fancy-sky

I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone. I like eating alone, and listening to music alone. It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.
But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away.
—  3am thoughts
what the sun + moon combinations remind me of

FIRE SIGNS

fire sun, fire moon: the colour red, sneaking out at night, a red glow, fire, running outside, empty streets in the middle of nowhere, hot summer days, driving around the city, sunlight, a golden yellow colour, bravery and boldness

fire sun, earth moon: a brown-red colour, empty roads, driving around in cars, writing in journals, the smell of a bonfire, a deep purple, cosy fire, wooden flooring, open windows, summer days in the morning, leaves falling off of trees during autumn

fire sun, air moon: the colour pink, the petals that bloom on the first few days of spring, innocence, a warm fire, running through a field, strawberries, peaches, petals flying through the wind, bubblegum, a candle, the movement of fire

fire sun, water moon: sneaking into someone’s window at 3AM to go on an adventure, passion, a crimson red, rebellion, sitting outside at night and counting stars, strong feelings, sudden feelings, leather jackets, combat boots

EARTH SIGNS

earth sun, fire moon: an orange-red colour, waking up early in the morning and feeling good, early morning walks during autumn, a warm cup of tea on a cold day, a soft bonfire, candles, cosy sweaters, warm days

earth sun, earth moon: the colour green, fresh plants, open windows in wooden homes, the colour brown, forests, dark forests, trees with dark green leaves, expensive but simple looking jewellery, caramel, waking up late, house plants

earth sun, air moon: staying inside on a rainy day, the colour caramel, the colour white, white pearls, light but cosy sweaters, wide and clear desks, flowing white dresses, reading books, grabbing coffee at a coffee place

earth sun, water moon: staying up until late at night to read or watch a tv show, a fresh green colour, simple but chic clothing, small green cactuses, getting cosy under warm sheets on a cold day, tidy bedrooms, white beds

AIR SIGNS

air sun, fire moon: quick movements, a peach colour, light pink, old records, cherries and red fruits, glow-sticks, trainers, writing, small towns, pink flowers that have newly bloomed, headphones, running on the streets, laughing and feeling free

air sun, earth moon: a light brown colour, a caramel colour, baking, getting up early in the morning, living in a modern city, calm and white cloudy days, latte art, expensive watches, writing things down, nice handwriting, white walls

air sun, air moon: the colour blue, light blue, swift movements, fresh air, white angle wings, birds flying across the sky, painting on a clear canvas, fancy pens, a blue sky with a few, fluffy white clouds, white wooden flooring, small windows in white attics looking at the sea

air sun, water moon: a pale, baby blue colour, the stars coming out at night, lying on the rooftop at 3AM, painting a galaxy of many stars, wondering things about the world, a dark, navy blue, paintbrushes, white desks, old castles, cloudy days

WATER SIGNS

water sun, fire moon: a strong burning fire, a bright red colour, sneaking out the window at 3AM to go who knows where, passionate kisses, strong and sudden emotions, long letters, old diaries and journals, laughter and freedom, a dark blue-black colour

water sun, earth moon: getting up late during weekends, having a calm day with your friends, walking through an old town or city you’ve been to before, feeling sentimental, a dark green colour, a beige colour, newly laid sheets, a lake in the middle of a forest

water sun, air moon: the feeling of inspiration, sudden ideas, beautiful words, listening to stories that you love, laughing with your closest friends, the colour white, talking about positive emotions with people, white walls, a very pale pink colour

water sun, water moon: sitting by the seaside, a clear blue sky that is still very calm, pastel colours, white walls with white wooden floors, light blue curtains that flow in the wind, hugging someone you care about, writing down your feelings, late night talks, happy dreams

Imagine Loki showing up to your house in the middle of the night injured. He’s clutching at his side, barely standing, hair hanging in curtains as rain falls in sheets around him. Looking up, he smiles, his face paler than normal from blood loss as lightning crackles in the night sky.

“Fancy seeing you here.” Loki murmurs before collapsing in the doorway.

I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone and walking home alone. It gives me time to think and set my mind free. I like eating alone and listening to music alone. But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her love, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad I just need someone who won’t run away.
—  Anonymous

anonymous asked:

I like your face Bye, do you have a favorite cloud? Like type of cloud that you fancy seeing in the sky

l like a good funnel cloud. ya know, add some pizzaz to the day

I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone. I sitting alone, and do other thing alone. I like eating alone, and listening to music alone. It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.
But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away.

your eyes looked like coming home

adrien and marinette, ten years later 

(or the high school reunion au that literally no one else wanted but me bc i am a whiny child

AO3


He can’t stop staring at her.

Which is a problem, because every time he so much as catches a glimpse of the navy blue skirt of her dress, Nino’s words play themselves over in his head, taunting him about his past ten years of obliviousness.

Look, he and Marinette started on the wrong foot, okay? How was he supposed to know that she didn’t actually dislike him, but had a crush on him?

He wasn’t, period.

But the gir- the woman who’s wildly gesticulating as she talks about something with Mlle. Bustier isn’t the Marinette that smiles bashfully at him in his memories; there’s something about her, about the way she holds herself, that’s changed. Eyeing her less subtly, Adrien finds that the room seems somehow smaller around her, like Marinette is too much to contain anymore.

The thought stretches his lips in a dopey grin, and even though it’s been seven years since the last time he saw Plagg, the lingering bad luck (or perhaps his own distraction) causes him to spill a little of his drink on his -thankfully black- shirt. It’s then that he manages to tear his gaze away from his old classmate to embarrassedly go find a napkin.


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anonymous asked:

Would you ever write a fic about Bill being dormant in Stan's mind and giving him nightmares or something? I love the idea and I think you would do an amazing job :)

Flattery will get you everywhere, anon. Then again, who are we kidding, I was looking for an excuse to write this. Sorry it took a bit, but here we are! 


Echoes

Even after he fell asleep, the adventure was far from over.

Sailing the ocean on a ship with his brother was a dream come true, but even when he closed his eyes after a long day of kraken-punching and fish-reeling, the journey continued. At least for Stan, who had a lot of ground left to cover, memory wise. 

The map of his mindscape was different now, Stan knew. Of course, it had shifted and reshaped throughout the course of his life, as seamless and upheaving a process as the act of growing up. It changed as he changed, gained when he gained, lost when he was – and not too long ago, crumbled with his sacrifice. But the remnants had risen from the ashes, reclaimed from the void by those he loved, and so his mind had rebuilt accordingly.

Currently, it took the shape of the Stan o’ War II, and from the deck where he stood he had a view of a vast sea of black, swirling waves. He had fallen overboard a more than once, and the water had not been such a pretty sight as he drowned beneath the darkness, but there had always been a voice to tug him back towards the safety of the surface, usually his brother or the twins or Soos.

Below the deck was where the true mysteries lay, waiting behind halls upon halls of doors. Stanley Pines had been a man of secrets, who kept much hidden beneath the surface, although he was finding it easier to open up nowadays, and letting the light shine where before it had never been allowed to touch.

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so i don’t usually do this but the past few weeks have been awful in terms of writing stuff so it’d be nice if you could check out this thing i’m working on and maybe give me some feedback on what i’d like to call the adrienette highschool reunion au?????? pls i’m begging


He can’t stop staring at her.

Which is a problem, because every time he so much as catches a glimpse of the navy blue skirt of her dress, Nino’s words play themselves over in his head, taunting him about his past ten years of obliviousness.

Look, he and Marinette started on the wrong foot, okay? How was he supposed to know that she didn’t actually dislike him, but had a crush on him?

He wasn’t, period.

But the gir- the woman who’s wildly gesticulating as she talks about something with Mlle. Bustier isn’t the Marinette that smiles bashfully at him in his memories; there’s something about her, about the way she holds herself, that’s changed. Eyeing her less subtly, Adrien finds that the room seems somehow smaller around her, like Marinette is too much to contain anymore.

The thought stretches his lips on a dopey grin, and even though it’s been seven years since the last time he saw Plagg, the lingering bad luck (or perhaps his own distraction) causes him to spill a little of his drink on his -thankfully black- shirt, and he finally tears his gaze away from his old classmate to embarrassedly go find a napkin.


Later, as he’s trying desperately to get away from Chloe, Adrien finds himself on the collège’s courtyard; but more surprisingly, he finds Marinette is there too, sitting alone on one of the benches with her back to him, staring at the sky.

“Fancy meeting you here.” He says, sitting down just in time to witness her give a little jump before turning towards him, a frown distorting her usually soft features.

“Adrien!” she exclaims in a refreshingly scolding tone. He can’t hide his delight, so he offers a cocky grin and watches as she glares for a moment then smiles, shaking her head in amusement. “What are you doing here?”

“Honestly? Hiding from Chloe.”

Marinette snorts. One of her hands leans on the bench, the other holds her drink and she throws her head forward so her hair will hide the snickers that Adrien can hear perfectly, but makes no comment on so she won’t lose the easy demeanor she’s had towards him all evening.

“Can’t blame you there.” Marinette says, then they fall into a comfortable silence.

At least, it’s comfortable on her side, because Adrien is replaying his previous conversation with Nino in his head and all he can hear is ‘she was head over heels for you! It was embarrassing, honestly.’ So, because he’s clearly not a smart person and should never be left alone without adult supervision, he blurts out:

“Nino says you had a crush on me when we were classmates.”

Marinette turns pale and then bright pink in a rapid succession. Inside his head, there’s a bunch of smaller versions of himself yelling “ABORT! ABORT!” but it’s too late to back down now, and he’s been wanting to confront her about it all evening, so he waits patiently (and maybe a little eagerly) as she takes a long gulp of her drink before daring to look at him.

“Nino should mind his own business.” She quips, diverting her eyes to glare at her drink, but ultimately softening her gaze before continuing. “B-but I did have a crush on you, Adrien. I-it was kind of embarrassing.”

Warmth [J-Hope One Shot]

LOOOOOL here some slight angst. Hoseok<3

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I like being alone.

I like drinking coffee and reading alone.

I like riding the bus alone and walking home alone.

It gives me time to think, and free my mind.

I like eating and listening to music alone.

But when I see a mother with her child. A girl with her lover. A person laughing with their best friend. I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away.

She sat on the bus with her earplugs in. Nodding along with whatever song played. She passed by many different shops and many different faces. She saw a mother and her child walking down the sidewalk with their hands clasped together. She saw a man with thick glasses propose to a girl wearing a pink dress. She saw two boys sitting at the side of a building laughing at whatever was playing on one of the boys’ tablet. She sighed to herself. She never complained that she was lonely, nope, not once. In fact after a while she got used to it, and she started to enjoy it. Being alone wasn’t always a bad thing, you didn’t have to reply to anyone, you didn’t have to worry about saying the wrong thing. But being lonely is what she struggled with.

The bus stopped in front of a small café, in which was her stop. She sighed again; standing up in the process and pulling out her ear plugs. She was told to meet a friend at this café, and she didn’t know why she agreed. Well okay he technically wasn’t a friend. He claimed himself to be, but she didn’t call anyone her friend. The winter was nearing its end but it was still quite cold out. Sighing again this time in content of the warm air from the café just as the doors opened, she fisted her hands in her pockets. She sat in the booth nearest to the large glass windows.

“Ah, you actually came.” A male voice spoke from behind her, causing her to jump. He chuckled at her quick reaction and sat across from her in the booth. “Are you ordering anything?” She shivered as a chill went down her spine.

“Something warm,” her voice was small and gentle that’s one thing he loved about her. Yes love. It was crazy to think that someone as crazy as Hoseok could be in love. But there was no doubt in his mind, he loved her. From the way her eyes squinted while she concentrated, to the gentleness of her voice. He loved that she was so independent, and she didn’t need anyone to lean on. But no, everyone needs someone to lean on. Whether it was every day or once every year. He wanted to be that person that she needed. He’d known her for many years before, he had watched as her loud and bubbly personality quickly became calm and quiet. Before she could get up to go order he stood up and forced her to stay in her seat. He knew exactly what she would’ve gotten anyways. A medium mocha, since she doesn’t like hot chocolate. He set her drink down in front of her and returned to his spot. She looked at him confused, before taking a small sip of the steaming coffee. Her eyes widen slightly taking in the exact drink she would’ve ordered if he hadn’t stopped her.

“What?” he chuckled at her cute expression.

“How’d you know I like this drink?” she held tightly to paper cup for warmth.

“You order it every time?” he squinted his eyes before chuckling again. She felt herself smile at the thought, but quickly wiped it off her face before he caught it. But, he did, not only did it make his heart flutter but he soon missed it as she looked down at her lap.

“Why do you always ask me to spend time with you?” she bit her lip looking back up at him.

“I like you,” he shrugged nonchalantly before taking a sip of his own drink.

“Why?” he nearly choked on his hot beverage when she asked him. “Ah, are you okay?” she handed him a napkin, her eyes laced with worry. He accepted the napkin from her hand and wiped his mouth.

“That’s why,” he coughed. She tilted her head in confusion, eyebrows furrowing. “You’re really sweet, naïve yet independent, you’re too nice.” Her head went back to its normal positioning. She looked at him with narrowed eyes before getting up from her spot. Yet another time she sighed that day. Walking away from him and the café. Knowing he would follow her she decided not to take the bus home. Unfortunately the cold air rushed by her and whistled in her ears. What was also unfortunate was she was not wearing the proper clothing for this kind of weather. “YAH!” she heard him shout. Quick footsteps were added to that. Not sighing but groaning this time. But she kept her pace fast, taking long but rushed steps. He had finally caught up to her, because for short legs she walked pretty fast.

“Go away Hoseok,” she grumbled not bothering to look at him.

“why? Did I say something wrong?” he kept up with her quick steps.

“Just go away,”

“No, tell me, tell me WHY you’re so afraid of everyone suddenly? You never used to be like this?”

“I don’t have to tell you anything.”

“No I’m not leaving you alone until you tell me, WHY? Huh? Why are you so afraid? Why do you push away anyone that cares about you?”

“BECAUSE!” she exploded with anger stopping in her tracks. “Because,” she used a much softer voice this time. He stood with his arms crossed waiting for her answer. “Everyone hurts me that is why I push everyone away. Because everyone uses me, everyone pushes me over, I got tired of it, so I stopped letting people take advantage of me.” Her eyes were glossy with tears. “I push everyone away because I know they’ll get tired of me, there’s no point in trying to care for me; you’ll always get tired of me.” She sniffed, trying to gather herself before falling apart in the middle of a sidewalk. Blinking away her tears she began walking again.

“Y-Yah,” his voice squeaked. Again she kept walking in the opposite direction. Catching up with her another time he pulled on her hand. She looked up at him with confused eyes. He chuckled whilst shaking his head. His fingers laced around hers as he put both their hands into his coat pocket. “You should really wear a thicker jacket if you’re going to be walking home.” She scoffed at him but didn’t bother retrieving her hand. She pulled out her earplugs from earlier in the day. Placing one in her ear and the other in his.

A I like being alone.

I like drinking coffee and reading alone.

I like riding the bus alone and walking home alone.

It gives me time to think, and free my mind.

I like eating and listening to music alone.

But I’d do anything with him.

Bigbang Scenario 16 : When the weather is bad

Bigbang Scenario 16: When the weather is bad

Daesung:

Daesung flinched visibly when the first lightning bolt struck, somewhere in the distance. You were watching a movie together at your house that night, one of your favourite past-times with him. The couch had been shifted to the end of the room, its back to the windows that were being pounded on continously by the strong rain and wind. You leaned onto him, holding his arm tightly and resting your head on his shoulder. The thunder rolled on, crashing down around you.

“Ah… I can barely hear the movie.”

His soft voice had a weak tremble in it. You raised your eyes to look up at him and he smiled softly at you. The television flickered lightly, the quality wavering and becoming grainy.

“The weather’s no joke~ I’ll just turn up the volume.”

He leaned forward and reached out for the remote control. The instant his fingertips grazed it, there was a deafening clap of thunder and everyone was plunged into a darkness. You shouted out and instinctively jumped up, blinking rapidly and trying to see through the pitch black. Daesung fought back a yell and immediately wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, pulling you roughly to him. As the rain and loud thunder continued, you could feel his heart racing against your chest. His hold tightened at a particularly loud clap, and a flash of lightning temporarily lit up the room, illuminating the two of you. His eyes were shut tightly, and the long silouettes you casted on the white wall seemed almost to be hovering above you. You took a deep breath and did your best to stop trembling. It was just a thunderstorm…. Granted, the strongest storm you’d ever been in, but Daesung was holding you and everything would pass soon. Listening to the sound of his breathing, you calmed down. After a long moment, you pulled away gently, shifting your arms around his neck.

“I’m going to go check the fuse box and see if I can get the lights back on.”

You put on a brave smile, but you were hoping very badly that he would offer to go with you. When he remained silent, you bit your lower lip and stepped away. The darkness seemed to swallow you up. It couldn’t possibly be this dark, yet you felt a chill run up your spine. You jumped lightly when you felt Daesung grab your hand. He squeezed it tightly and cleared his throat.

“Let’s go together. I’m not letting go, so stay close.”

You felt a smile spread over your lips and tugged at his hand, taking another step out of the room. Together, you navigated out into the corridor. You picked up the flash-light you always kept in the kitchen and swung the light over to illuminate the path to the cellar. Once you arrived at the door, Daesung’s grasp loosened and you heard a dull thud. You stopped and turned around, waving the light onto him.

“Ow….”

You blinked and then broke into a light laugh as he squinted and squeezed your hand again. He was rubbing the back of his head with a miffed expression. From the sound of it, he had bumped his head somewhere along the wall. He chuckled at his own clumsiness and mouthed an apology before striding forward, taking the lead and hurrying down the stairs. He quickly reached the fuse box, and as you kept the light steadily on the switches, Daesung flipped the lights back on. You held your breath in a silent prayer for a long moment. The lights slowly flickered back on and you grinned in relief. Daesung let out a loud sigh and hugged you, his arms going limp.

“That was so scary!”

You giggled and pat his head, praising his bravery and earning a loud, bright laugh.

Seungri:

He was running late again… You rubbed your hands against your coat and tried to ignore the numbing feeling covering your face. It was raining hard, but you didn’t have the heart to move from the corner on the street where you had promised to meet Seungri. You awkwardly pulled out your phone and tapped on it repeatedly, staring at his message. He was only a few minutes late, and you had already made your decision on staying to wait. Sighing quietly, you huddled your damp feet together in an effort to keep warm. Your arm had started aching from supporting your umbrella, but you were thankful for the shelter it offered you.

”______!”

You turned around, blinking at the sound of your name. Seungri ran up to you, breathing heavily and pulling his jacket closed around him. His umbrella was threatening to flip inside-out, and you quickly stepped closer, offering yours. He flashed a lopsided smile at you, his face as numb as yours.

“I’m sorry I’m late, we got held at the door by a certain hyung that wanted us to look over something again. Did you wait long?”

“No, just a few minutes.”

He nodded and took the umbrella, wrapping an arm around you.

“I bet your arm hurts, right? Oppa will hold it for you.”

You laughed as he put on his “handsome oppa” face and rubbed your shoulder lightly. He seemed tired, but his smile was as bright as ever, and his warmth was very much appreciated. As you walked down the street, Seungri asked about you, and when he was finally satisified with your answers, he started talking about what he had done.

“Daesungie hyung said that it would be a good idea if you visited again, since I always try my best when you’re there, ahaha! Oh, oh, and I got complimented by Youngbae hyung today! He said I-”

You sneezed suddenly, and he blinked in surprise.

“….Ah! You’re cold, of course- I’m sorry, _____-ah!”

You shook your head quickly, sneezing again. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, nuzzling you.

“I can’t have my favorite lady freeze! As soon as we get home, I’ll warm you up properly…”

He aimed his hot breath at your neck and you felt your face get warmer, losing the numb feeling. Seungri grinned cheekily as you blushed and leaned in to peck your cheek. His lips were cold, but still soft. You turned his face away and he laughed loudly.

“Arasseo, to home as quickly as possible~!”

You laughed along as he tugged you with him, quickening his pace. He slipped his free hand into yours, entwining your fingers. His bare hand was cold against your mitten, and you raised the two hands to your face to blow on them. He smiled softly and looked forward again.

“Thank you, jagi.”

You smiled back and he tapped his lips.

“Can you warm here up too?”

Chuckling, he didn’t wait for your answer and leaned in to kiss you, breathing softly.

“I missed you.”

Taeyang:

It was one of Youngbae’s rare free days, and he said slept over at your house outside of the city center last night, saying he couldn’t wait to spend time with you. It had been snowing continously for days, and you hummed quietly to yourself as you stepped into the kitchen. It was late morning, but Youngbae was sleeping in and you had decided to make him breakfast. You briskly walked over to the window and pulled aside the curtains. The blinding whiteness made you stumble back. The window was entire covered by packed, thick snow. You blinked in confusion and then ran over to the door. Even with your hard pushing, it wouldn’t budge. Had it snown hard enough last night to lock you in? Stunned, you stared at the door.

“Good morning, ____….What are you doing?”

You spun around and widened your eyes lightly as you saw your boyfriend leaning on the kitchen counter and rubbing his eyes.

“A-ah, Youngbae! Good morning…. I think we’re closed in for the snow.”

It took him a moment to register what you had said. When he understood, he widened his eyes, shaking the sleep out of them.

“Eh?!”

He walked over to you and you stepped aside, letting him reach the door. Youngbae shook the handle firmly and pushed it as well, but the door still didn’t open. After a while he started adding strength, and when you could see the veins in his arms, you began to worry if he would break the door first. He pushed once more and the door suddenly gave way.
Youngbae stumbled out and was greeted by a pile of snow falling on his head. You burst into laughter as you ran over and helped him back in, brushing off the snow. He was laughing as well, shaking himself.

“Well, that’s solved now…”

You quickly got a towel and a warmer shirt for him and lead him back to the kitchen. As you prepared some hot chocolate for the two of you, he stretched on the couch and played with a cushion.

“Ah, _____-ah!”

You looked up from your stirring and
blinked. The couch was empty.

“Boo!”

He popped out next to you, the cushion stuffed inside of his red sweater, giving the impression of stomach fat. You raised an eyebrow and he laughed, patting the cushion.

“I’m Santa! What do you want for Christmas, pretty lady?”

You chuckled and shook your head.

“Mm…. A normal boyfriend?”

You laughed and turned to him, pecking his cheek.

“Yah, a normal person wouldn’t have been able to open the door!”

He nodded firmly and pursed his lips playfully and you smiled, nodding along. The hot chocolate was done, and you passed him a mug. Staring at the blocked window, you both sipped the warm liquid quietly. When you looked back at Youngbae, you broke into a wide grin. He had some hot-chocolate on his upper lip and was staring back at you with daring eyes. You put down your mug and cupped his face in your hands, feeling his scratchy stubble as you kissed him deeply.

G-Dragon:

Every winter you went down to visit your cousins near the seaside, staying in one of their small houses. This was the first year that Jiyong had been able to come with you. You were worried about his health, he had been so busy lately that he didn’t sleep or eat properly anymore. Hopefully, a week by the sea would have helped to let him catch his breath.
You checked yourself in the mirror and fixed your sweater. You were going out for an evening walk on the beach with your boyfriend, the risky weather didn’t allow anything fancy. The sky outside was already almost dark, and you knew you had no chance of doing anything romantic once it was night. Hurrying outside, you waited for Jiyong. He stepped out a few minutes later, an extra jacket draped over his shoulder. When you questioned it as he took your hand, he smirked and looked up at the sky.

“In case you get cold.”

You swung his hand lightly as you walked down the beach together. Every now and then one of you would spot something pretty and stop to pick it up. This time, it was a particularly creamy-colored shell. You raced over to it and cautiously picked it up, blowing the sand out of it. You smiled to yourself in satisfaction and looked up to tell Ji, your lips parted lightly. To your surprise, he was already right there, and he leaned in to kiss you lightly. You smiled through the kiss and pecked him back. He helped you up and then looked back towards the ocean.

“It’s really calming… The sounds, the delicacy, the warmth…”

You tilted your head lightly. The water wasn’t possibly warm at this time of year. He turned back to you and read your expression before breaking into a grin.

“You, babo-ya. I’m talking about you.”

You felt your cheeks get hot and he laughed, nudging you.

“Ah, if only the weather was a bit better~ We could play in the water…. Oh, I know. Let’s make sandcastles.”

He playfully poked you and ran ahead, stopping a few meters away and crouching down. You laughed and followed him, ignoring the grains of sand sneaking inside your slippers.
You were both working seriously on your masterpiece, a double-tiered castle, when you felt the first, cold rain drop of the back of your neck. Jiyong looked up at the sky, squinting. Dark clouds were approaching furiously, they were already partially above your little strip of beach. He hurriedly helped you up and took your hand as the wind picked up. Before you could reach shelter, rain started pouring. As you ran back to the house, you glimpsed back at the ocean. The calm waves from before were now crashing down onto the sand, swallowing huge chunks of it.

“There goes the sandcastle….”

As the rain became stronger. Jiyong shook his hair and pulled you toward him, stopping in front of the house and quickly slipping inside. Safe, you both laughed lightly at the dripping state you were in. After a quick shower, you sat down on the couch to look out the window. It was still raining, and you traced the patterns of the violent waves with your eyes. You felt a slight pressure on your hair and you leaned away to see Jiyong drying your damp hair quietly.

“You’ll catch a cold if you don’t dry your hair.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and leaned back into him, letting him finish and watching the raindrops trickle down the glass pane. He placed the towel behind him and hugged you gently from behind, following your eyes. Within Jiyong’s warm hold, you could hardly imagine how cold it was outside. He was your shield, your knight in shining armor, and soon enough you feel asleep in his arms.

Top:

“Ah- Damn! Ouch!”

You winced as the spheres of ice started pelting you. You had been walking home when it had suddenly started to hail. You looked up, holding your bag above your head and wincing continously. The hail kept getting bigger, and even though you were running as fast as you could on your heels, there was still a long way to go until you arrived at your boyfriend’s house. Sighing, you tried to pick up your pace. After a few moments, you took a wrong step and your ankle twisted in a bad angle.

“AISH!”

You looked down at your shoe and groaned. You had broken your favorite pair of heels. You stopped, chewing on your lower lip. What to do now….
A particularly big piece of hail fell on your shoulder, and you flinched, moving ahead and doing your best not to further damage your shoe. There were only closed shops near you, and no tree seemed thick enough to offer any shelter. You squeezed yourself next to closed store and stared at your shoe, taking it off.

”_____! Where are you?”

You were startled by a loud, deep voice calling out, and as you quickly slipped your shoe back on and hobbled over, you saw your boyfriend standing in the hail.

“Seunghyun? What are you doing?!”

He had definitely been home for a few hours, what was he doing out here? He didn’t even have an umbrella, had he gotten caught in the hail while he was walking?
Before you could ask for an explanation, Seunghyun stormed over, completely ignoring the hail pelting his back and arms. He pulled you into a tight hold and starting walking back, using his wide back to cover most of you. You widened your eyes and followed him, doing your best not to burden him.

“You’re going to get bruised- I can protect myself, it’s okay!”

You tried to pull away, but Seunghyun silently held you in place. His eyes were dark and blank, and you stayed quiet. You arrived home much quicker than you would have alone, and as soon as you were both inside, you pushed Seunghyun onto the couch.

“Take off your clothes.”

He raised an eyebrow at the questionable demand and you fought hard not to blush.

“I mean… Take off your coat and shirt so I can treat any bruises.”

After a long moment, he slipped off his coat and started slowing unbuttoning his shirt. You retreated into the kitchen to get the bruise lotion, and so he wouldn’t see you blush. When you returned back to the living room, he was sitting with his legs gathered, his bare back to you. You bit your lower lip and sat down behind him, running your eyes over his pale skin. He had a few darkening bruises, but nothing serious. When you started rubbing the cream gently onto the hurt areas, Seunghyun rolled his tense shoulders, loosening them.

“You…. Did I scare you, ____?”

You blinked at the sudden question and stared at the back of his head.

“No.”

You swallowed at your awkward answer and continued applying the medication.

“I’m sorry.. I was just so worried about you, when it started hailing around the time you should come back and you didn’t call. I thought something had happened. ”

You nodded slowly and stared at your hands that were now trembling lightly.

“It’s my fault, Seunghyun, I’m sorry.”

He turned his head to look back at you with a soft smile. You sighed inwardly in relief.

“Ani, it’s my fault… I wasn’t sure if you had broken into a shop for shelter or what.”

He chuckled and you slapped his back lightly, grinning. He rubbed his back and pouted lightly.

“That hurts!… You know, I think I know why it’s hailing so hard, and why the hail is so big.”

You smiled, poking his back and urging him to go on.

“It’s like… angels in heaven were playing baseball, and they were so good that every single ball was a home-run.”

He waved his arms to imitate a batting position, and you laughed loudly.

“That makes no sense?! Aigoo…”

He grinned, satisfied with having made you laugh.

“I think it does~ I bet I could convince you into thinking so too.”

Seunghyun turned around slowly, pulling down your hands down and squeezing them lightly. You bit your lower lip at the sight of his bare torso. He leaned in and whispered in the deep, smooth voice he used for seducing you.

“Agreed?”

Quite honestly, you had forgotten what you were agreeing on, but you nodded half-heartedly. Seunghyun smirked and leaned in to peck you.

“Good girl. Now… no walking home alone anymore.”

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It’s been a while~ I hope you enjoy this, very sweet anon kkk I made it as long as possible, since I don’t know when I’ll be able to put up the next one! I didn’t manage to give a proper ending to some of them, I’m sorry if they seem rushed ;; I tried to make up for them with pretty long GTOP kkk

Okay so everyone has seen this post and it’s a truly great one. My all time favorite, actually. But I noticed something sketchy with the formatting of this post. It was like both things had been written by the same person (aka laurazocca) but the source of this post is buddhacoffee…. Which makes really no sense. So I clicked on the source and it turns out that someone changed the post from the original:

I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone.
I like riding the bus  alone, and walking home alone.
It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.

I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.

But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away.

And I don’t really know how much of a big deal other people think it is but really, it doesn’t seem fair at all. Someone poured out their feelings into a post and someone changed it so it would sound more pleasing to them. I think both posts are amazing but I just think people shouldn’t change the original post in order to get notes. It’s really mean and inconsiderate. I don’t really know if anyone cares but I just want buddhacoffee to know that I really like the original post and I’m very sorry someone thought it was okay to just up and change your post. I like both of them a lot. 
And again, I really don’t know anything about this post or the history of it so if someone had permission to change this post, I guess it’s okay. I hope nobody gets mad at me for calling this out but I just want you to know there was originally an equally beautiful post here.