing the exact opposite.”
You look at him with wide eyes. “Are you proposing to me?”
“What?! N-no! Just listen-”
“I’m confused,” you shrug, leaning back. “The opposite of breaking up is getting married so if that’s not happening, what is?”
Peter held his face in his hands. “[Y/n],” he whined. “I’m trying to tell you something important!”
You hold your hands up defensively. “Alright. Talk.”
He took another deep breath. “Anyways, uh. So I wasn’t there for you. During that…that whole thing. But Spider-Man was, right?”
You nodded. “Yeah, he showed up out of the blue. I’m just really lucky he did. Plus he carried-”
“Carried you to the hospital,” Peter finished.
You gave him an odd look. “I didn’t tell you that. I didn’t tell anyone that, except Liz.”
“You didn’t have to tell me,” he told you. “I already knew because I’m Spider-Man.”
It was on reflex for you to slap him. “Get out of town!”
Highschool Kristoph (17) and Elementary School Klavier (10)
I want to make a doujinshi on the Gavin brothers because Capcom won’t make an AJ sequel I have so many feels about these two and ugh. AA4 is such a good game but man do I want more Gavin interactions. I want to expand on the future of the Gavins and possibly some backstory.
Personally I don’t think Kris was always the way he is now. Something must have happened, I want to believe that he was once a very caring big brother to Klavier.
Winner Reaction to: You Smiling When You’re About to Cry
Jinwoo: does aegyo to get you not only to forget about the argument, but so that you’ll tell him you’re hurting, that you’re on the verge of tears. “you can trust me, you that, right, jagi? because I’m so cute, I’ll never hurt you”
Seunghoon: is fairly annoyed. “do you think I don’t know your habits? do you think I can’t tell you’re about to cry? why can’t you just open up to me?”
Mino: ignores it as long as he can. until he gets to a point where he just breaks down. “sometimes, I feel like you don’t love me,” he’ll confess. “because instead of being honest with me, you smile and act like nothing’s wrong”
Seungyoon:“ah, a smile? don’t tell me you’re about to cry. will food make you feel better?”
Taehyun: is a bit dramatic and diva-y about it. “ugh, here we go again. instead of trusting me, you’re smiling to pretend you’re not about to cry. I love when you do that, fyi. makes me feel so good to know you don’t trust me” but his sarcasm is an attempt at masking that this effects him deeply