knew she was familiar

the signs feeling intense anger

Every sign can reach the stage when the mind just ‘quits’, no matter how laid back they are. check mars and moon!


Aries: She feels no anger. She feels rage. The intensity, the strong, sometimes short but intense feeling of emotions was something she was familiar with, but what she did hate was the feeling of anger she could mostly never shake off. It was always there with her, she let her rage out and it seemed like an exploding volcano. All she saw was red, there was too much energy flowing inside her bones that she could not get rid off and so she let out her anger, and she did not care who would see her like that. ‘I am fire and you will get burned.’

Taurus: He was angry. Angry with the world, angry with this unsteadiness, angry with the fact, that he could not do anything to stop the current situation. Long, slim hands pulled him out of his nest and threw him hard on the ground. He flinched as a cold breeze came and took away all his warmth. “No, do not take everything away from me!!”, he screamed but the dark did not listen. Gritting his teeth he felt his temper raging, long horns started to grow out of his head and he shook his head, trying to get rid of the feeling of losing himself. 

Gemini: Emotions were an construct. A map with a thousand of points, connected with each other by a small, small string. No there was a knot in the strings, there and there was nothing else he could do to untie them, to clear up this mess in his head. It was like the road for his thoughts was blocked and now everything just piled up. Irritated he shook his head, even communicating was hard and the knot in his head slowly transformed in his whole body. Then his mind just quit. Rash action. 

Cancer: She could not tame herself anymore, she got hotheaded again and knew the will easily fall in an tantrum again. Followed by this feeling of guilt: why me? Why this unfairness? Why the need to upset others and be upset? In the end a wave of intensity and sadness washed her away before she could get a hold of herself again. And getting back to the surface after being pulled down by the ocean would cost her a lot strength. Strength and a long time of swimming through these endless waters. 

Leo: “I do not like this”. It all started with the feeling of unfairness, adding a a little bit of hurt to the shattered self that lay on the ground. “I cannot let them now I am hurt! I will not allow them to touch me gain that deeply.” She opened her mouth and showed her long, sharp fangs. She roared. It was loud and vibrant. Whetting her claws she narrowed her yellow, fiery eyes. “Pray for yourself”, she whispered before sprinting to her prey. 

Virgo: The head was a like a working space. There were many files and papers he read, worked with, analysed, only to put them into a new file that was stored somewhere in his office. “Wh- what is this?” This certain piece of paper  was not like the others. Unreadable. Impossible to put somewhere, therefore it was just out of order. “I..I have the control..”, he said, his hands starting to shake. “I..I have the control over it…I have the control..”, he repeated unsteady before standing up and shredding the unknown paper. He started breathing hysterically, what was that? This brooding fear inside of him? “Control…”, he said one last time before shattering the mirror and flipping his precious work desk. 

Libra: These thoughts. These worries. These fears. She did not know what to do. How was she supposed to handle? “It is their fault!!”, she cried. But at the same time is was her own fault. She cried quietly, feeling like she wanted to let everything out, but couldn’t reveal herself, because everyone next door was sleeping. She did not want to disturb them with the mess of feelings. “I will ignore it. Swallow it.” But it was far too much to keep on pretending. She felt like being on fire, but she still smiled. A poisonous, deadly smile. Everyone should feel her poison sting inside their veins. 

Scorpio: His anger is intense. It’s like a thunderstorm with roaring thunder inside of him. His heart is beating and he wants to destroy, cry and scream. He wants to let out his darkest thoughts, he wants the world to feel his pain, transformed out of the bitterness. But in the end, he remains silent and waits till everyone left. He could hurt anyone right now, but he know it’ll be no good, knowing that he will destroy for sure if he demonstrates his power. So he balls his fists and closes his door. Outside of his bedroom you can her the thunder roaring. 

Sagittarius: ‘Do not stop me’, was all she thought. These feelings were caging her. No matter what she did to distract herself, the anger would haunt her after all, so the minute it became to much she snapped. She could be free spirited and joyous but deep emotions were something completely different, especially anger. Because she was not only the laughter of joy but indeed the stomp of a herd of wild horses swirling up dust as they made their way through the steppe. There was raw force and energy inside of her and that needed to get out, now. 

Capricorn: Get a hold of yourself. Get a hold of yourself. Now. But there was no way to get himself under control. There was this dam inside of his head that stopped this enormous river of feelings of overflowing. Now, there were little cracks in the once so strong concrete and each of them plainly showed the nerves he lost from time to time. He sat at his desk, swallowed and closed his eyes. Suddenly, the dam broke. The raging float of dark water swallowed him completely. 

Aquarius: She saw it often on other people. Anger. She watched them live it out, stomping with their feet, raging, screaming, shouting. Now? She felt it herself. “I know this, this familiar”, she explained to herself. But familiar did not mean good. She knew her temper tantrums for when she was young. She knew that destructiveness could be a part of it. “I do not want that. I will not.” Suddenly a dark, whispering voice talked to her: “You do not choose to be out of touch. You are not your own master.” She widened her eyes anxiously. And suddenly, it was like she was 7 again. 

Pisces: Anger? Anger, he felt it so deeply, anger and the need to cry out of frustration, he did not want to feel it anymore, the worst thing that ate him alive right now. So he grew bitter. “I can turn nasty”, he thought. “I will be the worst if you make me feel this again.” And so he did. So he became the feeling of anger and bitterness himself. As he looked in the mirror he couldn’t recognize himself anymore. Dark, red eyes starred at him, tears flowing. 

home is where you are. (m)

↳ punk au

pairing: shin hoseok | reader
genre: fluff, angst, and minor smut
word count: 8,288
description: for once, he’s willing to come to terms with his past if it means not losing the best damn thing in his life, her. 
author’s note:
happy birthday to @wonhopes! i wish i had finished that personal trainer au, but i hope this is okay too girl! sorry for being a little late btw~ <3

a companion piece to sad machines.

cr.


The bar was quiet that night.

Its usual goers remained to themselves, drinking away their sorrows with little cares in the world and remaining there as the night slowly progressed. Wonho wasn’t sure how that could be possible, but everything felt too heavy and uninviting. He hated it. He hated that he envied them, hated that he was wishing for his own release.

His dark brown hues grazed over each of the forest green booths, noting how the faces in them jogged some memory in his recollection, until his sights landed on the last one in the far right. Although it was occupied, his mind could only remember this was where he met her. The incandescent light had washed over her scrunched up visage, words fell off her lips in grumbles, and several bottles of Blue Moon laid astray atop of the mahogany table. Still, she reached for the bottle, trying to siphon whatever else was left. He remembered asking her what was wrong, knowing that whatever it was, he hoped she was okay.

He smiled to himself, remembering the way Y/N glared at him, willing him to go away with vehemence. Her very first words were, “I hate guys.” It came off as a huff, and he almost believed that she hated him, but the moment he apologized and tried to walk away, she told him to stay. Her voice has been small, remorse tinged between the words, and, for whatever reason, he did and he didn’t regret it, even now.

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anonymous asked:

I need to read a fic about Betty getting into minor car accident like into a tree or ditch or something and calling Jughead for help 😍😍

I’ll give it go!
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“Okay.. okay.” Betty winced, scarlet drops of blood dripping from the cut on her cheek as she carefully attempted to move her clearly fractured wrist.

“I’m fine” she repeated shakily, reassuring herself as she leaned against the hard leather of her drivers seat, careful to avoid shards of glass.

Her hands were trembling as she reached into the glove compartment for her cellphone, he was gonna freak out, she knew he was gonna freak out. Pressing the familiar phone number the bruised blonde slowly placed the phone to her ear, her heart settling when her favorite voice echoed through the speaker.

“Hey Bets, what’s up? I’ve been waiting at Pops for a bit, I’m starting to think you stood me up.” Jughead teased jokingly, the calm steady tone of his voice slightly relaxing her as she sighed softly into her cellphone.

“Hey juggie.”

It went silent on his end for a second, the boy could read her like a book, it was a skill he had possessed since they were children and it was obvious he knew something was wrong.

“What’s the matter? Where are you? Did something happen?” Gone was the easy going Jughead, quickly replaced by her slightly frantic, protective boyfriend.

Betty shifted slightly, looking out the broken window, she was in a ditch right off of sweet water road, a few more miles and her car would be buried deep underwater.

“I’m okay, umm is there anyway you can call me a tow truck, oh and possibly an ambulance, I mean the ambulance isn’t entirely necessary but I think my wrist is broken so maybe I should..” she was cut off instantly by the sharp intake of breath on the other end of the phone.

“What.happened.” Jughead growled, Betty heard the hectic shuffle of feet and the sound of keys turning in an ignition.

“It’s entirely possible that I was run off the road by one of Clifford Blossoms many co-conspirators, I’m assuming he didn’t like how I helped to get him arrested and subsequently killed, it’s all very dramatic, very Fast and the Furious.” She spoke softly, gasping as she twisted her wrist slightly.

“Where are you.” Her boyfriend barked, even though Betty knew he wasn’t angry at her, the sharp edge to his voice still made shivers course through her spine.

“Sweet water road, in some ditch.”

The click of a line signaled that he had hung up and Betty sighed, Jughead Jones was protective and perhaps a bit vengeful especially when it came to the people he loved, particularly the beautiful blonde currently shacked up in a beat up SUV.

Opening the door slowly, Betty stepped out, there was no way she could make it up the ditch on her own especially not with a broken wrist and bruised up ribs. Leaning against the side of her car she closed her eyes, what a long day.

A few minutes later the screeching of tires and slamming of a car door had her snapping her eyes open and peering up into the sun at her terrified boyfriend. He was hopping into the ditch before Betty even had a chance to smile.

Jughead ran towards his girlfriend, tripping on branches and effectively covering himself in the musty dirt.

“Jughead! now how are you going to get back up the…”

Jughead wrapped his hands tight around Betty’s waist, careful to avoid her wrist and upper body as he pushed his lips onto hers with a fire she had never seen before, she gasped into his mouth, her good arm coming up to rest on his neck.

A few moments passed and he finally pulled away, stepping back to survey her body, his fingers came to her cheek as he wiped the blood away gently, his eyes were vulnerable and it broke her heart to see him so terrified.

“I was so scared.” He whispered, fingers trembling “when you called me.. I just..” he shivered as Betty pressed herself tighter against him wincing as the pain hit her ribs.

“I’m okay, I promise.” She placed her hand to his cheek and nodded, a shaky smile on her lips.

Jughead closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to Betty’s.

“You’re okay” he whispered

She nodded, brushing her nose with his

“We’re okay.” She repeated.

The blaring of sirens broke them both out of their bubble and Jughead leaned down close to her ear.

“You know I’m going to find out who did this to you right?” He whispered.

Looking up and nodding Betty smiled

“I’ll be right by your side Sherlock, just call me Watson.” She winked, walking to the edge of the ditch and calling up to the Emts.

Jughead stared at his girlfriend with the biggest grin on his face, with a low chuckle he mumbled

“You got it Watson.”

Soulmates

a/n: The pack going to Disney World and Derek meets his soulmate who works there.

warnings: none


“Why are we here again?” Stiles complained for the thousandth time.

Lydia huffed,
“With all of the bad things that have happened to us in the last year I figured we could use a day at ‘The Happiest Place on Earth’.”

Stiles groaned and Derek had to refrain from smacking the crap out of him. In all honesty he agreed with Lydia, they needed to get out of Beacon hills for a little bit. But Disney Land? Out of all places she had to pick Disney Land.

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looking out for you

pairing: taehyung x reader | soulmates
word count: 9.2k
     → i didn’t even know soulmates existed before you. but i know it’s real because i feel it. it’s like my heart sees you and it just kinda knows you.

You were presenting in class the first time he infiltrated your vision with silk-like strokes of vivid colors. An odd twinge in your heart erupted and it felt as if someone had a grip around your throat, your legs giving in beneath you, your hands shakily finding their way to the table for support. As if through a blur, you heard your name being called out and you looked upon the class as specks of brown hues emerged, specks that hadn’t been there before.

It was a desperate attempt to stay upright as you focused on steadying your breath, the vivid hallucinations making it all that much harder when the specks took shapes and your heartrate boomed. Adrenaline was pulsing through your body and you saw the terrible posture, the slouched spine and the coffee hues that had turned to soft strands of hair. It was a boy, but he wasn’t from here. You saw the books in front of him, faint colors of a room surrounding him, an entire different reality set around his frame. Your lungs were fighting for air and you were irrevocably wavering when a choked scream finally fell from your lips and the figure turned, the widest set of scared eyes looking right back at you.

Seconds after that, you fainted.

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Pseudonym

Originally posted by mxrksgf

Rated: Fluff

Pairing: YukheixReader

Summary: Soulmate!au with your soulmates name written on your arm.

(A/N): This is honestly so cute. I don’t know how I came up with this much fluff.




You would trace the name on your hand all the time. By now it was just a habit, whenever you felt an overwhelming rush of any emotion, and even subconsciously. You weren’t actively out looking for your soulmate, you didn’t mind waiting a few years actually. But it was still comforting knowing they existed out there somewhere, probably tracing your name on their hand like you were right now, probably being comforted by it.

“Yukhei.” You whispered. To you, it was a beautiful name, the most beautiful one in the world. If it wasn’t already marked on your skin, you’d tattoo it on. Saying the name out loud made you smile. Your phone suddenly rang pulling you out from your reverie.

“We need a makeup artist.” Your boss said urgently.

“When?” You sat up.

“In an hour.” Your eyes went wide.

“What?” You asked caught so completely off guard.

“I’m sorry but this was just thrown at us, it’s a weekend everyone else is busy with their soulmates or something.” She stopped when she realised what her words implied, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that.” You smiled.

“No I know, it’s fine. Sure I’ll be there.” You hung up getting up to leave the Fast Food joint you were sitting in.

In less than an hour, you arrive at the studio for a photo shoot, quickly making your way to the dressing room to set up your equipment. You waited for a while and a soft knock on the door turned your attention to the door. Your heart immediately started beating so fast you were afraid you’d pass out. It was such a foreign feeling.

“Are you the makeup artist?” He sounded breathless himself, you only nodded. What was happening to you right now?

“I’m sorry but have we ever met before?” He asked after a moment’s hesitation.

“No, I don’t think so.” She knew he looked a little familiar, but you can usually see idols in most places.

“Do you know what your makeup is going to be like?” You asked as was the norm. He bit his lip and shook his head gently.

“This is my first time. I don’t really know anything.” You nodded and stood back, observing his face. God, he was beautiful! His eyes were bright and his lips were such a pretty shape. He looked soft and delicate. That is what you decided you’d try to bring out with the makeup.

As you went to work, standing so close to his face, you saw his eyes go wide and felt his breathing seize. He then fluttered his eyes shut and you smiled. His eyelashes still quivered on his cheeks and he occasionally bit his lip. The air around him was so different, you really couldn’t ignore it. You gently brushed off some eyeshadow that fell on his cheek and he shivered.

“All done.” You whispered and he opened his eyes, staring at you while you did the same.

“What is your name?” You finally asked, your heart beating at the possibility. Could it really be? He breathed in ready to speak.

“Lucas!” A voice boomed from outside, making you scramble back from his face, “Are you done?” A person peeped into the room and he nodded, still visibly dazed.

“Then hurry up we don’t have all day, kid.” He nodded, turning to look at you once like he intended to say something but then thought against it and moved out of the room.

“Lucas.” You whispered, the disappointment so heavy in your chest, you had to breathe in deeply to feel like you could breathe in again, “Lucas.” You repeated, tracing the different name on your hand.

After sitting in the room for a while, you finally let go of your disappointment and gathered your things, walking out into the studio.

He looked amazing, the makeup worked so well you were a little proud of yourself under all your disappointment. He was following the photographer’s orders diligently but you knew a natural when you saw one, and he was going to do great. He was sitting against a wall with a lazy posture when he turned to meet your eye, you were pushing your hair back into a knot when he looked at your hand, his expression changed.

“That was perfect Lucas! I think we’re done.” The photographer said loudly and he looked away smiling at him, bowing when he got up, thanking him.

“You did a brilliant job with him.” Your boss came and stood beside you, “The fans are going to love him.” You bowed gratefully, “You can pick up your bonus on Monday. Thank you so much for coming on such short notice.” She said gratefully and you nodded, turning to finally leave.

“Hey wait!” A voice called from behind you making you turn around to see Lucas walking to you in a very fast pace.

“You,” He paused a little breathless and a little flustered. Your eyebrows knit together, “ I didn’t even get to tell you my name.” He rubbed the back of his neck with a shy smile, you smiled at him sadly. You were going to say something but he interrupted.

“Lucas is my stage name,” He smiled so brightly you were dazed, he extended his hand to you.

“My name is Yukhei.” You were sure you had forgotten how to breathe, you looked down and his hand to shake it, but saw your name on his arm.

“I don’t think I need to ask yours.” He was blushing very deeply and you were successfully speechless. He stood there awkwardly for a while, shifting from foot to foot, shuffling.

“Aren’t you going to say something?” He looked up shyly, you took another moment before you opened your mouth.

“What kind of a name is Lucas?”
Blackwatch Genji x Mercy NSFW

A little side-note… feel free to scroll past all this if you want. This is my first publication on this blog, I am very shy about my work but figured I should give it a try. This story is just a small excerpt, if people like it maybe I’ll look into writing longer stories. I really hope whoever is reading this gets some kind of joy out of it… my blog is quite new but a follow or share would REALLY help. Thank you so much.

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Backstory:(Time-Period: Uprising in King’s Row) A few days ago Genji had pleasured Mercy in secret in the locker room after a training session with Tracer, this was a random act and Mercy had no idea Genji had such feelings for her. 

It had been two days since the incident with Genji in the locker room… It plagued Angela’s thoughts every waking- and sleeping moment. She could hardly focus at work, and while adrift in sleep she could only think of those glowing red eyes and expertly skilled fingers. She had admittedly tried to touch herself in the privacy of her own room several times, but they could never satisfy her or bring her to the climax like Genji could. Her inner devil begged her to go back and satisfy her wild fantasies.

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Imagine your father beating you, and Isaac finding out <3

Request: Okay so I’m thinking (if you don’t want to write it I completely understand) Isaac finds out that your father abuses you. 

A/N: I haven’t directly written the beating, because I’m not too comfortable with that but it’s implied. If you are triggered by this I strongly suggest you don’t read it. 

Also If you are experiencing something like this I want you to tell someone. Anyone. A teacher, a friend, a parent. This is never okay. 

With that said I hope you enjoy some very sweet and protective Isaac :’)

When your mom died things got pretty rough. It hadn’t been more than three weeks and your dad had already drunken the whole local liquor store. Whenever you smelled the alcohol you quickly hid your baby sister. 

She was ten years old so she knew what was going on. That girl was way too smart for her age and feisty too. You had more times now stopped her from going out to your dad to spit on him or scold him. She was so angry about all of this but you made her promise never to cross him. She had to stay safe. 


The next morning your dad was sleeping away his hangover and brutal behaviour from last night, while you were trying to cover up his tracks. The black eye had to be covered. You got out both your foundation and concealer. This one was hard to cover up. 

At school you were nervous. Would someone notice? You told yourself you had did a good job on covering your eye, only someone who really looked would notice. 

You got to your locker and as usual Isaac came. You tried to not look directly at him, afraid you would spill out every thing your dad had done to you these past weeks. You got out your books for math. 

“Y/N, we have English…” Isaac pointed out and you mentally kicked yourself for not remembering. “Are you all right?” 

He tried to make eye contact but your refused. You said you were fine and hurried down the hall to the girls bathroom. 

This was all getting harder and harder to keep from the pack. You desperately wanted to tell them. Let them help you. So why didn’t you? This could all be over if you just told them or anyone for that matter. 

To be honest you were afraid. You were afraid of what he would do. You were afraid of what would happen to him. Would he end up in jail? What would happen to you and you sister? Who would you live with?

You loved your father and you didn’t want him to go to jail or for you and your sister to go live with someone you barely know. But this excuse couldn’t last for much longer. He needed to be stopped. You couldn’t take this forever. 

You couldn’t keep on smiling and pretending that nothing was happening, when actually these last three weeks had been the worst of you life. You couldn’t keep on this mask of happiness when inside it was all a shattered mess. 

You hadn’t even realized you had started crying, until you saw the black eye. Your hands rested on the counter of the sink and you stared in the mirror. The black eye was like a beacon. Look at me, it said. Luckily you were prepared and had taken your make up with you, in case you needed to cover it again. 

You were halfway through when the door opened. You started to panic. You weren’t counting on company since it was the middle of first period. But it wasn’t just anyone who came in. It was Isaac.

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kookieloverfan  asked:

Do you think you could do a fic where Jungkook,Suga,Jimin or V are vampires and they love you and the other members are also vampires? Or angels With some fluff and angst ? Or zombie apocalypse (I really like those kind of fics)Thanks if you do, love your fics

What’s Your Name Beautiful? - BTS Vampire Imagine (ANGST + HORROR)

Y/N had noticed Taehyung pulling away in the last couple of weeks. It wasn’t like they were a couple, she told herself. She didn’t expect him to spend every waking moment with her but she did expect that as her best friend, he would want to spend some time with her. Just last night she had called him out to go see the new Marvel movie they had been excited about for the last year or so. Y/N did not expect such a dry response to her giddy call when Taehyung answered the phone. “I’m busy with the guys. I can’t.” He had said. Those “guys”. Y/N had grown to loathe those “guys”. Ever since Taehyung had joined that stupid indie-band, he had been devoting all of his time to completing his initiation. What kind of band needs an initiation? She hadn’t even heard of this band before Taehyung said he ran into a member at a club around three weeks ago. Jimi? Jime? Something ridiculous like that. Y/N figured she would give another go at keeping her friendship with Taehyung alive so she would go and pay him a well needed visit. All pettiness aside, she was worried about him. The last time she had seen him, he was in a furious rush. His eyes had the darkest circles she had ever seen and the whites of eyes had spots of red. She wondered if maybe that stupid band was forcing him to do things he didn’t want to do. Maybe drugs, she thought. But Y/N had pushed that thought away so many times; not Taehyung. Not her goofy best friend who got drunk off a shot and watched video-game plays on youtube and anime almost every Friday night. Y/N had texted Taehyung she was coming but like the countless other texts she had sent the past week, he hadn’t replied.

Y/N knocked on Taehyung’s door bearing the gifts of his favourite pick-me ups; Japchae, cinnamon buns and a couple of Hayao Miyazaki movies. There was no answer. Y/N knocked on the door a couple more times but there was still no answer. Eventually, after a minute or so, Taehyung did come to the door. He cracked the door open a bit and looked through. Y/N almost gasped out loud at seeing him. His face was sunken, his eyes were wider than she’s ever seen and his skin looked so clammy she couldn’t believe it was still skin. “Taehyung..” she whispered in utter shock. He didn’t look human. He looked almost Golem.

Taehyung rolled his large eyes, “What do you want Y/N?”  he snapped, his voice was thick and deeper than she’d ever heard but she wasn’t scared of him, she was scared for him. “Taehyung, what is happening. You need to see a doctor.”  Taehyung laughed a deep, throaty, cruel laugh. “If you came here to tell me that, you can go.”

Taehyung was about close the door but Y/N threw her body between it. “No! Tae, I’m not leaving untill you talk to me. Is it that stupid band? Are they forcing you to take drugs?” Taehyung’s evil laughter interrupted Y/N again. “You know, I can’t believe I never realized how stupid you are. Just go. I’m fine.” Taehyung roughly pushes Y/N out of the doorway and slammed the door.

“Taehyung open this fucking door!” Y/N yelled, banging on the door with her fists. “I just want to help you. Taehyung please.” After a minutes of no response, Y/N’s hands fell to her sides, the pick-me-ups disregarded on the floor. She clambered down the hallway, out of touch with her entire world. She just couldn’t understand how far gone Tae had gotten in such a short period of time. She sat outside on the curb of his building, her heart aching when she remembered how fragile Taehyung had looked. Y/N didn’t know what to do, or what she could do. And then she saw him. Taehyung stalked out of his house and down the street in dark black hoodie. She knew that she couldn’t just let him go. So she followed him.

Y/N tried to be inconspicuous, following Taehyung down the busy streets of downtown. The sun was starting to set and Y/N noticed that they were reaching the lower parts of town. There were more clubs and more bars and Y/N knew that this place was no longer familiar to her. She tried to focus on Taehyung who was feet and feet away from her but still in sight. She ignored the jeers from men sitting on bar patio, calling her over for drinks. She picked up the pace when she saw Taehyung turn the corner down an alley she would have never thought existed. When she reached the alley moments later, she was startled to find Taehyung nowhere. The alley was home to nothing except a small set of stairs leading into the ground. Y/N approached the stairs wearily. The stairs were made entirely of grey brick, except for the black door with a lit window. Y/N looked around and saw that there was no one in this alley. She took a deep breath and went down the stairs, holding onto the wet railing from the day’s rain. She reached the door and looked into the crack between the curtain and saw a velvet painted room, lit entirely by black candles. Around the room, were seven boys, one of them being Taehyung. 

The other six made Y/N’s breath hitch. They were the most mesmerizing creatures she had ever seen. She couldn’t take her eyes off any of them as she flickered between each of their sharp features and toned figures. Some laid on the velvet couches, others against the wall. Eventually she tore her eyes away to find Taehyung kneeling in the center of the room. The tall one with a slim figure stood behind him and the others watched as if there was about to be a show. She saw one of the younger looking ones laugh. The tall, slim one moved his nail and dragged it across Taehyung’s neck drawing blood, and then he put his hands on Tae’s skull and snapped his head back. Y/N  didn’t realize what she was doing when what happened happened next. It was as if her body was acting on its own. She threw the door open and raced into the room, all the while screaming at the top of her lungs. She got to Taehyung, his neck half separated from his body, spewing out this terrible mixture that looked like thick, blackish blood. She knelt beside him, her limbs shaking uncontrollably.

She couldn’t hear anything of what the beautiful boys were saying. Not until the younger one who had laughed earlier knelt down beside her and lifted her chin to his eyes and said, “I would ask you to leave but I think it’s already too late for that.” Y/N’s heart dropped further when she saw that his face was no longer beautiful but instead covered in black veins that led from his red eyes. His tongue swept across his fangs as she shuffled away only to back up into the feet of yet another beautiful boy who had now turned into a monster. “Joonie, can we keep her?” she heard him say. She looked around her and realized that she was surrounded by six hungry vampires. The younger one grabbed her by her ankle and pulled her back to him effortlessly. “What’s your name beautiful?”

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Hello! So this was mad fun to write! I love supernatural stuff aha. Thanks so much for requesting!!! I really hope you liked it, I will hopefully do a part 2 soon if you did. (Also, I didn’t decide who the younger vampire is yet so let me know: Jimin or Jungkook or maybe even Suga?) Thanks for reading, liking and supporting. Saranghaeo <3

~Armygirl

First Encounters.

This wasn’t requested by anyone but I saw a prompt on tumblr and I thought it would be cute to write about. So whoever posted the prompt thank you for the idea! @tvshows-obsessed all done!


Madi had been out adventuring as Clarke liked to call it, she’d left Clarke to fetch the fresh water. Madi knew Clarke didn’t mind collecting the water alone because she’d take a moment to radio her friends on the Ark. Madi knew almost everything about them now, Clarke would tell her stories every night before bed and sometimes Madi envied Clarke, she wanted to have as many adventures as her mother-figure, Clarke had been teaching her all she knew but she was eager to explore the scorched Earth. It was something she was unable to do when her parents were alive, her father would forbid her to leave her village, it was too dangerous they would say. Granted they were right, she was a night-blood and if someone had found out they would’ve dragged her to Polis.

Madi clambered up a tree to get a good view of the dead trees, the entire land except where Clarke and her had taken care of the land, was dark. It reminded her of her nightmares, a place where only demons lie but yet it intrigued her. Clarke had told her when she turned fifteen she’d take her to explore the world. So far they only been to Polis, most of the rivers and lakes near by, they’d searched for supplies that survived Priamfaya, the rover being amongst the things they found. Clarke had taught her to drive, although Clarke wasn’t exactly an expert herself. She said it was just a precaution just in case something happened to Clarke, Madi couldn’t imagine life without Clarke anymore. She’d found her and taken care of her as her own when she was fragile and still slightly sick from the radiation. Clarke had still been covered in boils herself, but she pushed herself to take care of the pair of them. Madi had found Clarke crying most nights, she didn’t open up for weeks but when she did Madi crept into Clarke’s bed to sleep beside her. It only helped her nightmares slightly but she didn’t mind them so much now.

A snap of a twig caught Madi’s attention, she almost slipped out of the tree when she saw a large metal object landing in the rotten trees, crushing them and landing softly on the ground. She’d never seen anything like it. She remembered Clarke had told her that her friends had gone up in a rocket–a metal object much like this one–but she wasn’t sure if this was what a rocket looked like.

She was quick to climb down from the tree–climbing was her strong suit. And she landed with a thud on the floor, leaves crunching beneath her feet. She hesitated on whether to go rush to get Clarke but it was far and she was worried these people would leave if she left. Madi warily took a step forward, the ship was just ahead, behind a bunch of bushes. She heard a clank and a bunch of voices they sounded slightly echoed, like something was covering their mouths like a mask.


When she stopped behind the bushes her eyes were fixed on the suited humans, there were three women and by the looks of it three men. Madi flickered back in her memories, Clarke always named six people other than her mum but she had told her her mother was in the bunker. Madi stepped out of the bushes, she had to take a risk. This was for Clarke. She’d want to know if her friends were finally home. The sound of her muffled movements made the seven spin to face the little girl fast, almost startling her but she stood her ground, hands raised when one of the boys, one quite small pointed a gun at her. She and Clarke had ones familiar to it and she knew the harm it could do. But she remained still. One of the men in the suits stepped forward, pushing the other mans gun down.

“Monty, she’s just a kid.” The deep voice scolded, Madi liked whoever it was already. But when she heard the voice she smiled, she’d found them. Clarke would be over the moon. The tallest man looked towards her, eyes meeting her, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “How are you here? Are you from the bunker?”

Madi lowered her hands and shook her head. “I’m a night-blood. The bunkers been unreachable since Praimfaya,” Her words made most of their eyes widen, confused on how she knew about the contact with the bunker. “The air is safe, it’s been safe for a year now. Clarke’s been waiting.”

The name made the tall male perk up against, one of the woman too. The girl pulled off her helmet and stepped closer to Madi, Madi didn’t step back, from Clarke’s story these were good people.

“Clarke’s here? She’s alive?” The brunette spoke, her face filled with disbelief. The tall one had now gone silent, the others seemed to be intrigued now, all listening to her. Madi nodded.

“You’re Raven, right? Clarke’s best friend?” Madi questioned, she was trying to decipher who was who but it was hard with the glare of the mask. But seem as Raven had removed hers she could tell by the characteristics. Raven glanced down at the floor then back up at Madi, her defense shield going up as she moved angrily closer to Madi. This time Madi backed up, she knew an angry face when she saw one.

“Raven, hey! Stop!” Another voice broke out, lurching forward to grab Raven’s arm keeping the brunette away from Madi. One by one they took of their masks, within seconds Madi identified them. Bellamy had been the tallest one, the one with the tattoo over her face was Emori, Murphy had been the one holding Raven back and Monty was the small male who’d been stood closely beside a girl of medium height which she guessed could only be Harper and the final female could only be Echo.

“Where is she? Clarke?” Bellamy asked, he didn’t meet the child’s eyes but his voice was telling her he was eager to see her, to see for himself that the blonde was alive. Madi had heard about him most and she remembered Clarke’s drawings, she drew him perfectly, getting the freckles too. Madi glanced at Raven anxiously but she stood straight and smiled.

“She went out to collect water, but she’d probably be back home soon. She’s been talking to you everyday, waiting ever since she found me six years ago.” Madi gestured for Bellamy to follow her and he stepped forward but Echo spoke up her voice wary and sharp.

“What if she’s lying? This could be a trap, Bellamy and your just about to walk into it.”

“Are you lying?” Bellamy asked Madi, Madi shook her head. Bellamy nodded, giving her a gentle smile and placing a hand on Madi’s shoulder. “Then let’s go.”

The others were hesitant but they trusted Bellamy’s judgement and followed.


They reached the cave and everyone but Madi seemed exhausted, she figured they weren’t used to climbing and walking so much seem as they’d been up in space for six years. The cave was seemingly empty but the others didn’t seem to panic, they just nonchalantly sat down against the wall to take a breather. Except Bellamy, Madi could feel his anxiety radiating off of him and she gave him a reassuring smile when he glanced over at her.

“She’ll be home soon, I promise.”

Bellamy simply nodded, still holding doubt. “How did you two meet?”

Madi smiled at the question. “Praimfaya had swept over my village, it killed everyone. Except me, I guess. Clarke had came to me village looking for things that had survived and she found me instead. She’s been like my mum ever since.” Bellamy was looking at her now, a genuine smile plastered on his face.

“I didn’t know the princess had it in her,” Bellamy smiled softly, “And there are no other night-bloods?”

“No, just me and Clarke.” She answered, twiddling her hair with her fingers, eyes dropping to her lap. She almost forgot the others were there but a voice spoke up and she looked at the others.

“How old are you?” It sounded like the question had come from Harper.

“Eleven.” Madi smiled, she found it weird thinking she was only five when Clarke discovered her, she remembered being frightened, terrified and knees to chest in the corner of her fathers shop, her mother inches from her boils and blood covering her body. She blocked out the memory when she heard Clarke’s humming and she was on her feet and darted to the entrance of the cave to greet the blonde. Clarke stopped humming and smiled at Madi. She loved it when the young girl ran to greet her.

“Hello my little night-blood,” Clarke beamed, “I thought you’d still be out exploring.”

“I found something, you’ll love it.” Madi told her, wanting to surprise her. Madi quickly took the water out of Clarke’s hands using both hands seem as it was really heavy and place it to the side and snatching Clarke’s hand pulling her excitedly.

“You didn’t bring home another two-headed bunny, did you?” Clarke muttered, but when she was pulled into the flame lit cave and her eyes landed on the seven people all stood, eyes on her. She froze, Madi squeezed Clarke’s hand with a squeal.

“I found them, Clarke!” She exclaimed happily, she couldn’t tell if Clarke was going to tell her something because her mouth had fallen open, eyes scanning the room over and over again as though it was a dream. But her eyes were looking for a particular person.

“You’re really here…” A low voice rang out throughout the cave, Raven had snapped out of her shock and she stepped aside, she knew Bellamy had been waiting for this moment for six years. Clarke felt as though her feet were stuck to the floor when she saw him, his shaggy hair only a couple inches longer and  slight stubble growing on his face, but he had the exact same burning brown eyes, ones perfectly matched to hers. She felt herself hold Madi’s hand tighter for support but she was careful not to hurt the child. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

Before she could do anything Bellamy was before her and his arms had wound around her middle like he’d never left, his arms returning the safe, happy feeling to her body. His familiar warmth unfreezing her and she wrapped her free arm around Bellamy’s neck whilst her hand remained in Madi’s hold. Clarke practically melted in Bellamy’s hold, tears brimming in her eyes until she could no longer fight holding them back and her hand slipped out of Madi’s so she could fully wrap her body around Bellamy until there was no space left between them.

“I was wondering if you’d ever come down,” Clarke said but it sounded like a mumble in his shoulder, choking out a laugh. Madi had stepped aside now, letting the two have some space as they reunited. The others had been watching the two, smiling at the pair. But patiently waiting for their chance to greet their old friend. Clarke pulled out of the hug, her hand cradling Bellamy’s jaw, her eyes tracing every inch of his face although she had already memorised it, her thumb brushed his own wet cheek, swiping the tears away and smiling through watery eyes at him, letting her forehead press against his head before bumping noses with him to press her lips against his. Reveling in the feeling. She’d been waiting longer than she could remember to do this, she’d promised herself if she saw him again that she wouldn’t hold back not anymore, not when they always get separated. “I love you so, so much.”

Bellamy had made a promise similar to hers and hearing her words, he planted a quick kiss on her lips once more, a grin smeared across his lips. “I love you just as much, Clarke, I can’t believe you’re alive, you’re actually here.”

“I’m really here.” Clarke let out a laugh, her hands still holding either side of his face. Madi cleared her throat, knowing the others wanted to see her too but Clarke’s eyes snapped away from Bellamy, her hands falling to her sides and cheeks running red when she realised the young girl had seen the kiss. “Sorry, um, I see you’ve already met Madi.”

Clarke ran her hand through Madi’s hair before tugging the girl gently into her side, a smile on her face as she looked down at the small brunette. Bellamy smiled, the child reminded him of Octavia when she was small, Bellamy knelt down to Madi’s height which wasn’t exactly small and held out his hand. 

“Time we officially met then,” Bellamy grinned as Clarke beamed at the pair before moving to greet Raven, colliding with the girl in a bundle of laughs, they were happy to be together again, Clarke had missed all of their companies. “Bellamy Blake.”

“Madi or as Clarke likes to call me, Little Nightblood.” Madi grinned straightening her beanie before extending a hand with a friendly smile. “It’s good to finally meet you after all this time.”

“It’s good to meet you too, Madi.” Bellamy said with a light chuckle. He liked her already.

anonymous asked:

omg have you heard the song play me that song by brantley gilbert?? even if you dont like country music just look at the lyrics and cant you totally imagine like maybe the girl niall wrote this town about, he is close friends with and a similar thing that happens in play me that song happens with them. im trying to word this so it makes sense but idk if im doing a very good job lol. regardless, i need someone to write that hahaha

Play Me That Song

I was always so flustered whenever she called.  Which made no sense whatsoever.  We’d known each other since we were in diapers.  We used to take baths together.  We laid in cribs together.  We walked to and home from school together.  We had sleepovers.  We went to every major school function together.  I couldn’t remember anything huge that ever happened to me without her being there.  

I don’t think I knew what it felt like to not be in love with her.  I spent my nights as a teenager wondering what it would feel like to touch her, hold her, kiss her.  But by the time I got up the nerve to say something, I’d become a member of One Direction.  I missed my shot, mainly because I didn’t want to say something when my life was such a whirlwind of activity.  I couldn’t give her the kind of attention she deserved back then.

But I was almost 24 years old now.  And things had calmed down.  I was able to breathe.  I was able to sit back and enjoy the success I’d worked so hard for.  As happy as I was for what I’d accomplished, there was always something missing.

I tried so hard to move on from it.  I dated other girls.  But nothing ever panned out.  Everything always came back to her.

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Bookstore!AU

Happy belated birthday, @ravnesque!! Hope you’ve had an amazing day yesterday! Sorry that this is late, and also that it’s also probably such a mess with grammar and all, but I just wanted to give you something for your b-day ahh!! I’ll probably have to read it through later aka. when it’s not late at night haha, but yeah, hope you like this!! <3 <3

(Also just general disclaimer: I have no idea how much a manga costs in Euros/in France, but according to my quick research, I think 18-20 Euros is correct for two manga? Idk please correct me if anyone knows x3)


The bell chimed as a customer arrived, and, looking up from her book with a friendly smile, Marinette greeted the new customer. “Hello! Is there anything you’re looking for?”

The customer seemed startled at having been noticed so fast, and mumbled something akin to “I’m just looking” as he continued further into the shop. He was clad in a hoodie and wore large sunglasses. The typical celebrity disguise from movies and anime. Marinette resisted the urge to raise an eyebrow, but instead continued with her book.

After a minute or two, the stranger was back. “You wouldn’t happen to have any comics, would you?” The timid mumble from earlier was completely gone. Now his voice, while quite dark and suave, sounded somewhat fake. Yet at the same time, it also sounded strangely familiar.

“Sure! They’re in the back, there’s an entire wall covered in comics and manga there, shouldn’t be hard to find,” Marinette grinned, pointing between some shelves to the back of the store.

The stranger seemed a bit taken aback, and blushed. “Thank you, kind lady,” he said in the same suave, voice, doing a small bow in thanks as he disappeared into the back again.

Now that Marinette thought about it, something about the stranger in general seemed familiar. Was it maybe someone she knew? No, nobody she knew went around dressed like that. Or talked in such a way for that matter. Maybe someone from TV then? Despite the size of their store, there were actually several celebrities who came to there quite regularly. Then again, they all tended to act naturally, unlike this young man.

She heard a small gasp, and leaned to the left to see between the bookshelves at her newest customer. It seemed he had finally found the back row of comics and manga, which he seemed quite ecstatic about. She heard something that sounded akin to hushed gushing coming from the stranger and couldn’t help but smile. There was a reason why their book store was one of the favorites in Paris.

“You have the newest volumes of Yona of the dawn!!” The stranger was suddenly in front of her again, fake voice forgotten in his excitement. Marinette was almost certain that if this stranger had had a tail, he’d have wagged it back and forth in excitement.

Marinette giggled. “Yes, we get all the manga faster than the other book stores because of my family.”

“Woah, and yet I never knew about this place until today,” the stranger said, astonished. Then, it seemed as if he remembered something, and he coughed rather awkwardly. “Uh… I’ll take these then,” the fake voice was back, to Marinette’s continued amusement.

“Alright then, that’ll be 18 euros, please,” Marinette said, not able to hide her smile at the changing behavior of her customer. He blushed again as he paid, staring intently down at the bank terminal. Putting his two books into a plastic bag, Marinette held it out for him to take.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, awkwardly putting away his wallet before taking the bag. He was about to walk over to the door, but seemed hesitant. The fake act seemed to have disappeared once again. “Do you.. mind if I stay a little longer? Someone was following me, which is why I came in here in the first place…”

“Sure, this is a book store after all, look around for as long as you want,” Marinette smiled gently. She knew that that was how the celebrities that were now regulars had found their store as well. “Oh, there’s also a small reading room with some couches out that door,” Marinette pointed to a door to her left. “If you want, you can read your manga there, then leave later.”

“Really?” Marinette nodded. “Wow, that’s really nice. Thank you! A book store with a reading room…A bit weird but at the same time really fitting,” he mumbled the last part to himself as he walked over to the door and disappeared inside.

Marinette couldn’t help but look after him as her weird, but cute, customer walked away. There was this familiar feeling hanging over it all, but Marinette still couldn’t quite figure out just where she knew him from.

Several customers came and left; some of them were new faces to Marinette, other were old regulars which she happily chatted away with as they looked over what new books had arrived or which book they wanted to read. After an hour had passed, Marinette finally decided that she had to go and check up on the customer from earlier. Walking into the small reading room, she found him splayed on one of the couches, face resting on top of one of the new manga he’d bought earlier. The hoodie had slid halfway off his head to reveal messy blonde locks and a young face with dark circles underneath his eyes.

Marinette instantly recognized him, almost giving a little squeal as she did so, but stopped herself. He seemed worn out, so instead she left the room again and said to any customer who asked about it that the reading room was closed for the day. This was nothing new as they had let people use it several times before, both celebrities and regular people who needed a nap or some peace. Her father called it their safe haven, and had said that it was just as important for them to use as it was for them to share it with other people. Marinette had used it once herself, but usually just used her room instead as that was just as quiet and secluded.

Half an hour later, the new customer came outside again, yawning as pulled the hoodie over his head again. The sunglasses were already in place, hiding whatever grogginess his eyes might have displayed.

“Sleep well?” Marinette couldn’t help but ask when she saw him, which once again made him blush.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I didn’t mean to fall asleep in your reading room,” he shuffled his feet, looking away from her gaze.

“Don’t worry about it, you’re not the first one,” Marinette smiled, hoping that he might feel a little more at ease knowing that. “Also, if you want to, you can come back here again and have a nap. We don’t mind.”

The stranger turned his head towards her again. “But you don’t know me. Why would you let a stranger sleep on one of your couches like that? I could steal something!”

“No, you couldn’t,” Marinette found herself saying, somehow knowing that this stranger wouldn’t do anything to harm her. Well, except maybe accidentally knocking a bookshelf over in his excitement. “And excuse me for saying this, but it really looked like you needed that nap, so feel free to come again at any time, Mr. Agreste.”

The stranger, Adrien Agreste, already a famous music artist despite his young age, looked astonished at her. “I’m sorry, when I went to check on you, your sun glasses had slid off, so I recognized you,” Marinette quickly apologized, a smile playing on her lips. “Though if I might say so, I don’t think the ‘movie celebrity disguise’ works, at least not for sleeping on couches.”

Adrien Agreste was quiet for a moment, and Marinette wondered if she might have gone too far, but then he chuckled. “I guess you’re right, maybe I should use swimming goggles next time.”

“Please don’t,” Marinette laughed as well. “Then the disguise definitely wouldn’t work.” They both laughed. “But, as I said, feel free to come by if you need a breather or a nap. We always have some room to spare if you need it.”

Adrien removed his sunglasses. “What’s your name?”

“Marinette.”

“Thank you, Marinette, that is really kind of you. I really appreciate it,” Adrien said and smiled, which in turn made Marinette blush.

“N-no problem!” Marinette stuttered.

“We’ll meet again then, my lady,” Adrien said, still smiling, as he put on his sunglasses and turned to the door.

“Have a n-nice day,” Marinette said automatically, still blushing. When he was out the door, Marinette sat down on the chair behind the counter. Weirdly enough, she was used to deal with celebrities, just not celebrities at her own age. And it seemed Alya was right about him, for once, he actually was even cuter up close.

WARNING: NOT a friendly reminder.

Aelin is finally free: (a fanfic)

Aelin exited her prison, not quite remembering where she was; who she was. She was alone as she stepped out of the chamber that had held her for longer than she could remember. She was afraid to remember. The forest around was thriving with life and green with colorful plants blooming about. Birds sang their songs joyfully above. The brightness made her want to cover her eyes as they adjusted. If she hadn’t been in her Fey form it may very well have blinded her after so long in darkness. She took one step, then another until she felt something hard crunch under her foot. She looked down to find that there were skeletons and various bones covering the ground all around her. A shiver went down her spine as she bent low to pick up one of the skulls closest to her door and inspect it. A warm breeze that smelled of pine and snow caressed her skin then, striking up a fuzzy memory in her mind of skin on skin and laughter….and happiness. A name? What was the name? Frustration boiled in her at her lack of memory. She felt a strange presence nearing her, smelled a strange scent she couldn’t place, but knew was familiar; or had been at one time. She didn’t flinch when a beautiful white haired female wearing a red cloak emerged from the trees. There was a sadness in her eyes as she took in Aelin’s appearance, still holding that skull in her hands. For some reason, it was difficult for her to let go of it.

“Aelin?” The striking woman asked, a wariness about her that Aelin guessed wasn’t a trait the woman often adopted.

“That is my name.” Aelin said with more confidence than she felt considering it was about the only thing she remembered about herself. The moon haired woman approached, her beauty even more unsettling as she got closer. She stopped two feet in front of Aelin.

“Do you know who I am?” She inquired, no threat in her voice, even though Aelin expected it for some unknown reason.

Aelin shook her head slowly.

"My name is Manon Blackbeak,” She paused, waiting for recognition when there would be none, “we used to know each other, we were allies in a terrible war, though I can’t say we were ever really friends.”

"How long,” Aelin rasped. Manon’s black eyes widened a bit. She opened her mouth, then closed it and pursed her full lips. Aelin took a shuttering breath while she waited for the woman to respond.

"477 years.” She said gently, never breaking eye contact. Aelin’s knees buckled and she fell to the forest floor. A single tear escaped her eye as she set down the skull slowly and buried her face in her hands, trying to remember something, anything.

Manon, the woman who was more than human spoke again, her voice changing to a command, "Gods, Aelin, do you remember anything?” The last word was a hiss of disbelief as Aelin raised her head to look at the stranger.

“My name is Aelin Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.” She recited. Those eleven words were all that had kept her from giving into delirium wholly.

peraltuki  asked:

hEy there, chip I could eat, chip I'd love to eat :~))) If request are not open I apologise and you can just ignore this one 🙏 So what about mc being in the roof of her house, she has been there since midnight and it's almost morning already, so rfa + v&saeran get worried she wasn't in bed last night but they found her in the roof and join her watching the view or whatever you want them to do there *grr* Thank you 🌸💕

Omg why ily so much

I hope you like it, dork :3

Yoosung

  • He saw the time and he almost jumps!
  • Oh god, he’s playing LOLOL until now…Better go to bed, you always said to him to not game too much!
  • But when he sees the bed…WHERE ARE YOU?!
  • Oh god, you woke up and saw him in games and you go away?!
  • So he starts to look for you, he’s almost crying…
  • After some minutes looking for you…He’s crying.
  • He searched everywhere, but not the rooftop, he doesn’t believe you were there…
  • But he goes anyway, and when he saw you there he ran to you almost falling!
  • So clumsy…
  • He hugs you crying on your shoulder “MC YOU’RE ALIVE!”
  • You’re surprised by it, Yoosung must learn that is not safe to almost jump on people on the rooftop!
  • “Of course i’m alive Yoosung!” You laugh and he looks at you, you look at the view again “I was…Enjoying the view”
  • “Enjoying the view?How boring” - This was what he thought about it.
  • But he didn’t say anything, he just looks at the view with you…
  • A boring thing that he’s doing for 2 hours from now…When he sees the sun, he almost jumps…Omg, you two are there until now!
  • And he can see you’re tired, he smiles, holding your hand “Let’s go back MC…I can see that you’re tired…”
  • He’ll sacrifice some time in LOLOL just to see the view with you again.
  • The boring thing is one of his favorite things now.

Zen

  • MC is not here in the bed yet?
  • OMG
  • Protective Zen activated!
  • He starts to run searches for you, looking even under the bed!
  • He starts to think that something bad happened to you!
  • But then something in him clicked…The stars!
  • He always remembers that moment, he always says that very moment was one of the happiest days of his life…
  • So he goes there.
  • And then he finds you.
  • He sighs, relieved that he was right…He got closer to you “MC…Is very late, you should be in bed by now…”
  • You just smile looking at the stars “They are really beautiful Zen, you were right to be a little fascinated by them…”
  • He smiles…Looks like you remember that moment too.
  • “I can’t even look at them now…My eyes are always locked on you…” He said, smiling ad you look at him and laugh.
  • You hold one of his hands, just like that day.
  • That smile only got bigger on his face…And then he did something that he didn’t do that day…
  • He kissed you.
  • A passionate kiss, while he was pulling you even closer.
  • After that kiss, you two look at each other and laugh.
  • Zen gave you the same smile that he gave you that night…
  • That made you froze for a while, but then you gave a big smile to him…Now he’s blushing…
  • “…It’s better if we go to the bedroom ” He holds your hand running
  • “ZEN…!WAIT!” You yelled while you’re being dragged, laughing
  • “THE BEAST DON’T WAIT”

Jaehee

  • She has a flashlight right now, looking for you.
  • Why she can’t find you?
  • Well, if someone is here meant danger, she’ll kick the person’s ass.
  • Don’t even try her.
  • She sighs almost calling Luciel to tell him that you were missing and she was very worried…
  • But then she remembers that she didn’t check the rooftop…
  • That would be silly…But hey, she needs to test all the options.
  • When she gets there and she saw you, she got relieved and confused, why were you there?
  • She was going towards you when she realizes that you were looking at the view…Oh ok, this is understandable.
  • She never gets time to do this, but it must be pleasing…But she doesn’t understand why you’re doing this at this hour?!
  • She sits by your side, you look at her and smile, and look at the sky again…You didn’t  even said a single word.
  • And Jaehee keeps her eyes on you…She never thought that love would get to her, she thought it was silly…
  • But now she is in love.
  • She can’t even think her life without you.
  • Wow…Why is she having those thoughts right now?
  • After some while, Jaehee holds your hand and keep enjoying the view with you…
  • She would even bring some coffee, or something, to you guys, enjoy even more that view.
  • You fell asleep there, Jaehee finds it so cute, she took a picture of it…So she can appreciate it later…
  • She picks you up in bridal style, she already knew that you were going to sleep first, she’s familiarized with “no sleeping”.
  • She carries you, she’s pretty strong, and then she puts you to the bed, lying there too, hugging you before she could sleep again.
  • She loved that experience…She might want to do it again with you…But not so late!

Jumin

  • You were in one his houses, you guys were on a trip.
  • The place was beautiful, so you couldn’t even sleep, you get out of your bed and go see this view.
  • Jumin was sleeping at that time.
  • When he woke up and didn’t see you by his side, he almost contacts all the security so they could search for you…
  • But first, he decides to look for you himself.
  • After looking everywhere he reminds of the rooftop…Well, he will check it, for precaution.
  • If you’re not there, he’ll call the security.
  • But for his relief, you were there, he sighs “MC what are you doing here? Is late, i got worried, you never know what can ha–”
  • “ I was enjoying the view.” You smile looking at the view, cutting Jumin before he could finish his lecture.
  • He looks at the view, he didn’t quite understand why you were there enjoying the view at this time...But he was worried about your safety in that roof.
  • So he sits beside you, just so he can wrap his arms around you, if you want to enjoy the view, he’ll let you do it.
  • Both of you are there to spend this trip the best way possible, and if you like this, you can have this.
  • And he loves to enjoy this view…Especially with you.
  • Hours and hours were wasted while you and Jumin were talking and talking about the view, life, love, and Elizabeth.
  • You fell asleep, smiling, he looks at you, and then he sighs, in his life he never smiled…But with you, he always does this without even realizing.
  • He picks you up, carrying you carefully to the bedroom…
  • He’ll build something to you sees the view even better than before, maybe it’ll be really safe so Elizabeth can join too…
  • But after that he realizes something…
  • He’s a very happy man.

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  • He’s kind of worried about you, it’s so late and you’re not even in bed.
  • He knows that because he’s not going to bed so early, like always, but you always sleep early.
  • Well, you always go first.
  • He was searching for you, he even got out to see if you were outside.
  • When he was outside, he looks at the sky…It was beautiful…And then he smiles.
  • He has an idea where you must be.
  • So he goes to the roof, and there you’re, looking at those stars.
  • He just sits by your side, he holds your hand, smiling, looking at these stars.
  • “One day we will go there MC…It’ll be beautiful…” You laugh and then you look at him.
  • “We’re not shining stars…” He laughs and looks at you too.
  • “This i know…I never said we are.” He got a little closer to you “But you brought to light in my life like them…And you bring me joy…Like them. So i can pretty much say you’re my shiniest star!” 
  • You just smile and look at the stars again.
  • And now he’s just looking at you…Little did you know that your smile is the light of his life.
  • After some time you guys just lay on that roof, and after some more time you two sleep, cuddling under all those stars.
  • This will be something of you two now. 

V

  • He didn’t feel anything in the bed with him…So you’re not there.
  • His vision is blurry, but he can see that nobody is beside him, so this was a confirmation.
  • V’s really worried right now, he thinks the worst happened to you…
  • Or you decided to leave him… Which was understandable to him.
  • He was walking through the house, calling your name, yelling the loudest he could.
  • Until he listens to you calling him back, he smiles, relieved.
  • But he got worried again after he realizes that you were shouting from the roof!
  • V didn’t know how he get there or how he did it so fast, maybe it was because the thought of losing you…Made him do that.
  • His vision is so blurry, but he can see you…Well, just a little.
  • “MC….Please, what are you doing here…?!” You can feel the desperation in his tone, you just laugh and answer “Enjoying the view.”
  • Oh… So he was so worried for nothing? Actually, he’s worried still.
  • But you grab his hand guiding him to sit by your side, you sigh, “It’s just so beautiful…”
  • …You must be talking about the view, he believes…It’s a pity, he can’t see it. 
  • “Can you describe to me?” You look at him, he just smiles at you “…Please?”
  • So this goes on with you describing what you’re seeing…And what you’re feeling from it.
  • He loves to see the passion in your tone…He can even imagine the scenario.
  • Nothing can compare to you.
  • This looks like a dream, and he’s every day scared that it might be…But it’s not.
  • You’re with him, and he wishes that this moment lasts forever.

Saeran

  • Even if he doesn’t want you to know it, he’s very concerned about you.
  • And he’s always afraid that someone might have done something to you. So when he sees the time…And you, not in the bed…He almost had a heart attack.
  • He gets out of the bed, looking for you, he sighs not finding you…He put some pants, a shoe, and a sweater so he can get out…Is cold.
  • He gets out, calling you, yelling, then he listens to you yell “HERE!”.
  • He looks to the rooftop, he can’t see very clearly, so he’ll have to go there.
  • When he’s there, he sees you, and with that grumpy face, he walks towards you, sitting by your side.
  • You’re enjoying the sky…He loves to see the sky too, but…He likes to see you even more.
  • But you’re with a fucking dress in this cold!
  • “It’s too cold here MC…” You laugh, before you could say anything, you feel Saeran putting his sweater on you.
  • You look at him, and then you smile, he blushed a little with that grumpy face, but then he holds your hand.
  • After some minutes you two just keep seeing the sky, talking about it. And after some more minutes, he looks at you, and his attention is all in you.
  • When you made a question and you didn’t get an answer you look at him, you two kept looking each other, until he almost jumps on you, giving you a kiss that took all your breath away.
  • After some while, you’re laid down in the rooftop, and he’s on the top of you, kissing you still.
  • Now this place is warm.