#especially when its a very handsome boy that i would gladly die for

[chimmy-joos]

As Long as You’re With Me Yandere Taehyung |M|

Description: Taehyung just wants you to know how much he loves you and he will do whatever it takes to keep you from leaving him.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word count: 4.3k

Tags: smut for miles, degrading name-calling, spanking, bondage, creampies, mind-break, Yandere!Taehyung, you know the good stuff

*inner psychopath comes out* thank you so much for this request I had so much fun writing it! This turned out longer than I expected, but its worth it, isn’t it? :) Anyways enjoy this rubbish if you didn’t notice i have a thing for psychopaths

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You felt his alluring stare shoot daggers into your back as you walk up to the stage to accept your award for Best New Artist. Or perhaps that was the the effect of the 500,000 people in the audience and everyone watching on national television, but it felt like it was only Kim Taehyung and you.

You started dating Taehyung before you debuted as a solo artist. You met through mutual friends at a Korean barbecue restaurant and the two of you immediately clicked. Well, you tell other people that the two of you hit it off right away, but really it was after he had taken you home and fucked your brains out. It was the morning after when he had made you breakfast in bed(an apology for being too rough) when you had actually developed some romantic feelings. An idol with a good looking face, incredible sense of humor, and a beastly libido to match? What more could you ask for?

You accepted the award from the MC and bowed your head to him before turning to the audience and bowing even deeper. This was the first daesang you received with your new album and you could not be more proud of yourself. All your hard work to get you to this point had paid off, but it was too early to take a breath of relief. There was still room for improvement and you weren’t about to slow down now. Still, you held back tears as you peered out to the sea of people in the audience, screaming out your name.

Your speech was filled with words of gratitude, mostly to your fans that voted for you as well as friends and family that had supported you to this point. You didn’t forget to mention your managers and staff that helped you as well.

After the award show was over, all you wanted to do was go home and take a nice, long bubble bath in the hotel room and you were just about ready to leave when you were stopped by a fellow idol friend, Eunwoo.

“Y/N noona! Congratulations! I knew you would win, your album is so amazing!” The young man expressed his praise with a bright smile, like an innocent lamb.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it. Congrats on winning Popular Artist! You guys are really working hard, aren’t you?” Your expression softened and you reached up to pinch his cheeks. The younger idol blushed and lowered his head; his dyed brown fringe fell in front of his eyes.

“Thank you, noona. Well, my members are probably waiting for me. I’ll talk to you later!” He said, bowing to you before leaving. You waved him off with a wide smile and turned around to return to your dressing room where your managers were.

Down the hall was Taehyung, watching you. Watching you with Eunwoo. That bastard. His fists were clenched at his side, hidden underneath the sleeve of his tuxedo. Taehyung followed you as you entered your dressing room before swooping in and sliding in right behind you.

“Y/N,” he called out in his rich voice. You turned around, your gorgeous hair flying through the air like a majestic goddess. Taehyung sighed and felt his heart skip a beat. It was like he fell in love with you all over again every time he looked at you. You were perfect. You were his, only his.

“Hi baby,” your red lips stretched into a toothy smile and you stood on your toes to kiss Taehyung. “You did great today.” You cooed and scrunched your nose at him.

“You did too. You don’t know how badly I wanted to scream when you won.” Taehyung reached around your waist and pulled you closer to him until your chest was pressed against his. If only he could stay like this forever, just centimeters apart from you. He couldn’t bear being any further from you. If only you knew how much Taehyung longed for you. Every morning he wished you could be the first thing he saw when he woke up and every night, it was your voice he wanted to hear wish him a good nights sleep. Well, you do that anyways, but it’s different over the phone. He just needed to feel you.

“Are you coming over tonight?” You tapped your finger over Taehyung’s lips and your eyes settled on them with a hint of suggestiveness. He licked the sides of his mouth.

“Of course, I’ll just let the other guys know and my manager. Wait for me, princess.” He smiled and leaned in, pressing his lips to your ear. “Without any panties, understand?” He whispered and the vibrations of his deep voice made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

“Yes sir,” you replied with a meek voice as he pulled away. Your boyfriend smiled almost devilishly and backed away. He dragged his hand along your arm, lingering longer at your small hands.

“I’ll see you soon.” He said and kissed your knuckles before heading out the door. Once the doo closed behind him, his eyes went dark. He looked down to floor so the people passing wouldn’t be intimidated by his icy, murderous glare. He returned back to BTS’s dressing room with his head lowered and entered the room the same way.

“Taehyung! Where have you been? Why haven’t you answered your phone?” Namjoon scolded him. Taehyung glanced up as his eyes slowly brightened.

“Sorry hyung, I went to go see Y/N for a second. You know she just won her first daesang, so I have to congratulate her.” He said and grabbed his jacket off the clothes rack.

“That’s fine and all, but hurry up and grab your things. The managers are waiting for us.” Yoongi said hastily, pulling a black mask over his mouth. Taehyung picked up his Gucci handbag from off the makeup table and turned to Jungkook as he was leaving.

“Hey,” Taehyung called out to get his attention. Jungkook looked up from his phone and moved his large headphones away from his ear. “I’m not going to be home tonight. You can play without me.”

Jungkook groaned and Taehyung literally saw his shoulders drop in disappointment. “Seriously? Hyung, you promised you’d be online tonight! Who else am I going to team up with?” Jungkook whined and Taehyung was having none of it. He brushed past Jungkook and followed the rest of the members back to their van.

“Sorry, my little princess calls for me tonight.” A smirk crept over his face, sinister and almost psychotic. He had a long night ahead of him and you an even longer night. Just thinking about the way Eunwoo spoke to you kindled a burning jealousy inside of Taehyung. Although he shouldn’t be, in any way, jealous because Taehyung knew deep down that you only had eyes for him, he would never allow anyone else’s eyes on you. And likewise, he would never allow your eyes to wander away from him.

Taehyung had to explain his rooted love for you even if that meant by force.

Keys? Check.

Mask? Check.

Ropes? Check.

That was all Taehyung needed tonight. If he truly wanted to go the extra mile, he’d opt for the collar or the vibrators, or even the gag, but that’d be saved for another time. Taehyung expected you to take off on him after learning about his sexual preferences kinks, but you stayed and Taehyung knew you were the one.

Taehyung didn’t have to beg much when asking to borrow the company’s car, perhaps that being because his managers didn’t want to hear anything about Taehyung’s sex life. Taehyung drove to your apartment in record time so he could give you your punishment right away.

As he pulled into the parking lot, he looked up to see the dim light of your lamp through the sheer curtains. Perfect, he thought. Taehyung hummed to himself as he pulled out his bag out of the passenger seat and also while he walked up to your apartment. Knowing you were behind the door waiting patiently for Taehyung—possibly with no bra and definitely no panties like he ordered you to—excited his inner sadist.

He knocked on the door three times before turning the doorknob to find it open. You left it unlocked for him knowing he wouldn’t want to wait for you to come open it. Smart girl, he smirked before waltzing inside the dimmed apartment. Your room was the last room on the right of the hall and he made sure that his creaky footsteps responded throughout the house. As he approached your room, he could hear soft R&B music playing from your Bluetooth speakers.

Taehyung pushed open the door slowly and his eyes flickered to your thin body lying across the silk bed. You wore nothing but a pink babydoll dress and your hair swept over the valley of your back in waves. Something stirred inside of Taehyung upon seeing your nubile body and it only made him want to deliver his punishment even faster.

“You’re finally here,” You hummed and turned over  to face Taehyung. You weren’t wearing a bra, which was even better. Less things to take off which saved time. “What took you so long, baby?”

“I got held up,” he replied and set the bag on the floor with a heavy thud. Your eyes darted to the bag and for a second, Taehyung could’ve sworn your face paled. “I have to talk to you about something.” He said and walked over to you. You swung your legs over the edge of the bed and looked up at him with a sweet smile.

“Yes?” You fluttered your eyelashes, but Taehyung’s blank expression didn’t change. Blank expression? How could he put on such a face when you went out of your way to put on an extra sexy outfit just for him? Something was wrong. You reached up and touched his arm. “Did something happen, baby?”

He slipped his arm away from your touch only to touch your smooth cheek with his other hand. His long fingers caressed your face gently all the way down to your chin where he pinched it.

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do you love me?” He asked and the sudden question made you raise your brows in surprise.

“What?” You chuckled and grasped Taehyung’s hand. “Honey, love can’t be measured on a scale, it’s a feeling. That’s ridiculous.” You said lightly, but Taehyung didn’t seem to find it funny at all. He continued to stare down at you with those dark, lifeless eyes that didn’t belong on his handsome face.

“I need a number.” He said. You realized that he wasn’t going to let you off the hook without one.

“Fine, a 10. I love you sooo much, Taehyung.” You smiled at him. Those reassuring words chipped at his stony exterior just a bit and you saw the faintness of a smile on his lips.

“You won’t leave me, right?” He asked, he stroked small circles over your chin.

“I won’t.”

“And you won’t talk to other guys? You won’t look at them or be friends with them? Not even Eunwoo?” Taehyung blurted out and you couldn’t even comprehend the first one, much less the absurdity of the rest.

“W-What? What are you talking about?” You asked and he took your face in his hands, squishing your cheeks together until your lips were puckered.

“You have to promise me, Y/N. It’ll only be me—only us, right?” He asked gently, almost overly anticipating your answer.

“Yesh,” you said the best you could with your cheeks pushed together. Relief caved into Taehyung and he sighed audibly in relief. His shoulders fell and you could see the craziness in his eyes diminish right before you.

“Thank god,” he said and kissed you. “Shall we get started?” He asked before peppering you in more kisses on your lips down to our chin. You closed your eyes as Taehyung kissed your neck; he licked a small spot on your warm skin before promptly placing his lips on your nape and sucking. You moaned; the spot grew in heat and spread throughout your body the more he licked.

“B-Baby...” you moaned and squeezed Taehyung’s shoulders—a silent plead for him to do more than just kissing. Taehyung jerked away and you looked up at him with startled eyes.

“Wait, I have something,” He suddenly remembered his toys that he brought with him and rummaged through his bag to retrieve them. Once you saw him pull out the black blindfold and the bright red rope, your heart rate quickened. Either you had done something wrong or Taehyung was just feeling extra adventurous tonight.

“Get on the bed.” Taehyung snapped and his sharp eyes flickered to the bed. You scooted back to the middle of the bed and stretched your legs out in front of you. Taehyung unraveled the rope from its knot with his long, bony fingers which you followed with hungry eyes. Oh, what you wouldn’t do to have those fingers inside of you.

Firmly but with precision and skill, Taehyung swiftly brought your ankles together and looped the rope around them. He tied a knot around it and yanked it a few times to make sure that it was tight, just as he liked it. You kept your eyes on his face because he was the most attractive when he was focused on something. His thick eyebrows were set heavily over his eyes in concentration. He flicked his gaze up to you and you nearly lost your breath underneath his fiery gaze. Definitely the most attractive.

“Turn over,” He reverberated lowly. You turned over and dug your knees into the mattress as your ankles being tied threw your balance off. Already knowing what to come next, you reached behind your back and linked your wrists together to make it easier for Taehyung to wrap the rope around them. He clutched his hand around your hands, holding them together as he tied your wrists together.

Taehyung leaned back to look at his marvelous handiwork. Seeing you tied up like some toy he can’t wish to make a mess of switched something on inside of him. He had to have you. No one else could make him feel this rush of arousal and infatuation. His eyes trailed down your arched spine and the curve of your ass stuck in the air to your glistening slit. He raised his brow.

“Have you been playing with yourself?”

“No sir, you know I never do.” You pouted.

“Really,” He smoothed his hand over your hamstring and smacked your ass with a resounding, hard thump. You choke back a gasp and pushed your weight into your knees while your toes curled in a mixture of excitement and pain. “Then why are you this wet?” Taehyung’s fingers slipped in between your slit and spread your slit to reveal your sipping wet pussy. His mouth pulled into a side smirk.

“J-Just dry humping...” you moaned into the mattress. “I was lonely.”

“Hm,” Taehyung hummed in amusement. “Did you think about me?”

“Yes sir,” you clench your hands into fists and resist the urge to push yourself onto Taehyung’s fingers that were right there. “Everyday, sir. It’s only you.”

Taehyung could never tell you how much his heart swelled when he heard you say that. You belonged to him, only him. Should anyone ever test that or doubt it, he had no problem in showing them—the entire world what you mean to him. Even if that meant putting both of your careers on the line. It was all or nothing for you.

“That’s right, you little slut,” Taehyung snarled and squeezed your ass cheek. “You did well tonight. Waving this ass around in front of thousands of people. Do you like it when people watch you, hmm? You like the idea of men getting hard because of you?” He taunted, giving you another slap on each cheek. It wasn’t even that forced, but Taehyung’s hands were so big that his palm covered your entire cheek.

“I-I do,” you whined. You didn’t, in all honesty. It was nice to know that people liked seeing you dance, but knowing that there were some fans that enjoyed your performances a little too much was something that you tried to not think about. But whatever Taehyung wanted to hear, you’d say it.

“If only they knew what I see every night.” Taehyung purred; his thumbs spread your pussy even more to reveal your small hole. So pretty and pink and looked like the perfect cock sleeve to place his cock in there soon. Your sweet scent numbed his brain and all he wanted to do was eat you up.

You gasped as he slid his wet tongue down your sex. It was ticklish and your pussy clenched. He flicked his tongue against your slit and took your clit in his mouth, sucking it and swirling his tongue over it. You let out your moan into the mattress knowing damn well that it would come out as guttural.

“F-Fuck, Tae... o-ohh baby, that feels so fucking good,” You whined, pushing your ass back into Taehyung’s face as he happily lapped up your juices. Taehyung grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to him as his tongue moved more aggressively. He focused more so on your clit knowing that it was your most sensitive part. Then, he licked long strips along your pussy and you let out a shuddering moan. Your face fell into the mattress yet again and you drowned your moans into the sheets.

“So sweet,” Taehyung pulled away and licked his lips. He suddenly plunged his finger inside of you and the intrusion sent a new sense of pleasure through your body. Your jaw fell open and you groaned. “Look at you, so tight around my finger. Can’t wait to fuck you with my cock.” He snickered in amusement.

“Oh god, yes!”

“You like that? You want me to fuck you with my cock, baby?” Taehyung teased, twisting his finger inside of you.

“Y-Yes!” You stuttered, already feeling yourself on the brink of an orgasm.

“Yes what?”

“Yes sir, I want you to fuck my tight little pussy with your big fucking cock! Please, sir!” You screamed; your pussy clenched in need for something to wrap around. Taehyung hummed, still digging his finger inside of your pussy and watching your juices drip down your slit. He licked up the thick, sweet juice before it stained your sheets and sucked your clit again.

Taehyung stood up and palmed his erection through his pants, wrapping his hand around his balls. He groaned and licked the corners of his dry mouth. “Spread your legs.” He ordered and you did so, sliding your legs over the sleek sheets and raising your ass in the air. Taehyung slid his pants down and his thick cock sprang up. He stroked it from the base and inhaled sharply. He lined the tip up with your hole and didn’t give you a single warning before sliding his cock all the way inside of you.

You groaned at the stretch and how fucking deep he was reaching inside of you. You could feel him in your guts and every part of you felt so full.

“Fuck! Oh my fucking god—s-so deep!” You moaned—your legs shaking in ecstasy. Taehyung grabbed the rope around your wrists and started slamming his hips into you—the sound of his hips slapping against your ass mixed with your stuttering moans. With each thrust, Taehyung pushed you into the mattress and forced a moan from out of you.

“Agh, fucking hell! You cumming on my dick, baby? God, you’re so tight.” He growled and slammed into you; his balls rubbed your clit as he grinding into your cervix. You gasped and gripped the sheets in pain. Okay, Taehyung was fucking huge and sometimes it was beneficial to you. Most times it felt heavenly, but at times like this when Taehyung had you tied up like a roasted pig and was fucking your brains out from behind without a single thought about you was when it was nearing a border that you weren’t comfortable crossing.

“Ta-Taehyung—oh fuck—slower p-please...” You pleaded in staggering increments; your breath was continuously being knocked out of you. Then, you felt rough hands grab the back of your neck and forced your face into the mattress. Taehyung propped both of his feet on the bed and plunged his cock deeper into you.

“Mm, that’s right. Squeeze my cock, baby. Oh fuck, you feel so tight around my cock, like a little cock sleeve. You like being fucked like a whore?” Taehyung hissed as he inhaled. The feeling of your wet folds wrapping around his cock as he plunged into you was blindingly pleasurable. If he lost focus, he’d cum right inside your pretty pink hole.

“Yes, yes, yes! Fu-uck me, da-addy!” You stuttered our while your body was thrown against the bed wildly. Taehyung grinding into you and you could feel the coiling in your stomach burn and then you were cumming; you buried your face in the mattress and screamed as Taehyung continued to fuck you.

Taehyung paused his forceful thrusts to savor your pussy convulsing around his dick—your walls twitched in pleasure. He could see the edges of your pussy lined with cream that had accumulated over time.

He spread your ass cheeks apart and slowly started to move again. He gauged your sensitivity by your deep moans.

“God, you’re so good. I’ll cum soon baby, just wait.” Taehyung reassured as he picked up his pace. As Taehyung fucked you, the feeling of his thick cock pulling at your pussy gradually made you uncomfortable, but you just had to wait. It wouldn’t be long before Taehyung reached his climax.

“Aggghh fuck! I’m gonna cum!” He exclaimed and buried himself deep inside of you before planting his seed. You felt his cock twitch as his warm cum filled you up. You chewed on your lip and pressed your ass against his hips and have him dick grind deeper into you.

Taehyung pulled out of you and spread your ass to see his thick spunk dribble out of your hole. He slid his fingers into you and pushed the cum back in.

“Keep it in there. You’re going to have my babies and I’m going to keep coming inside until you do.” He smiled too purely as he fingered you.

“Y-Yes sir.” You moaned back. The thought of having Taehyung’s kids sounded amazing, but the fact that your career would be thrown down the drain wasn’t so appealing. Though, you felt the need to agree to everything he said.

Taehyung stood back, marveling at your body sprawled out on the bed, your reddened and abused pussy looked ripe for another round and Taehyung was tempted to dive his cock right back in there. He held his temptation at bay and instead slipped back into his pants. You glanced back.

“Um, babe? Can you untie me now?” You asked in a small voice. Taehyung nearly glared at you with an offended, angry expression that flashed across his face.

“Untie you?” He moved closer. Taehyung presses his knee on the bed in between your legs and pressed down on the small of your back. You yelped in surprise. “Why should I? So you could go and flirt with guys backstage again? So other people could stain your beautiful skin with their filthy hands? Hah, I don’t think so.” He laughed heartlessly. You could feel your heart rate pick up as fear settled in. You squirmed under Taehyung, but his large hands held you down effortlessly.

“T-Taehyung? Baby, untie me. This isn’t the time for jok—ow!” You cried out as your arms cramped from being strained from both from the ropes and Taehyung’s strength.

Taehyung leaned in, pressing his body against yours. You felt his nose brush against your hair and you jumped. His breath felt hot against the back of your ear.

“Jokes? You think I’m fucking joking? The only thing that’s funny is seeing thousands of men across the country crying because their dearest idol is pregnant with someone’s child,” Taehyung ran a hand along your ass and sliding a finger between your wet, cum-filled slit. You whimpered and lowered your head into the mattress. Taehyung reached under and wrapped his hand around your throat, yanking it back up. You gasped sharply until your breath was taken by Taehyung’s vice grip around your neck. “You’re staying in this room until I say you can leave. Understand?” He spat and released his grip.

“What? Taehyung, you can’t be serious! Let me go right now!” You coughed and jerked under him. Taehyung crawled off of you, watching you struggle. You glared at him while gritting your teeth in anger. Had your joints not been restricted by those damned ropes, you would’ve been all over Taehyung. The only thing you could do was tighten your fists into balls.

Little did you know that seeing you so angry only aroused Taehyung even more. He felt his pants tighten around his erection and he glanced down at it. What stood between him and dumping another load of cum inside your pussy or down your throat was the part of Taehyung that cared for your well being.

He just wanted to show how much he loved you.

“Just listen to me and you’ll be fine.” Taehyung reassured calmly, earning another menacing, tear-filled glare from you.

“Are you fucking insane?! Let me go!”

“Baby, you know I can’t do that. You’re safer in here with me.” Taehyung cooed and knelt down so he was eye to eye with you. Your frightened eyes cowered beneath Taehyung’s unwavering, scarily calm gaze. He stroked your hair and you flinched at the contact. “Everything will be alright as long as you’re with me.” Taehyung’s eyes shift into a empty, crazed look--he cups your face in his large hands and smooths his thumbs over your supple cheeks. There’s a strange, unfamiliar urge in Taehyung to press his thumbs into your eyes. The flashing image of your eyeless body with blood running down your cheeks as if they were the tears of a fallen angel sent a shudder through Taehyung’s body. It was tempting, almost.

“I don’t want to hurt you...” his voice shook as he was on the edge of crying. You were well beyond crying at this point. Your sobs went unnoticed at this point and dread started to sink in. He wasn’t going to untie you. You’d be tied up like some sex slave and forced to bear his child. Had it been under any, preferably more romantic circumstances, you’d be swooning over the idea of having Taehyung’s child, but this was different. Your entire world flipped upside down in one night. How many other people can say that?

[ladecena]

MY BRIGHTEST STAR🌌🌠

May 14,2020

11:15 pm

There are 45 minutes before my birthday. I got out of bed, holding my phone, because I couldn’t sleep no matter what I did.

I slowly opened the door and tiptoed out of my bed, taking care not to let it creak. Everyone in the house is still sleeping, so I can’t make any noises that would wake them up. Since my throats were dry and I needed to remain hydrated, I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. After all, I can’t be dehydrated because I’m supposed to be hydrated all the time.

I walked out of the house wearing my oversized T-shirt and night shorts, leaving my glass on the counter. Since there were some torches, the whole subdivision was quiet and dim. The sky was lovely, but the boy who had just entered with his silver bicycle was even more so. I told myself, “Shut up, all boys are gorgeous.”

“Are you ready?” Miguel stated as he brushed his long, silky golden hair back with his lovely fingers. I grinned and walked over to my pink bicycle in the garage. “Where is your gear?”

“Where is your gear?” I questioned as well after noticing that he had not brought his. He squinted and raised one of his thick brows. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Especially because you’re here with me.

His lips curled into an endearing grin, exposing his charming dimples. I got on my bike and pedaled down the road first, hoping he’d be close behind.

The cool night breeze caressed my face and caused my hair to fly, making me happy. I took a left and later realized Miguel was standing right next to me. He hasn’t changed since I first saw him with his hair flying and his aesthetic dark eyes. He is still the boy I loved and admired, still admire, and will still genuinely love.

11:30 pm

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” Just don’t breath—“

“Do you want me to die horribly?” When my eyes accidentally went down, I exclaimed. I screamed and turned away, my eyes closed. Miguel sighed and his hands rested on my shoulders, which helped me relax a little. Only a little bit. I’m in a panic, crap.

“What I mean is, don’t breathe too quickly; instead, breathe slowly. Exhale slowly after taking a deep breath, then repeat. I’m telling you this because I don’t want you to die, okay?” He said calmly, which made me feel bad for screaming at him while he was simply trying to help me from panicking.

I followed his instructions and, to my surprise, it succeeded. When Miguel wrapped his handkerchief around my knee to cover the cut, I slowly opened my eyes and yelped in the quietest way possible. When he kissed it after tying it, I bit my lip and felt my face flush. He got up and extended his hand to me, which I gladly accepted.

“Are you all right now?”

“Thank you very much, Miguel.”   I smiled, and he smiled even more. God, I love that face.

“Oh, if you weren’t so stubborn, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.” He said it with a little frown on his face, which made me laugh because he’s so sweet when he’s upset.

“If you hadn’t been there, I would have passed out in the middle of the road right now, but I’m still standing and breathing.” As I smiled, his frown vanished, and all he did was shake his head before walking to get his bike.

 “You’re stubborn as hell. As he grasped the handlebars of his bike, he uttered. “Instead, let’s go for a stroll.”

“If I’m right, give me 500 pesos.” Your favorite shirt right now is the blackpink t-shirt I gave you.” Miguel muttered something and smirked as he looked at me and the path we were walking on.

“Wrong my favorite shirt is the other black pink t-shirt which I bought last Saturday. “I confidently replied and smirked back at him. Aw, you don’t love me anymore?” he pouted and gave me that cute puppy look. My weakness.

“oh my gosh, stop that. You look like an idiot.” Yes I’m a great liar.

“ugh, darn it.” He huffed and continued walking, which made me chuckled because of his cuteness.

It became quiet after. Enjoying the peaceful and satisfying cold wind with each other’s company was already enough.

I know in my heart that he has a problem but he didn’t want to share it with me and I respect his decision.

“ Has the thought of leaving me ever cross your mind?” I asked out of nowhere to cut the silence while we’re walking down the silent road with our bikes.

“Yep.” I pouted and glared at him immediately when he said but he just laughed. That hurt right into my heart. “ What, if I am be pooping, you wanna watch?”

“Gross, of course not.” I cringed which made him laugh harder. His laugh is annoying but also cute but its pissing me off but I still love it.

“How about you? Ever thought of leaving this handsome boy?” he raised his eyebrows up and down while staring at me, waiting for my answer.

“I don’t wanna promise that I won’t because we never know what will happen in the future but I assure you that no matter what happens, even if the worlds screwed up, we’re screwed up, I will always stay with you.” Miguel stopped walking so I did too and looked at him. He smiled at me before starting to walk again.

His smile didn’t reach his eyes.

11:45 pm

“Don’t go yet.” I whined quietly while softly pulling the sleeve of his hoodie. I know that its late and he might be tired but I wanna be selfish even just for now.

“Alright then, my princess.” Miguel smiled and pulled my hand going inside our house silently. Miguel being Miguel, he didn’t make the slightest noise even in closing closing the door. It was dark but with Miguel’s hand holding mine, I know that I shouldn’t be afraid.

When we reach my bedroom, he gently pushed me inside and slowly pushed the door behind him while his sexy dark eyes were staring into my soul, dominating me. He took little steps going towards me, not cutting eye contact, and as if I’m frozen, I stood still staring back into his beautiful dark grey eyes until I could feel and smell his strawberry scented breath.

“Let’s go stargaze even if I know to myself that gazing at you is better.” He huskily uttered before smiling and pulling my hand to go out the window. He assisted me to climb up the roof carefully before he followed.

He gently guided me to a spot between his legs where I could sit comfortably. As his arms wrapped around me and his big hands devoured my tiny hands, I laid my back on his chest.

Nothing beats sitting on the roof with the guy you want to spend the rest of your life with, gazing at thousands of sparkling stars in the midnight sky, which isn’t quite midnight yet, but let’s call it that anyway.

 “Did you know that the sun is a star?” Miguel said as he rested his chin on my left shoulder. Our eyes glued on the sky full of stars above us. 

“uh-huh.”

“Personally, I think that stars don’t appear only at night because if it only appears in the darkness, the isn’t it unfair that it doesn’t appear during bright days?” he said in a serious expression which made me laugh a bit. 

“That doesn’t make any sense. And the sun is a star because science shit.” I replied which made him laugh as well.

“Yeah I know, I didn’t know what to say so I just wasted my saliva for bullshit.” He said while chuckling because of his darkness. What he said didn’t really make sense but he’s still cute so never mind.

“but let me tell you something, my princess.” He sat properly so I faced him to give all of my attention.

“if all the stars disappears, that doesn’t mean that its over. Darkness is everywhere already. No, don’t forget that the moon is still there, there to light up the darkness. And it lights up the most. So don’t ever think that you’re alone and your life is pure darkness just because the stars disappears.” He smiled for a while before continuing.

“the stars will appear again. But they may not be the same stars from before again.”

11:55 pm

When I got tired of watching the stars above the sky. I faced Miguel.

Miguel had the same dark grey eyes. The same dark grey eyes I used to always stare at since when I was six. He had the same small nose. The same small nose I used to always poke when we were toddlers since it was cute. He had the same chubby and soft cheeks. The same cheeks I used to always squish whenever I’m ecstatic, annoyed, sad, or normal. He had the same sexy pinkish lips. The first same sexy pinkish lips I kissed when I was ten. He had the same long golden hair. The same long golden hair I used to braid or play with when im bored though I always envy his hair since its straight and silky more as hell than mine. And lastly, he had the same effect on me.

Only realizing it now, his face was only an inch away from mine. His deep breaths made me look hotter.

“Advance Happy Birthday, I love you my princess.” Miguel said.

I slowly shut my eyes as tears started forming in my eyes. Seconds have passed and sobs started to come out. I slowly opened my eyes to look at the time.

12:00 AM 

May 15, 2021

“It was all a dream” I told myself.

Miguel died because of the car accident. If only I hadn’t been selfish and let him go home that night, maybe he’s still with me right now celebrating my birthday.

It’s been exactly a year since my star vanished.

It’s just unfair that among billions of stars out there, he’s the one chosen to be vanished.

I held onto the shirt he gave me a year ago on my birthday while crying hard. It will never not be painful as hell.

His smile, his eyes, his dimples, his long golden hair, my Miguel that I will never get to see anymore.

“Wherever you are right now, I hope you’re happy.” I sobbed while looking above the sky full of stars. “I don’t do promises but I’m doing it now. I promise that I will continue living the nights with different stars. Only for you, baby. I miss you so much.

 - meng✨

June 09, 2021

[thecluelessredhead]

Sunset Curve: A Hollywood Legacy

Summary: Sunset Curve, the greatest new band of the ‘90s, was supposed to die. One fatal decision to change it all. One fatal decision was never made. 

Put simply it’s an AU in which Luke, Alex, and Reggie never died.

Word Count: 2912

Chapter 1 of ???

Additional notes at the bottom.

Chapter One

“Okay, well, I’m thinking we fuel up before the show,” the lead singer was saying. “I’m thinking street dogs.” He looked at each of his bandmates in turn, and waited eagerly for their approval. The boys didn’t respond immediately, for their rhythm guitarist had caused a distraction by leaping off the stage and walking suavely up to a woman wiping down the table, who had been cheering moments earlier. “Hey, Bobby, where you going?” The other three band members exchanged a knowing glance, but gladly followed their friend down the stage stairs and to where the girl stood, a slight smirk on her face. 

“I’m good,” the one walking away called back to the singer. Then, he turned to face the woman, and plastered a coy smile. “Vegetarian,” he said to her, placing his hands on the table she was wiping down. “I could never hurt an animal.”

The woman didn’t respond directly to him, but instead addressed his approaching bandmates. “You guys were really good,’ she gushed. 

“Thank you.” Luke accepted the compliment with a shy but proud grin. 

“I see a lot of bands,” the girl went on. “Been in a couple myself. I was really feeling it.” Something in her face told the boys that she didn’t say these things to just anyone. 

“Yeah, that’s what we do this for,” the lead singer said, stepping into his confidence. “I’m Luke, by the way.” Luke was the shortest of the group, and his face seemed to hold a constant expression of flirtation beneath his chestnut hair, which wasn’t entirely untrue.

“Hi, I’m Reggie.” It was the bass player who had spoken, and he was beaming. He had deep brown hair, a slender build, and a look of blissful oblivion. He put in his two cents quickly, and got out of the way. 

“Alex,” was all the drummer said, for he wasn’t interested in the girl. He was the biggest of the group and his blond hair was hidden under a black backwards hat. When he had ceased speaking, he put his hands back into his pockets and resumed slouching next to Reggie.

“Bobby,” the self pronounced vegetarian announced, trying to draw attention back to himself. He had a deep, soothing voice, and hair parted perfectly down the middle. He may have been counted out of Sunset Curve’s value, but that would’ve been erroneous. 

“Nice meeting you guys,” the waitress answered, and though her voice was kind, a hint of mockery and sarcasm could’ve been detected. If so, it only made the boys like her more. “I’m Rose.” 

“Oh, uh, here’s our demo.” Reggie offered her a black CD, with a practiced smirk. “And a T-shirt, size beautiful.” Rose accepted both items with a simper that matched Reggie’s. Alex merely groaned at Reggie’s smarmy efforts. 

Rose ignored him as she held the shirt up to her torso and examined it. It was a plain white garment, with the words Sunset Curve written in black across the front. “Thanks.” She beamed, and this time it was genuine. “I’ll make sure not to wipe the tables down with this one,” she joked, throwing the shirt over her shoulder.

“Oh, good call! Whenever they get wet, they just kinda… fall apart in your hands,” Alex informed her, making an awkward visual with his fingers. He trailed off, clearly feeling awkward about his addition to the conversation, though no one really noticed his discomfort. His hands returned to his pockets.

On that note, Bobby was eager to get rid of them. “Don’t you guys have to go get hot dogs?” 

Hot dogs was something that the band members had yet to agree to. Luke turned and looked expectantly at his friends, who seemed to think. 

Reggie was the one who spoke up. “Actually, my older sister Carla is in town for the show. I was going to go meet her.” Luke nodded, and turned to face Alex for his opinion. 

Alex looked uncomfortable now that the spotlight was on him. He took his hands out of his pockets and rubbed them together nervously. “I was actually kinda hoping to get a little time to breathe before the show.” He didn’t like admitting this to anyone, especially not someone he had just met. His hands quickly returned to his pockets and he looked down at the ground.

“Oh, cool,” Luke said, turning in a quarter circle so that he faced Rose again, even though he didn’t plan on speaking to her again that night. Now that all three bandmates had abandoned him, what did that leave for him to do? Luke, now slightly upset at being left alone just before a life changing night, pushed Bobby aside and leaned toward Rose. “He had a hamburger for lunch.” Alex, Reggie, and Rose giggled as Luke walked away, basking in the light of a successful joke. Bobby groaned at being out done by Luke once again. 

Luke, Alex, and Reggie all left together through a side door, leaving Bobby to pick up the pieces of his failed flirting practices. 

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Luke exclaimed happily as they strolled into the alley.

“The smell of Sunset Boulevard?” Alex asked, wrinkling his nose, and looked around, as if searching for the source of the constant odour. 

Luke stopped walking to look into Alex’s green eyes. “No.” He laughed and gave Alex a playful shove. “It’s what that girl said in there tonight.” Luke kicked up puddles and spoke as if the event hadn’t just happened. “About our music, all right?” He turned to look at Alex again. “It’s like an energy. It connects us with people. They can feel us when we play.” He stopped walking again as the group reached the end of the alley. He pulled his bandmates into his arms. “I want that connection with everybody.”

“Then, we’re going to need more T-shirts,” Reggie said, taking the serious edge off of Luke's monologue. Luke laughed and looked back and forth between Alex and Reggie. 

It came to a point where the three had to go their separate ways, and they said their goodbyes, despite the fact that what Luke had said held true and they would always be connected to one another. 

Luke walked alone down the sidewalk, past crowds already lining up to come to see the show. While he walked, he thought. At first, his thoughts were directed toward Reggie, and he wondered how someone who had such a difficult time at home could be so happy and think so simply all the time. He wondered if Alex still thought about Luke in the way Luke thought about Alex. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer to that particular inquiry. Luke pondered about what Bobby thought about, for he was the one person Luke could never truly get to. Never really read. 

Luke forced himself to push these thoughts aside, and think only of the show. This was to be the night of his life, and he decided to cherish his last few moments before his world was wound upside down. So, he dragged his mind to nothingness, and continued on his search for something to do. 

Alex was having just as hard a time as Luke. He had yet to calm his nerves, and was getting discouraged, which always led nowhere good. The night was cooling off quickly and darkening at twice that rate. Alex stood on a street corner waiting as patiently as he could for the light to turn. He rubbed his hands up and down his arms and returned them to his pockets in a vain attempt to warm up. Traffic was bad. Cars roared across the boulevard, headlights blaring, and for one wild moment, Alex feared one would veer off the road and hit him. He would soon discover that that was the very least of his worries. 

Alex felt ridiculous, being off on his own when the band’s biggest performance was rearing its head like a serpent before him. He sucked in a deep breath, and the air seemed to harden in his lungs.. He looked once more at the traffic as he turned to head back to the Orpheum, and wallow. 

His final glance was one that saved a life. 

A figure was flying too fast into the street on a skateboard. The being pushed off the asphalt with his right foot, and a grin was visible on his face as he pushed the limits of death. Cars blew their horns,and slammed on the brakes. Alex’s fears were almost realized as vehicles swerved to avoid the daredevil. The man giggled and turned on his skateboard to cross the boulevard again. Alex’s heart stopped in his chest, but the cars didn’t. 

In one moment of complete insanity, the drummer lunged took two long strides and lunged across the street, snatching the skater in a flying tackle. The two of them hit the pavement and rolled, knocking people out of the way. Alex felt his back hit a wall, the boy still wrapped in his arms, and he opened his eyes. They were met by a mop of glossy, luxurious, brown hair. Alex didn’t have long to look however, because as soon as they stopped rolling, the figure fought to free himself from Alex’s clutches. Alex relinquished his hold wordlessly and allowed the man to wriggle away. The boy leapt to his feet and grabbed his skateboard from where it lay on the sidewalk a few feet away to examine it. 

“Aww, you dinged my board!” he whined, without looking up at Alex. 

Alex stood up, suddenly very heated. “Dinged your board? Dude, I saved your life!” The boy looked up at him, as if realizing for the first time that Alex had rescued him. Upon meeting his eyes, his head cocked to one side, and he studied Alex’s face carefully. The boy took in Alex’s handsome features, and made an unconscious decision to give the guy a chance. He smirked slightly at the scrunch in Alex’s eyebrows, and hitched up his skateboard in his left hand. 

He reached up with his other hand to pull off his helmet while he spoke. “Yeah. yeah, thanks. I guess it’s about time that I learned-” He stopped speaked, and bent his neck to shake out his hair. He whipped his head back up, and Alex’s eyes caught each one of that man’s features as if his movements were in slow motion. “-skating in traffic is bad,” he finished, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ears. Alex made a frustrated mental note that the boy had the handsomest of ears. The boy’s brown eyes were scrutinizing him, and he realized his mouth was hanging open. The boy seemed to take his silence and flustered face to mean he was upset, and pursed his lips. “Hey,” he said gently. “Thanks.” Even if the words were weak, the sentiment was solid and powerful. 

“Yeah.” Alex nodded, regaining his composure. “It was nothing.” He stuck out his hand. 

“Sure, it was,” the boy said, lazily accepting Alex’s honesty, taking hand and shaking it. 

“I’m, uh, Alex.” He grinned.

“Cool, I’m Willie.”

Willie. The name stuck in Alex’s brain, and it was as if at that moment, the six letters were being engraved in his head, so that he would never forget. They had stopped shaking hands, but had yet to let go. Alex’s hand was the first to fall. 

“So, do you often make stupid choices?” Alex asked. Now that his initial shock of seeing the boy had gone, his miffed attitude was returning. 

“Yes,” Willie answered, defensively. “Do you often save lives?”

“No,” Alex replied, melting again under the boy’s warm gaze. 

“Who are you?” Willie looked around unexpectedly, as if searching for some mysterious answer. “Some sort of hero?”

Alex blushed hard, blood rushing to his cheeks and drawing his eyes toward his nose. Willie noticed, and reddened as well. “No. No, not a hero. Just a drummer.”

“Ahhh!” Willie smiled, and began to walk away, expecting Alex to follow. Alex, however, remained still, his head turned slightly as he watched Willie go, his feet seemingly glued to the concrete. It didn’t take Willie much time to realize his new acquaintance wasn’t with him, and he turned back. “You coming or what?”

Alex was certain that the blood rising in his face was becoming permanent. “Um, no. No, I don’t think I will.” He shuffled his feet nervously, and Willie attentive caught onto that fidget.

“Why not?” he asked, taking two uncommonly long strides back to Alex. He was close, and looked up into the taller boy’s large green eyes, with a curiosity and concern that was not to be expected from someone as reckless as him. 

“I have a gig tonight. Yeah, my, uh, my band’s playing the Orpheum. Well it’s not my band. I’m in the band, but uh-“ Alex cut himself off. Willie was grinning. 

“The Orpheum, huh?” He nodded slowly, as if coming up with a clever scheme. “So, why aren’t you there?”

Alex chewed on the inside of his cheek and thought about how to answer that question. He decided on the truth, in the hopes that Willie would be appreciative of it either way. “I wanted some air. This is kind of a big night for us. Like, life changing.”

Willie’s eyes crinkled like he was pondering these words. He seemed to understand what Alex was saying, despite never being in such a situation himself. “Can I stop by? Cheer you on?” he inquired, nudging Alex gently with his elbow, and biting his lip in a suppressed smile, which only made Alex blush again.

“You don’t have a ticket,” he pointed out.

Willie shrugged, as if the rules were just a formality. “Please. I’ll find a way in.” 

Alex opened his mouth to protest, but Willie cut him off by holding up a single finger. 

“I’ll see you there.” He grinned, slipped on his helmet, dropped his skateboard, and skated away, leaving Alex both nervous and flustered.

Reggie was standing patiently outside of the airport, waiting for Carla. Standing is a bit of a stretch. Reggie seemed to live in a constant state of movement, and right now, he was walking dreamily in circles and kicking up puddles just for the heck of it. He was beginning to get a few funny looks, being a seventeen year old boy, standing outside an airport, splashing through rainwater, but Reggie didn’t want to go inside. He didn’t like airport security, because taking off his shoes made him uncomfortable, and he always got lost. So, both he and Carla decided it was best for him to remain outside while she got all of her affairs in order. 

“Reggie,” a voice asked, and he knew it was her. He whirled around, throwing water in a perfect ring around his legs. Reggie didn’t say anything as he approached his sister, only spread his arms and went into her welcoming ones. She then stepped away from him and held him at an arm's distance to look at him. She looked proud of him. 

“Hey!” Reggie exclaimed finally. “How was your flight?” 

Carla shrugged, mostly wanted to hear more from Reggie. “Fine.” 

Reggie stooped down, and eagerly took one of her bags from the ground where she had set them to embrace him. “And how’s college?” he pressed.

“Oh, you know,” Carla said evasively. Reggie laughed and shook his head, and Carla had to give in to his boyish excitement. His joy was contagious. “Okay, well my classes are great,” she began as they started to walk. “I got this great internship working for one of the most incredible professors there. She thinks like me, and understands the changes we need to be making to the modern education system.” Reggie waited eagerly for more. “And I’ve been hanging out with this one girl, who I swear is the most brilliant and funny human being I’ve ever met. And you know how I feel about hyperboles.”

“They're useless. Say what you mean,” Reggie repeated what his sister had been drilling into his head since he had learned the meaning of the word. 

“Exactly.” Carla beamed at him.

“Can I meet her?” Reggie pleaded. Carla elbowed him in the kidney, and he wasn’t entirely sure why, so he dropped the subject. 

“No, tell me about you! How’s the band? How are the guys?” she asked. 

“They’re great. Can’t wait to see you again. You’re coming to the show right?”

They had arrived at the Peters’ house. 

“Of course!” Carla promised. Reggie grinned goofily. Neither went inside the house, and Carla asked the question both had been dancing around for the entirety of their short walk. “How are Mom and Dad?”

Reggie’s grin faded. “The same. Most nights, I don’t come home. But they don’t notice.”

“I’m sorry I left you with that,” Carla said, and she looked like she meant it. 

Reggie avoided her gaze. “It’s okay. You had a chance to get out. And I’ve got the band.”

Carla nodded. “You should’ve had me.”

“Shall we go in?” Reggie asked, determined to change the subject.

“If we must,” Carla answered, throwing her head back in a regal way, linking arms with her brother and turning to face the house, which from the outside look peaceful. 

Together, feeding off each other’s bravery, the pair approached the front door.

Notes: Thanks for making it this far. I’m not on Ao3 or any of that, so this is what you get. Next chapter will definitely be longer, I just really wanted to get this first one out in the open, so bear with me and be kind. Also, I felt like this was very heavy on Willex, but I hope you enjoyed the theory that I creaed with them. Also, sorry the first part is like, just the show. The title and summary make me cringe, too, feel free to disregard that. Reblogs are appreciated, and hope you enjoyed!

[andidrewrose]

And I drew roses

      Andrew Rose

Information 

Name : Andrew Cole

Surname : Courtenay Rose

Nickname : Andy, Drew

Title : Earl of Carlisle

Age : 20 years old, coming for his 21st

Nationality: British

Sexual orientation : Bisexual

Activities : Painting, drawing, fencing, horse riding, reading, learning

House : Napoleon

Major : Psychology

Year : 3rd

Story

Andrew was born in England, to a white wealthy earl father and a black British-Caribbean mother. 

He has an older sister who is studying politics at Oxford, and a little brother who is still in high school.

He grew up in their family mansion located in a town in the countryside. Until he was height.

He accidentally killed his father in the woods during an archery practice when he was eight years old. 

Their neighbours accused his mother for the crime, became very racists towards what was left of this family, forcing the Courtenays to move from town. They ended up in a town called Whitney.

When his father died, they lost most of the family’s incomes and everyone tried to suck money out of them in every way they could. Their status went from very wealthy to high middle class. 

His father’s mother didn’t really want to help the daughter-in-law she never liked, but she loved her grandchildren and offered to pay for their education if she could see them regularly. 

When going to their grandma’s, which was a whole floor of the castle she ran, Andrew used to take fencing lessons and do some horse riding, along with going to parties. With his grandmother could have a taste of the aristocracy life he missed when he killed his father. 

He was desperate to quit England for any other country. With the advice of his mother and grandmother he chose Astor Academy to learn psychology. (full story at the end)

Facts 

Due to the big trauma he endured as a child, Andrew has been struggling with mental health his whole life. 

He draws and paints since the accident. He also started doing graffiti when he was a teenager. This is one of his way of coping. 

His grandmother sells his paintings to her friends and to some amateurs by exposing them in her castle. 

One of his recurrent pattern in his paintings are red dots, a vivid image from the accident.

 One unhealthy way was drugs, when he was in high school. He finally realized it wasn’t what he needed when coming to Astor Academy.

His real drug is danger, despair, and the adrenaline that comes with it. He realized he only felt alive when he was facing his death. 

Psychology is his major because he has a history with psychologist and psychiatrists and he feel like he needs to help other children like him. He wants to specialize in Child Psychology. 

He has a british accent.

He took his mother’s name when enlisting for Astor, as a way to let this tragedy and a part of himself behind him.

No one knows that he killed his father. And doesn’t want to tell anybody.

Character

Most of the time, Andrew is pretty chill. He likes to hang out with people, without being too outgoing. 

In a group, he won’t be the most talkative one, but he will never miss an opportunity to make a sarcastic comment. As youngsters say, he is “fluent in sarcasm”. 

He likes to tease his friends, making them laugh and laughing with them.

He will gladly play along with someone’s prank or act.

He makes sure to always compliment his friends when they do something that needs complimenting, for their work, their outfit, their ideas, their good actions...

He’s not easy to anger, but he can be easily annoyed.

He is very good-mannered and polite. His “posh” vibes are always fighting with his “hooligan” vibes. 

He doesn’t want anyone to know he has a title and that he comes from aristocracy. He tells everyone he’s from an average rich family. 

When it comes to him, his feelings and his past, he’s very secretive. Which can make him look like he’s being mysterious. 

If he is going through a depressed phase, he can be very moody.

If you get him on a topic that he has strong opinions or that he is passionate about, he would gladly talk hours about it. 

He takes his studies seriously, and even if he likes to go out, you will often see him in the library or his room studying. 

/tw : sh\ Though he doesn’t harm himself anymore, he is drawn to self-harming situations, aka dangerous ones. He will seek a way to make himself pay for what he did. 

Interpretation of the character based on the information given on the skeletons (one paragraph):

Made-up confidence. Perfect appearance. Wit and sarcasm. His smile can charm but, no matter how good he is at controlling everything about himself, attempting to reach for the boy he was, his eyes don’t fool anyone. Truth is, Andrew has never really been well since the incident. He has rarely felt alive at all. Seeking comfort in everything he could, alcohol, drugs, sex... Anything that may cover the void. But all of this didn’t do it for him. Numbing himself away from reality never really was the solution, even if he was convinced it was, for a moment back in high school. But the emptiness was still there. No, he realized this was not his cure. In order to feel alive, he had to feel like he was pushing himself to the edge of death. Waking his brain the fuck up. Tricking it into thinking he was going to die, so he could have access to this primitive part of his brain, survival mode, that made him feel so alive. Challenge. Danger. Fear. Adrenaline. Desperate hope. However, one who doesn’t really know him couldn’t guess this side of him. He seems so charming and sweet...

His only healthy way of copying mechanism is art. Painting. Graffiti tags. Leaving a permanent mark. One that cannot be erased so easily. Greater than oneself. At the end, the final result is the history of every line you made. Either if you meant to trace it or not.

History (give your chosen character a brief background):

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. His life. It wasn’t supposed to go like this.

He was — is — the son of an English earl. Growing up in a respectable family, in the mansion in this lovely english town, with his sister and brother, his parents, the grandparents and cousins never too far away. It should have been a pretty, happy, privileged life.

Living far from the stress and pollution of the city, in a rich town where you grow up with the same people and create unbreakable bonds that will last forever after you all part ways and when you meet, five, ten years later, the friendship and camaraderie never faded away, and you talk about the good old days and how simple were things before. Getting every luxury you would have feel like wanting to have, affording every trip, every piece of clothing, every jewelry, every unnecessary whim. Getting the best education of the country, with special individual teachers, piano, violin, french, german, horse riding, boxing, fencing lessons. Getting into Eton. Not having to bother to acknowledge the price of anything. Having the possibility to do everything you fucking want because money and status can repay for everything, because money can buy everything, and everyone. Meeting the elite of the nation in splendorous parties and gatherings. Being beautiful, handsome and resplendent. Envied. Desired. Feeling powerful and invincible.

But none of this happened to Andrew. Not to his sister, or his brother. All because of him. He is responsible for so many of his family’s problems. And it has always been a burden he had to carry alone. And a fucking big one.

His father died when he was eight. Colin Courtenay was a British noble and business man. He came from a rich family and intended to make his family even richer. He had ambition. He was well respected amongst his peers. He was at the head of a big fortune and when he unexpectedly died, the mess that came as the aftermath was a nightmare.

Colin’s wife, Andrew’s mother, Sarah Courtenay, was already devastated enough by her loss, but she had to bear the accusations that were made against her. This was a little town, and gossip and rumors are the pillars of its life. People knew that Sarah did not came from a family as rich as her husband’s, quite the contrary even, and family’s friends and others would have heard that the couple wasn’t the happiest at the moment. But this was more than gossip, this was real accusations. People in town would accuse her of commanding the murder of her husband. She hired someone to kill her husband in the woods so she would inherit his fortune and title for her son, Andrew. They would spit it at her, along some racist slur directed at her and her children, especially Andrew. From one day to the other, the all town was revealing its true nature. People they considered as friends were turning against them. The harassment wouldn’t stop. They couldn’t live here anymore. They had to get away. All because of him. The thing is, Andrew was responsible for his father’s death.

They first went to some land that was his father’s. But they had to move from there quickly too when the news got to the villagers’ hears. Colin’s mother was also trying to legally take back all her son’s land and wealth, she never trusted her daughter-in-law. She tried to keep the children with her too, but Sarah would never let go of them.

So they quickly moved into a house in Whitney. Sarah, who graduated from college with a science degree, had to find a job, something she hadn’t done since she married Colin. Colin’s investors and associates were stealing money where they could. They threatened her to frame her for her husband’s murder if she tried to take legal actions against them.

Sarah spent years and years fighting for her and her children’s well-being. She was a single mother that came from a poor family from Saint-Vincent, and her husband wasn’t here anymore to protect her, all the rich vultures were trying to have a piece of this meal.

Andrew had to watch her mother’s life, all of their lives, go to ruins. Because of one thing he did.

Her mother and grand parents fed him lies. It’s not your fault honey, it’s not your fault. Maybe they meant it. Or they were better liars than his siblings. The way his sister looked at him was speaking for itself. She saw everything. 

Their father’s mother would eventually help them. Only because she still loved her grandchildren and demanded to see them when she pleased. She would in exchange pay their education and teach them how to run her castle and the domain once she will be gone. Even in his grandmother Andrew could feel resentment towards his person.

The boy just wanted to run away from all this.

He tried building himself a new life in Whitney, new friends, girlfriends, boyfriends. But growing up messed up, biracial and bisexual in a group of uneducated boys, he quickly came to conclusion that nothing will ever be normal again, especially not him.

He sought for a way out. And when he found it, he took it. That’s how he ended up studying psychology in America.

The topic of the change of his last name has been brought many time by him to his mother, so people wouldn’t link them to the drama. She considered it more than once, but never went through. She wanted to claim their belonging to this family and her husband’s memory. However, Andrew made his own decision and took his mother’s name when coming to America. A fresh start. 

[butterflyheart-me]

My Top BL online stories (part 1)

Warning: There will be very naughty scenes 

1.  I never knew the World was this Bright

Theme: Online Gaming, School/College Life

Synopsis:

An Lian never thought he would make friends online when he started playing Red Dragon Quest for the first time. But as it turned out, he finds more than a friend... He finds a husband!

Little does An Lian know, this 'husband' in game is much closer to him in real life than he first suspects...

At the same time, in the real world, An Lian encounters a man named Jian Chen. An Lian remains oblivious to Jian Chen's advances until it is too late, and he is already too deep in the lion's den.

My thoughts:

Very Fluffy, some angst, it really makes the world bright. The MC is such a cinnamon roll while the ML is so protective of MC. Very cute couple

Side couple is super cute too. It was a nice surprise. Supportive friends FTW

2. A Lotus Born of Mud

Theme: Transmigration, Cultivation, Disciple x Master

Trigger Warning: contains sensitive themes such as child abuse, rape and self-harm

Synopsis:

"Lu ShiZun... I like you."

"I like you too XiaoYin."

"... My kind of like is where we'd tumble in bed all day all night kind of like ShiZun..."

*ferociously runs in the opposite direction

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 Lu BiMing was born in the modern ages. However due to orphaned and adopted by cruel people at a young age, his life was as miserable as any life could get. When he finally escapes looking to start a new life he slips up and drowns.

 Whilst in JiangHu lives a man has money and reputation.  He is murdered... by drowning...

 Lu BiMing's life changes after he wakes up in another body. Now he really has literally found a new life where no one knows of his past, his secrets or his fears. However, with a new body comes responsibility too and he soon discovers that twisted secrets exist in this world also.

 He goes out of character,

 He bends the rules,

 But most of all, he's caught the eye of a troubling disciple...

My thoughts:

The MC is very naive and adorable but he’s not weak. He can protect himself. He’s just very dense and unable to realize how attractive he is. He has a very sad life but he still have the strength to fight and make himself and other people he care about happy. 

ML is like a little lost puppy without his master. He can be sexy yet cute at the same time. He is very possesive to the point that he’s showing yandere-ish actions. He’s still sane tho. 

The story itself is very detailed. The characters aren’t one dimensional. Full of gray area. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry and in some cases you might get turned on

3.  I Love You from Alpha to Omega

Theme: Fantasy, Werewolves/Werecat

Trigger: contains scenes of abuse, PTSD

Ezra believed he would never find his mate, until he met Blair. While Ezra was away, training to become an Alpha strong enough to lead his pack, his mother and father adopted a new son into their home. When Ezra returnd home, he worried about competition from his new brother, Blair, for both his title and his parent's love and affection. It comes as a complete surprise to him that Blair is interested in neither. The small, skittish shifter is just a little neko, and above all, Ezra's mate.

    Ezra becomes concerned when his parents, the current Alpha and Luna of his pack, explain to him what little they know about Blair's devastating past. At first Ezra believes his only obstacle is to get his mate to accept him, but as Blair's previous life comes to light, blindsiding the couple, Ezra realizes he may have bit off more than he could chew. Ezra hopes his unconditional love for Blair will guide him in his quest to avenge his mate's honor. Follow Ezra and Blair as together they learn to trust in each other and develop a relationship unlike any other.

"I love you."

"How Much?" He breathlessly questioned.

"From A to Z, from Alpha to Omega." I confessed sincerely.

My Thoughts:

Very sensitive themes but you can really see that love exists between the main characters. It’s a little slow burn romance due to Blair’s past but you can really see how Ezra tries to become patient and understanding for his mate. I like that this story involves other kinds of love such as family/ parental love. Ezra’s parents are just the best. So pure.

2MOONS (Phayo/MingKit/ForthBeam) :

1. Last Descendant 

Theme: Fantasy, Magic, Kinda Avatar: Last Airbender inspired

Summary/ Description:

My name is Wayo Daichapanya. I am a non-magi. I can't seem to awaken my elemental powers. I envy my brother Ming who has awakened his earth magic since he was 5. He is going to go to a college in neutral lands so he can join the Wizards Rumble, a tournament of magic users. He is a powerful earth magic user, I believe he will win. I decided to come along with him to that college because I am quite attached to my brother. I always feel safe when I am with him, I can't imagine going to a different college.

I feel like someone has been stalking me in the college, but I can't seem to find who it is. Who is stalking me?

My thoughts:

Wayo is so such a cinnamon roll. He’s so lovable and innocent. Phana is such a bad ass here and also a possessive perv. 

TONS of MINGYO BROTHERLY cuteness!!!!!!!!

Mingkit is such a cute couple. Literally Fiery Kit and the adorable puppy Ming its just so funny

ForthBeam= trust issues storyline, mostly Beam’s. A very romantic Forth here. 

2. Two Planets

Summary/ Description:

He takes off his mask and what I see next is beyond awesome. Perfect face! He is so handsome. There is no way he is from Earth. Well, he is from Venus. His name is Phana, from the royal family Kongthanin.

My name is Wayo, from the royal family Panitchayasawad. Both of us got chosen as our respective planet's representative to enroll in the Intergalactic School. There will be other students from other planets too!

It has been my dream to know about other planets! But wait. Why is P'Pha holding my hands like this? This is in the school! This is embarrassing! *facepalms*

This story tells about Phana and Wayo, along with their friends from other planets in the Intergalactic School. Phana is from Venus, while Wayo is from Earth. What is about to bloom between the two planets?

My thoughts:

PREPARE TO DIE FROM EXTREME FLUFF AND CUTENESS. Sweet and loving yet possessive and perverted Phana X Innocent and lovable Prince Wayo

I just kept smiling while reading every chapter. THEY ARE BOTH CINNAMON ROLLS HERE! PLUS Phana is NOT A PLAYBOY here! He’s a virgin here.

There will be cameos

3.  Howling at the Moons

Theme: Fantasy,Supernatural, Werewolves, Omegaverse

Summary/ Description:

Yo is a young werewolf who wants nothing more than to experience life. To live, laugh, and love beyond the restrictions he has always known. Will college be his chance to do that?

 In a world where werewolves exist but are still 'in the closet' so to speak, how will our 6 boys handle their lives and loves while hiding one small secret from the world?

My Thoughts:

Very sweet loving couples. Full of Suprises. Cute funny scenes between the side couples (MingKit/ ForthBeam). MINGYO FRIENDSHIP FTW!!!!!! Very smexy scenes. 

4.  Taking a Bite Out of the Moons

Theme: Fantasy, Supernatural, Werewolves, Vampires, Fae

Trigger: School Bullying

Summay/Description:

Wayo is a simple human boy trapped in a lonely little world, until he makes friends with Ming and Forth, werewolves from the local pack. What adventures will they experience on their journey from secondary school students to college kids? And what awaits them at college?

 In a world where werewolves, vampires, and Fae exist and are 'out of the closet' so to speak, can our six boys find happiness and love?

My Thoughts:

Tons of twists and turns. Some light smexy threesome scenes but not all the way. There were actually scenes that made me cry. There will be character developments especially Wayo, Kit and of course Beam. 

CRACK/ GHOSTSHIPS

1. TEARS OF THE MOON (Forthyo)

The storyline is similar to 2moons but with Forth as lead

Summary/Description:

Ming being Ming  told me surely I had misunderstood and I so wanted it to be true, so I gladly accepted this point of view  although I knew without a shadow of doubt that I  had not misheard neither did I misunderstand.  That  night I chose to lie to myself  since I was not  prepared  to let go of P' Pha.

My Thoughts:

Seriously ship Forthyo here. Healthy relationship!!!

2.  Circus Freak (Mingyo)

Theme: Vampire, School Life

My Thoughts:

Sweet, lovely. Classic Besties turned Lovers with a twist

3. Guardian Angel (Mingyo)

Theme: School life

Summary/Description:

Ming blinks. This is this frist day in his new school and he has to witness a kid being hanged upside down in his one feet up the tree.

A thick glasses are dropped on the grass.

"Hey, do you know where the principal office is?" Ming asked him.

"Uhm. I want to show you but my sight is no use without my glasses." He said. His braces is colored blue.

Ming get the glasses from the grass and put it in the boy's eyes. Still with him hanging upside down.

He blinks several times to get used of the sudden clear sight. "Wow. You are handsome."

Ming blinks several times. "Wha...t...."

"There...." the boy points at one of the dirrection.

Ming blinks. "Why don't you just show me?" He said.

"I would like to, but if you haven't notice yet, I am hanged upside down here." He said. "Beside, you better not seen with me. You'll get trouble."

"Like what?"

"This."

Ming blinks. "Yeah... maybe my trouble would be much bigger than that. But hell with that." He puts down his back pack and then climbs up the tree.

Not long after, the boy with glasses and braces hit the ground with a loud thump sound.

Ming laughs. "You are so silly."

My Thoughts:

Bad boy/ Naughty Ming x Openly gay and sassy Wayo. Daddy kinks

This is all for now. Sorry all of them are on wattpad. the ones from other sites such as novelupdates are still ongoing so i couldn’t complete them yet

i’ll post more once i finished some more and depends if you guys want me to post more of these. 

I still haven’t finished tons of webnovels and fanfic coz they are either still updating or i got really distracted. ANY WAY PLEASE SUPPORT THE AUTHORS THEY DESERVE LOVE! 

let’s talk and discuss more love!!!

[roseravenkey]

Rider Challenge #3: The Beach

URL: @roseravenkey

@thescorpioracesfestival

Character: Tessa Westfall

Despite my turmoil of the news Rea gave me yesterday, I have to keep my wits about me today. Today is the first day all the capaill uisce will be on the beach at once. Sleipnir has been on the beach a few times, but not with this many capaill since last year’s races. He’s going to be more highly strung than normal. I must keep my wits about me. He will be like a different beast today. That’s the mistake people make on the beach that gets them killed. They think they know a capall, but when it’s that close to the sea with so many of its kind around it, they change. I will not make that mistake today. Someone will die, but I’ll make sure it won’t be me. 

I have Sleipnir groomed and tacked up, ready to take to the beach. He’s adorned with iron bells in his mane, tail, and feathers, laced in with his signature green ribbons. He looks handsome, but he’s skittish on the end of his rope, dancing and singing. He is not wearing his saddle. I don’t trust him enough to ride him today. No, today we will go down to the beach to get back into the feel of Scorpio again. It’s not just him I don’t trust today. I’ve seen a man be ripped clean out of his saddle at beach training by another capall. He had been afraid of his own, but he forgot about all the others that would be there. The last we saw of him, a group of capaill had surrounded him, bleeding red into the cold surf.

Sebastian and Rea are with me, bringing Dor and Jetta with them. Like Sleipnir, Dor and Jetta wear the iron bells and ribbons. Dor in blue, Jetta in deep red. Neither have a saddle on. It’s the way we were taught. The three of us seem to be the only ones with any sense on this island by not riding our capaill on the first day of beach training.

So we all walk the way to the beach. It’s not far, just ten minutes walk. Then again, nothing is very far on Thisby. As we presumed, the beach is swarming with capaill. We can see the mess of the beach. Hundreds of half moon crescents in the sand where the capaill have stood, the waves of the sea are being kicked up by man and beast alike, but the most chilling of all are the red smears of gore which have already begun to stain the sand crimson. 

We can see at the other end of the beach a fight between two capaill has broken out, so I make a mental note to avoid that area. Walking to the beach, we stand there, trying to get used to the beach again. I kind of love it, but it terrifies me. I’ll just think that Sleipnir is settling down, when a capall somewhere down the beach will scream and set him off again. He doesn’t cease his dancing as the capall screams again and he keens back. It’s an unearthly sound, the song of the capaill, and it chills me to the bone. Every time Sleipnir is set off, it irritates Jetta, who every time he makes a sound, she pins her ears and snakes her head at him, teeth bared. They’re far enough apart that as long as Rea and I keep our wits, we should be fine. In theory anyway. Dor likes the excitement of the beach, his tail is straight in the air, his head is high and his ears pricked. Unlike Sleipnir though, he is stood stock still, his nostrils flaring as he takes in the scents. Occasionally his head snaps around and he opens his mouth with his teeth on show when he hears or sees something new, but his feet do not budge until Sebastian tugs on his bridle.

Slowly, we manage to dodge capaill, salesmen, and running riders to edge closer to the water. There are less people closer to the water, as they are afraid of letting their capaill to close to it, lest they get dragged in, but we’ve been riding on the cliffs for a while now, the main reason we’re on the beach to start with is to help our mounts get used to the beach and the water. People are so afraid of the sea, but they forget to train their capaill to become more accustomed to being near it without going mad. That’s our strategy anyway. So we get to within feet of the waves, the salty wind lifting and knotting our hair. The capaill have their ears pricked toward the ocean, and far off in the distance I think I see something breach the surface. I look to my left and it seems Sebastian has seen it too. A look to my right at Rea confirms it. I look back to the spot among the waves to see if it emerges again. It does. The granite coloured head and neck of a wild capall uisce can be seen above the water for just a second until it disappears to the depths again. Granted none of them are ever completely tame, but this is a capall completely untouched by people. Dangerous and deadly.

None of us have spoken since getting to the beach. There’s hardly any point, it’s so loud we’d have a  hard time hearing each other. However our capaill are getting even more restless than they were before and we’ve been here maybe an hour or so, just creeping to the shoreline, so the three of us all look at each other and unanimously make the decision to call it a day. If we stay any longer, especially on the first day, we could put ourselves in serious danger. We walk back up the beach at an excruciatingly slow pace, and just before we leave the beach, we have to walk past a shape hidden under a white sheet. There are two things the sheet can’t cover though, the sheer amount of blood and gore seeping through it and on the ground around it, and the fact that the shape under the sheet is humanoid, but misshapen with joints at odd angles, pieces missing, and a chest cavity with a horrifying hole in it just too big for the sheet to mask. It was bound to happen, everyone knew it, someone was always going to die today, but even still, we are never ready for it. Sebastian is walking first and asks an official standing next to the body,

“Who was it?”

The official hesitates a little before replying,

“I suppose you have the right to know, Mr. Westfall. It was Old Farmer Jon Benet’s boy, Thomas.”

“Thank you, sir. Our condolences to the family.” My brother hides his emotions well, but I can tell he is distraught. Thomas had been one of his close friends for years. I put my hand over my mouth in shock.

“I’m sorry, lad. I know you were close.” 

Sebastian ducks his head now when he walks away with Dor, stooped and withdrawn. I can’t look at the sheet any longer. I dip my eyes to look at Sleipnir’s hooves as we follow Sebastian. We all walk home in silence. Rea splits off to go to her home with a quick goodbye. Once she’s gone, we continue to walk in silence. At home Sebastian turns to me,

“I’m sorry Tess, I need to go in. Please put Dor away for me? I just need... I just need to...”

“Yes, I understand. Pass him here and you go in.”

“Thanks Tessie.” He passes me Dor’s reins and strides into the house. I put away both capaill in their stables and gave them their feeds. I put Dor’s tack away on its peg, then take Sleipnir’s back to the house once I’m done and everything’s away. Walking in through the kitchen I see my brother hunched over in a seat at the kitchen table. He looks up as I come in. His eyes are bloodshot, cheeks flushed, and eyes streaming. I’ve never seen my brother in such a state and I can’t bear to see him like this. He sniffs and when he speaks his voice is cracked and raw.

“I’m sorry, Tess. It’s just that he was one of my best friends, you know? I just can’t get my head around the fact that I will never see him again.”

“Don’t be sorry, Sebs. You have a right to feel how you do. I feel crap too, and I didn’t hang out with him all that much so I can only imagine what it must be like for you.” I toss the bridle in my hand onto a chair and sit on the one next to it, opposite my brother.

“What can I do to help?” I ask him.

“I don’t know. I don’t think there is anything you can do.” He replies.

“How about a mug of hot chocolate? That’s a start at least.”

“Thank you, that’d be nice... Did I ever tell you I have the best sister in the world?”

I smile and stand up to make the hot drink for him. It’s the least I can do to help him grieve. Once it’s made he accepts it gratefully and I give him a hug before settling back in my chair opposite him. We sit there in the pale kitchen light in relative quiet with out drinks for a while until Sebs declares that he needs a little time alone. I gladly let him go to his room and I wash up before going upstairs too, taking Sleipnir’s bridle with me and hanging it on its hook on the wall.

[freedomforclones]

Animara Chapter 1 The Calm Before

Shena awoke to the sound of thunder outside her tent.

A tear in the damp fabric above had allowed rain drops to fall onto her face. She shouldn't have minded the coldness of the moisture. After all her kind had evolved from the sea. And although they have long since passed the hindrance of only breathing water; for them water was their life and their strength and to despise it should have gone against her very instinct as an aquatic.

Regardless, she still could not help but feel annoyed by the continued disruptive rhythm of the droplets hitting her forehead and interrupting her two hours of sleep.

"Never thought I would be sick of water." she muttered to herself drearily before letting out a long exhausted yawn. Her hand moved across her face to wipe away the frigid water. She stared and played with the small droplets as they traveled down the fingers' of her gloves.

     It had been nearly four years since she had seen the clear oceans surrounding the capital. Five long years of fighting in lands she had never visited, against races she had never met prior to her deployment.

But coming from a military family, she was expected to fulfill her duty to herself and her family name once tyranny unveiled its ugly presence in the world yet again. Especially at the hands of her nations enemies.

She was honored to fight for the monarchy, and besides its not as if she had been raised to do anything but be a soldier anyhow.

So now here she was, in charge of this mess.

     Shena and her men had been ordered to defend a local mountain pass leading to the last jungle province of the monarchy from falling into enemy hands. They just had to hold out until reinforcements arrived. Or so they were told.

Her platoon's camp was located atop a massive elevated mound near a ditch of muddy stone ruins and vines deep within the jungle, that had been destroyed from battles long since passed. It was cold, damp, and it had not stopped raining in months. Everyone was miserable, on both sides.

The enemy had been ordered to take the pass, and had tried and failed nine times before. But they had been repelled desperately by Shena's platoon in each of the previous waves.

They would have just given up and gone home if they were any ordinary mercenaries, for money was the only incentive for their kind usually in this war.

But these were no ordinary mercenaries.

They were facing army ant's. The most destructive and aggressive of all ant races.

Their queen had rented her nomadic warriors cheaply to fight for their neighboring nation, the wealthy Savanna Sovereignty, in another desperate effort to lift her shattered empire out of poverty and return it to it's ancient glory.

'They would never surrender' as Shena sadly knew all to well.

When army ants have a mission tasked by their royal highness, they will complete it through sheer numbers and brutality or die trying. After all they viewed their own lives as worthless, and their mother could always make more to replace her fallen children.The bodies of their dead brothers and sisters had piled up near the pass, and the bugs had actually pushed them together to form a makeshift barrier for cover from Shena's  soldiers.

'The depths some will go to achieve victory.' Shena thought to herself disgusted. But then again maybe she should not have been one to judge another species actions and history given her own ancestry.

She shifted and turned over in her bed trying to get comfortable. Wrapping her thin tail behind her slender body as her head hung carelessly over the side, seeing a distorted reflection in a puddle on the muddy floor. Two black soulless eyes, a long pointed snout and countless  razor-sharp triangular teeth staring right back at her weary face. One might be forgiven for thinking a monster was starring back at them if this is what they saw as a reflection, but for her this was nothing out of the ordinary.

For Shena was a blue shark, and her ancestors had prowled the sea devouring any prey in their path. And although consuming sentient prey species had long been outlawed in most civilized nations, predators still invoke fear and terror as a result of their physical traits. After all that is the role evolution had specially designated for them.

"Excuse me Lieutenant?"

Shena, sensed someone approaching her quarters from outside in the harsh rain. She recognized the gentle voice to who it belonged to as well as the scent of its speaker. She stood upright in her bed and straightened her perfect posture to reply formally.

"Yes Corporal? What have you to report?" she spoke aloud while rubbing her dreary eyes awake.

The soldier poked his helmeted face through the tent soaking wet before replying.

"No sight of the enemy yet ma'm but our sentries will notify us if they spot anything approaching our position." The soldier then paused as if trying to form an elaborate and thoughtful statement.

"On the plus side at least our boys on watch duty tonight are getting an extra bath thanks to the rain, they stink." The soldier chuckled.

'Perhaps not.' Shena thought as she rolled her eyes with a slight lukewarm grin on her face.

"Thank you for the report, you may return to your post" said Shena in a quiet somber tone before she lowered her head back down in front of her.

The soldier saluted and prepared to exit the tent back out into the storm, but stopped abruptly. He slowly turned around to face his superior with a slight conflicted expression under his  helmet.

"Something troubling you ma'm?" the soldier said earnestly to his leader.

Shena hesitated in her response. Not wanting to show any signs of fragility unbecoming of an officer.

"Thank you for the concern corporal, but it's nothing". She lied.

The soldier tilted his head up and down slightly, as if observing his commanding officers whole demeanor, before crossing his arms sternly.

"If its nothing, then why is it your tail is curled up, your head tilted down and your remarkably polished toothy grin absent? Those would be pretty good examples nothing is something if I ever saw, with all due respect ma'm." the soldier replied heartily.

Shena smiled ever so slightly. Had her mood really been that obvious? She raised her head up to face his gentle and compassionate demeanor.

"Nothing gets past you does it?" She said in a warm sarcastic manner.

"No ma'm." the soldier said proudly. "If there's one thing I can notice in the blink of an eye its when morale is low among my comrades and superiors, and it is my self-obligated sworn duty to raise that morale until there isn't a spec of lowness left." He stood quiet for a second before speaking in a more sincere and softhearted tone.

"So, permission to ask what bothering you?"

Shena asked a question, while raising her brow in suspicion of his true incentive.

"Is the only reason you're  asking,  so you can get out of your shift in the rain for a few minutes?" she said aloud in a tone more similar to a mother than an officer.

The soldier hesitated for a few seconds and raised his shoulders slowly giving a nervous smile under his helmet.

"Perhaps....?" he said cautiously and truthfully. "I mean have you seen the rain out there? Its bloody intense this time of.... well always, now that I think of it."

Shena realized there was no use in arguing with him. He really was determined  to get out of both the rain and to talk to her about how she was doing. It was not often she had a good chance to talk to someone about something other than military matters anyway. Plus the company was very welcome even if she still could not decide after all this time knowing him, if she either despised his sense of humor or could not do without it.

"Permission granted Fereen." said Shena warmly. "At ease and take a seat."

"Gladly ma'm and thank you." he replied cheerfully. Fereen entered the old tent and sat down on a stool in the corner facing her bed still drenched while attempting to dry off his bright blue uniform. Shena briefly was amused by his desperate attempt of shaking the water from his boots.

"Even when we lived back home I was never surrounded by this much water!" Fereen exclaimed angrily in response to his heavily soaked misfortune.

There was a brief moment of calm serine stillness between the two of them following his humorous statement. Shena kept trying to keep herself from smiling at Fereen as he kept attempting to make his uniform slightly less doused. The rain and thunder outside the warm confines of the tent the only source of disturbance for an otherwise quiet and peaceful moment.

"Don't get me wrong though, normally I love the rain." He stated aloud cheerily before continuing.

"It hydrates the skin. Provides fresh drinking water without the added bonus of dirt and disease. And it has a nice peaceful sound to it... but too much of a good thing you know? But still I am fascinated by the sheer complexity of rain drops. I mean every single one, is unique!"

"That's snowflakes." Shena corrected with a deadpan tone.

He stopped shaking the water off his vest abruptly and looked up. "Really? I could have sworn it was the same with raindrops." Fereen looked visibly confused, as if discovering drastic life altering information for the first time.

"Eh, the more you know I guess. The point is I like rain most days just not today, enough said." he stated lightheartedly before continuing to dry himself off." Shena rolled her eyes yet again, a habit she had gotten quite used to when discussing with this particular soldier and his conversational topics.

She was taken aback slightly when Fereen took off his helmet.

Shena always had been surprised by how strikingly handsome the soldier looked without the cumbersome armor piece atop his head. His pectoral and dorsal fins had evolved from his ancestors into an ornate proud blue head frill on top his skull, and smaller ones protruding from the sides that resembled frilled ears. His reflective scaled turquoise skin glistening from the light and water.

But by far the most striking thing about him. Was his wings.

Most aquatic races didn't have the ability to fly without using mechanical assistance or a fighter plane. For the sea was most everyone's home in the ocean monarchy, as it had been for thousands of years. Fereen was a part of the few if not the only flying fish species in the world who could have the privilege to call both the sea, land, and sky his domain.

His wings were thin and almost transparent, giving the impression they were delicate. She knew this was not the case and that they were both deceivingly sleek and and strong like their owner. The edges of them had been torn slightly from past incursions but this was not nearly enough needed to distract from their dazzling glossy appearance, especially thanks to the array of colors. Blues, yellows, cyan, and even bright red on the serrated edges all contributed to the incredible display. Shena's own simple head crest and muted skin tones paled in comparison to his lavish features.

"So care to tell me, what's bothering you ma'm?" Fereen said before putting his helmet on the floor to dry. He leaned in closer to better hear her. Shena suddenly snapped back into reality. Shena stared back at him with such an anxious look on her face, that made even him look concerned for a moment.

"We're on our own. The reinforcements should have been here by now." Shena said aloud grievously and hesitantly.

She knew no help was coming.

The camps communication device had been damaged in an earlier attack and their local helmet headsets could not get through the intense storm interference, so there was no way to find out when or even if their promised backup would arrive at all.

They were low on ammo, ordnance, and men. Worst of above all else, all the commanders and captains in the platoon had died in the first three waves. She was the highest rank here  because there were no others left above her in the chain of command to lead what was left of the platoon. She had begun questioning if she had the ability...no competence, required for getting everyone left out of here alive.

 Of the initial two-hundred men in the platoon only seven were left, and most had died when she stepped up to take charge. With their current numbers, the final battle was going to be far too close.

" I don't know if...."

Shena paused and breathed a heavy sigh from her lungs. Desperately trying to be truthful and confident without shutting down in front of him. She pushed her words out of her mouth dejectedly.

"I don't know if we'll survive the final assault."

That was the most agonizing and difficult thing for her to ever have had to say. Not only to her loyal soldier, but also her friend. It was her responsibility to lead these surviving men and women to victory and having to say that to his face hurt more than anything any enemy could ever do to her.

Fereen leaned back in his chair and glanced to the side for a moment, rubbing his chin in a meditative mood, and pondering what to say to his leader. The thunder cracked outside in a loud thunderous echo.  Finally he spoke.

" I don't think we'll die."

There was a slight moment of silence from Fereen as he lowered his head and shoulders briefly. Seeing her friend who was normally so talkative and lighthearted become this subdued and quiet was especially unnerving to Shena, who considered him to be the glimmer of light in the darkness they now found themselves in. The flying fish raised his body back up in his seat and continued.

"We've made it this far with you and me in charge of the others ma'am, we must be doing something right. Otherwise we wouldn't be here talking about the many complexities of rain together right now." he gave a slight smile, but it now had a tint of sadness and concern.

"But we've lost so many men thanks to me." Shena said sadly with as much composure and stockiness as she could muster. Trying not to not show weakness through tears in front of her subordinate.

"Hey, that's not your fault! Fereen said in a distressed manner. Now his playful usual mood was absent entirely, for he knew when it did not belong in the moment. He put his hands on her shoulders. He knocked his stool back carelessly in the process of kneeling down quickly to be eye level with her. His pure alluring blue eyes staring directly into hers.

"You can't blame yourself for the others deaths, they knew the risks. There is no one else in this camp or even the whole world more qualified to lead us than you. You are the most reasonable, intelligent, and disciplined person I've ever met. Sure that makes you a huge stick in the mud sometimes but there is no other soldier who inspires and cares more for our lives instead of her own more deeply than you."

The sound of the rain colliding against the trees and the thundering echo's of the lightning outside, filled the void of the silence that followed for just a brief moment in time.

Shena smiled slowly. She put her left hand on top of his on her shoulder in relief and comfort. She knew her best friend was sincere and could see right through her tough exterior. And that he was right. She had been so conflicted and worried the past few days about their survival, she carelessly had allowed fear, insecurity, and self doubt to slip through the cracks of her mind and replace where courage, confidence, and prowess should always have been in its place as a leader. But no more

She knew who she was, and what she was going to do. They were getting out of here alive, not the raiders.

She slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Purging all her self-doubt and insecurities from her body.

"Thank you Fereen." She said rejuvenated as she slowly stood up atop her feet like the stoic leader she had been trained to be for so many years. "

"Any time ma'am." Fereen gave an understanding warm smile. "We all get all little scarred and doubt ourselves from time to time, even the leaders. I'd be more worried if they didn't to be honest."

Fereen then stood up as well, his full height almost as tall as his leader.

"And remember, I'm always up for a good kick in the tail to get you on your feet again if you ever need it." Fereen then softly nudged her shoulder with his fist as a sign of affection, which he used regularly for all his teammates. Shena shifted her head in slightly and smiled in gratitude for his words of comfort.

The bubbly flying fish then leaned in as if trying to hug and squeeze all the worry and sorrow out of his unusually tall and stoic friend.

"Whoa, Corporal", Shena said in an authoritative tone as she stepped back. A brow sternly raised.

Her soldier suddenly backed away quickly as well. Shifting his arms in acceptance wide apart and above his head, as if he was suspected of concealing contraband.

"Right forgot, not a hugger." Fereen smiled nervously as he rubbed one of his hands across the back of his head frill shyly. Looking down greatly embarrassed by his hasty warmhearted action toward his leader. His teal complexion becoming briefly red-faced.

"Correct." Shena said in a warm sarcastic manner. "You'd have an easier time hugging a porcupine than me."

Fereen Looked back up and let out a devilish smile." Ha! I knew you could crack a joke if you tried!"Fereen exclaimed victoriously, to which Shena replied in the usual appropriate manner.

Another eye roll.

Fereen smiled and nodded up to his lieutenant. He then turned to correct the stool he knocked over upright in its proper position before grabbed his helmet of the floor, all dry. He finally turned back around to face his commanding officer respectfully.

"Will that be all ma'am?"

The flying fish stood at attention and saluted. His posture in perfect form and composition , his triangular wings lowered and folded in accordance with military standards. Any officer would have expected such formality without question. For Shena however..., she was just glad to have had the privilege and joy of having him in her life. And by her side.

She gave a delayed response not wanting the moment to end. But she knew it could not last forever.

"Yes Corporal" She responded in a secure and proud voice. Now back to her normal orderly self.

"That will be all."

Shena saluted back in a similar fashion to him. One that her father had personally instructed in her how to do properly since she was a young child. But it was not just out of professional conduct or discipline for her anymore.

She genuinely respected and cared for Fereen and her soldiers. And this was her way of showing it. She was not just fighting for the monarchy anymore. Shena was fighting so she and all these surviving men and women could escape alive from this nightmare they all had been sworn to endure.

And she would do whatever it took to make that happen. Even die for them if need be.

"Lieutenant!" a cold unfeeling voice erupted as one of the remaining two automaton sentries entered her tent swiftly. Its hard, rusted metal shoulder abruptly pushed into Fereen's, unintentionally knocking him aside slightly.

"They are coming, the final wave of insects!" The perfect, unthinking indigo soldier quickly turned and exited frantically back to its assigned post outside in the rain.

Shena and Fereen glanced at each other slowly. Their relaxed smiles transforming into controlled composure while the sound of thunder echoed through the sky outside ominously.

It was time.

Without thinking Shena stood up and grabbed her bolt action harpoon rifle, sitting upright next to the bed. Already loaded. No need to change into her navy blue and gold officer's uniform, for she had already been sleeping in it.

Fereen donned his ornate helmet, the visor glowing brightly the color of the sky as soon as it hid his face entirely. His friendly face vanishing completely yet again.

The time for small talk between comrades had passed. Now they had to exit the tent yet again to become the soldiers they had been almost every waking moment for the last five years.

Fereen drew his pistol. Flexing his wings anxiously as he stared outside into the rain.

"Those bugs just don't know when to quit. If they did we already would have had them crawling on the run back to that ugly mother of theirs." He paused for a moment while looking outside into the storm.

"And I just finished drying off!" he said angrily.

Shena smiled for the last time as the peaceful moment was coming to end. It was nice to see that her friend was still inside the daunting appearance of the winged warrior in front.

The corporal exited the safe and warm small confines directly outside, before looking back to grab the flap of Shena's tent for her.

Her loyal soldier stood in place in the harsh rain unfazed. Waiting intently until his leader was properly prepared before her departure to lead them all yet again.

As Shena was about to step outside into the cascading strong rain, ready to fight...She stopped.

Shena took a deep breath, excluding all distractions and mental hindrance from her mind, body and soul for the coming battle. Her heart was racing.

The young Lieutenant opened her eyes sharply to see the winged warrior standing in front. Nodding at her in respect wholeheartedly. To which there was no other appropriate response for her to do, but to nod back.

"For the monarchy." Said the corporal with as much warmth and compassion as he could afford to without distracting the concentration of his superior.

She nodded, in an orderly manner and replied to her friend one last time.

"For the Monarchy."

And together, stepped out into the rising storm.

[nightglider124]

RobStar Week 2017: Day 1

Please just forgive this poor excuse for a oneshot. Like I kinda hate it but it was the best I could do considering I had severe writers block. Like, I was absolutely lost. I couldn’t... ugh. Anyways, I hope you like it.

Don’t get your hopes up for tomorrow’s one either purely bc I’m not a big fan of the prompt so the inspiration isn’t really happening. I think I’m just on self-hate mode tonight. Bleugh. G’night peeps.

Scars/Hospital

With the sun beating down on the ocean surface, there was a shimmering glow reflecting from the calm waves lapping against the shore.

The water was slow as it crept up on the bank where the tower stood, only to recede back again, mere seconds later.

Starfire smiled softly as she kicked her legs back and forth, having opted for sitting on the edge of a large boulder which was lodged amongst a few others out a little way into the depths of the sea.

She shifted, tugging at the halter straps of her violet bikini top to ensure it was tight enough around her neck. Humming a tune to herself, Starfire leaned back on her palms, basking in the heat and the sunlight trickling over everything in its path.

There was suddenly a loud splash from a short distance away.

The Princess smiled before opening her eyes; just a tad to watch the dark haired boy emerging from the water.

Robin flashed her a grin and waded through the ocean towards her, the droplets cascading from his drenched hair and dribbling onto his skin.

Starfire patiently waited for him to reach her, giggling as he briefly dipped below the surface, making only his eyes visible to her.

It was a glorious day, in her opinion. Initially, she found it a shame that their friends could not join them at the base of their home for some aquatic fun.

However, she had to admit, she was thoroughly enjoying the alone time with her boyfriend. It was a somewhat rarity with him after all.

As team leader, she understood his being so busy all the time. He was the one that made sure reports were filled out and he was the one who made sure everything was wrapped up properly after pursuing a criminal.

It was one of the things she loved so much about him so snatches of his time such as this were greatly appreciated.

She jumped as his cold, wet hand landed on the back of her calf. It wasn’t due to the temperature, of course, but because he was a master of stealth even in the water.

“Robin!” She squealed, her smile betraying intent to reprimand,

He smirked, “You rang?”

Starfire shook her head as he moved through the water a little more, coming to stand between her legs. His hands moved on their own accord, resting atop of her thighs with his thumbs rubbing her skin in small circles; affectionate brushes just so he could touch her.

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and she gifted him with a chaste kiss, coming away to brush his bangs out of his cobalt eyes. Slowly, her hands moved and her fingers gently splayed across his chest.

Emerald eyes admired his physique and she felt her heart race. She could never deny that he was extremely handsome and sometimes, the subtlety of those thoughts escaped her.

“You alright there, Star?” He asked, the confidence clear in his tone,

With a quiet purr, her eyes swivelled to his face, “Mhm... you are wonderfully satisfying to gaze at, Robin.”

A faint blush touched his cheeks but he grinned at her, “Thanks. For the record, so are you. Obviously.”

Starfire smiled before her expression turned curious, her fingers gliding over a scar on his collarbone. It was faint; clearly one that had marked him many years ago.

“You’ve stared at them before...” He murmured, watching her interest in his former wounds.

“Hm?”

“My scars. You always get so daydreamy.”

Starfire flushed and pushed some of her auburn hair behind her ear, “Apologies. They are somewhat celebrated on my world.”

“Oh?”

She nodded, “The more scars you have upon your body represents how formidable you are. Galfore is greatly respected for the scar across his eye that in turn, caused his loss of sight. It is a large scar and one that is constantly on show. It is deemed very intimidating.”

“So if you only have a couple?”

“You are deemed a warrior but not one to strike fear in the hearts of many.”

Robin nodded, “Huh... so... where am I on the formidable warrior scale then?”

Starfire sucked in a pensive breath, her eyes wandering over his torso, “You have many scars... numerous ones on your chest and also some on your back-”

He raised an eyebrow at her,

She shrugged and smiled, “I have felt them when we do the snuggling at night.”

He chuckled, “Fair enough.”

“You also have gained your scars from battles which increases a warrior’s status. You would rank highly on Tamaran. There would be many wishing to challenge you to a duel.”

“Really?” He replied, his intrigue very obvious,

Her smile turned cheeky, “You are dating the Princess... these scars of battle would need to be tested to ensure you are capable of being my lover.”

Robin smirked, “I bet I could take em’”

She rolled her eyes, “Of that, I have no doubt.”

He leaned forward and gave her a kiss. Starfire tapped his shoulder, signalling to stop which he did immediately,

“What’s up?” Robin asked,

“May you tell me the stories of some of them?”

“Sure.”

Starfire chewed her bottom lip, looking adorable as she did so. Her fingers danced across his skin, tapping the one at his collarbone. It was pale and almost invisible but it was there; a long thin scar.

“This one?” She asked,

“Knife wound from Two-Face when I was 14”

She frowned at the idea of someone stabbing her boyfriend but nodded nonetheless. Moving along the planes of his chest, she found a small burn along the side of his ribs; clear due to the weathered scar.

“And this?”

Robin glanced down and grimaced, “Burn from Mr Freeze when I was 12. I still remember how that one felt... unfortunately.”

Starfire leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to the mark, causing him to grin.

She was so innocent sometimes and he loved it; that side of her that was just so very gentle when in fact she was a fearless warrior Princess.

Sliding her hand downward, she stopped at his abdomen, hard and chiselled from relentless training. There was a small circular scar and she was fairly certain she knew what weapon had caused it.

“...This one?” She winced,

His smile was sympathetic, “Gunshot from Joker when I was 10.”

Starfire’s eyes widened, “You were so young... how did you survive?”

Rubbing his neck, Robin smiled softly, “I had Alfred on hand and letting me die is unheard of in that man’s world. There was a hell of a lot of blood but... I pulled through. It was pretty close though.”

She shook her head and laughed, “You are not even the close to being a normal human. You are aware of this?”

Robin chuckled, “Very.”

Starfire glanced at a rough looking scar about the length of her finger on his elbow. Raising an eyebrow, she touched it,

“This?”

Robin gulped and somewhat pulled away from her, “Um...”

She sensed the discomfort, “If you would prefer not to say, that is-”

He smiled absently, “It’s okay... it’s a... personal scar. It was when I was 5 and I fell from the practice trapeze at the circus. My very first fall, I broke my arm and got a scar from it too. I’d call that an achievement.”

There was that sad, wistful tone of his; the one Robin always got when talking of his childhood at the circus. Starfire swallowed and averted her eyes, retracting her hands.

“I... I apologise, I did not-”

He grabbed her hands, “Don’t... it’s nice to talk about it.”

She nodded slowly whilst he moved her hands onto his hips. Starfire watched as he raised an eyebrow at her,

“You know which one is my favourite scar?”

The Princess blinked, “You have the favourite scar?”

“Of course,”

Laughing, she asked, “Which one?”

Robin lifted a hand and pointed to the crook of his neck where a small, white scar was. It appeared to be a burn but not to the same degree dealt by the Mr Freeze.

She tilted her head in question, “Where did you receive that one?”

He was coy, rubbing his palms over her thighs, “From this girl...”

Starfire went stiff before she could stop herself and she tried to hide any form of jealousy regarding this girl Robin spoke of.

“Oh?”

Robin smirked, “Mhm. When I first met her, she was kinda out of control and so one stray little starbolt hit me and-”

She gasped, her hands fluttering to her face, “I... I scarred you?”

He nodded, not understanding her horror.

Tears welled in her eyes, “Why did you not tell me? Oh, this is awful! I am so sorry, Robin. I have never intended to harm you and especially never intended to maim you; even back when we first met and I did not know if you were friend or foe-“

“Star, stop.” He told her, lifting a hand to calm her,

“But... I hurt you.”

“We didn’t know each other. I’m glad you did; at least you were protecting yourself.”

“But-”

“It’s in the past, Star. But, it is special to me.”

She was meek, “It is?”

He kissed her nose, “Of course it is. It’s a constant reminder of the day we met and that is a scar worth sporting.”

Starfire blushed, “I am still most sorry for scarring you...”

“Meh, I’m tough. I took it like a pro.”

Giggling, she kissed the scar in question, “By the looks of your scars, I believe you could win the medal.”

Robin laughed before he lifted his eyes to hers, “Do you have any scars?”

“I do.” She beamed,

He narrowed his eyes but couldn’t spot them, “Hm... I can’t... where abouts?”

Starfire hummed a purr and leaned forward, brushing her lips against his ear, “I believe you will have to get much closer in order to see mine, my love.”

Robin smirked, “Gladly.”

[ftyeonjun]

Beauty & the Beast (2017) MBTI - in depth

Belle: INFP (FiNeSiTe) Fi - doesn’t need other’s praise to know she’s a good person, she already knows this (opposite to Gaston’s constant need for praise), she isn’t exactly open about her feelings but experiences them very intensely, changes subjects when Beast subtly asks her if she could ever love him or be happy with him (“Can anybody be happy if they aren’t free?”), deep down she wants someone to understand her, to be happy being the outcast with her (“And for once it might be grand / To have someone understand”); Ne - she has a whole song (Belle (Reprise)) about how she wants much more than what the people of Villeneuve are content with (“I want adventure in the great wide somewhere / I want it more than I can tell” & “I want so much more than they’ve got planned”), she creates some kind of washing machine so she can read and travel to her fantasy worlds, although she really wants to go and travel the world and be something more, she can’t do that and instead chooses to read as some sort of escape from the “poor provincial town” she lives in; Si - she’s attached to her past mainly her mother (“Easy to remember / Harder to move on”) and the Montmartre scene is just that -- Belle going back to discover more about her past, she becomes very emotional when she learns how her mother passed away and it hits her that she never really will see her again (“Knowing the Paris of my childhood / Is gone”); Te - Belle invents a primitive washing machine, she knows when to affirm herself (“I will never marry you, Gaston!” & “I’d rather starve than eat with you!”/“I told you to join me for dinner!” “And I told you no!”)

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Prince Adam/Beast: ESTJ (TeSiNeFi) Te - extremely logical person (beast?), speaks very matter-of-factly (“Your father’s a thief. He stole a rose.”, “Once this door closes it will not open again.”, “You will join me for dinner.”), believes in the logic of things even though he witnessed his staff turning into objects and he was himself turned into a beast (“There is no… one.”), asks specific logical questions (“And how will I know [that the moment is right]?”) so he can guide himself; Si - attached to his past and, just like Belle, to his late mother, everything he does is very related to his past experiences -- short temper and telling Belle what to do comes from when he was younger and his father “twisted him up to be just like him”, a ruthless man & everything he does after being attacked by the wolves inclusive (opening up to Belle, saving her life, giving her a library, helping her clean it, etc) is connected to how his mother raised him when he was a “sweet and innocent lad”; Ne - he’s locked himself away to escape from his ugly reality -- that he’s a beast and it’s very likely no one will learn to love him --, he has a book that allows him to do just that, quite literally, the Enchantress’s book, thanks to Belle he starts opening up to things like true love; Fi - he needs to be threatened to tell Belle that he’s in love with her (“(..:) and tell Belle how you feel. Because if you don’t I promise you’ll be drinking cold tea for the rest of your days!” “In the dark.” “Covered in dust.” “Dark and very, very dusty.”) and even then he doesn’t exactly tell Belle he loves her but instead dismisses his feelings with a “It’s foolish, I suppose… For a creature like me to hope that, one day, he might earn your affection.” after stating how he felt about dancing after all those years.

Maurice: ISFJ (SiFeTiNe) Si - he’s very focused on past events of his life especially his late wife, he lives off routine -- always making music boxes and always brings something back from the market for Belle (“Every year you ask for a rose.” “And every year you bring it.” “And I shall bring you another.”) --, uses former experiences -- the music boxes -- to pick the lock in the asylum carriage, “I lost your mother. I won’t lose you, too.”; Fe - he gets very frenetic the second Belle is in danger, promises her it’s okay for her to leave him in the castle, his good nature is what makes Agathe save him from being eaten by wolves, is open about his meeting with Beast even mentioning it and “talking teacups” to everyone in the tavern and more in detail to Gaston and LeFou; Ti - logical person but isn’t ruled by it, he learns how to build music boxes and uses it later, he isn’t exactly thrown off by a magical castle and its inhabitants, leaves his wife when she tells him to so he can save Belle; Ne - although he is content with life in Villeneuve (as much as he can be at least, due to his Si), he wants much more for his daughter, he builds music boxes that retell his past to get away from his present life without a wife

Gaston: ESTP (SeTiFeNi) Se - lives in the moment, takes advantage of what surrounds him to have his way (leaving Maurice to the wolves or taking advantage of Belle showing the Beast to the villagers), he’s a “risk taker” -- drinks, assumingly partakes in casual sex (we can only assume that’s what happens when he goes to the triplets after speaking about Belle with LeFou), ties up Maurice to a tree to die right after punching him and knocking him out, shoots the ceiling at the tavern as some sort of emphasis on his “I don’t care” lyric, is overall a very impulsive person who doesn’t exactly care about the consequences of his actions (Maurice’s and the Beast’s deaths, property damage in the tavern, the many consequences of him drinking, etc); Ti - he’s a very logical person (argues with Maurice about the impossibility of there being “such things as beasts, or talking teacups, or magic” and let’s him know right away that while those things don’t exist, “wolves, frostbite and starvation” are very real), he knows when to take action and what to do when taking action; Fe - he relishes in people’s praises of him, uses this function to get his way more than once (manipulates LeFou using his love for him so he’d lie for Gaston, manipulates the villager’s fear of the unknown so they would agree to kill the Beast), calms down almost instantly when LeFou tells him so, thinks he can use this function to get Belle to marry him; Ni - he has one focus during the movie, marrying Belle, and although by the end it expands a little (it’s now killing the Beast and marrying Belle) it never really leaves its origins

LeFou: ESFJ (FeSiNeTi) Fe - extremely good at perceiving people’s emotions, especially Gaston’s, and is the first person to fill him with praise, tries to appeal to Gaston’s common sense to get him to consider untying Maurice (“To exhaust all of our options, do you maybe wanna consider a slightly less… gruesome alternative?”), opens up to Mrs. Potts despite having just met her and gladly accepts her advice (“Well, I used to be on Gaston’s side but we are so in a bad place, right now.” “You’re too good for him, anyway.”), openly talks to Gaston about how he feels about Maurice even though Gaston assumingly has told him he doesn’t care -- he gives LeFou a glare -- (“You know it’s not too late! We could always turn back…” & “It’s just… every time I close my eyes I picture Maurice stranded alone. And then when I open them…”), explicitly states, even though people might not be hearing him, what he thinks of Gaston’s newly found cruel facet (“But I fear the wrong monster’s released”), is vocal about his desire to be like his best friend (“One of these days I’m going to learn to shoot like you, (...) And talk like you. And be tall and handsome like you.” - novelization); Si - his Fe and Si work together: he calls to Gaston’s past experiences to calm him down (“Go back to the war! Blood. Explosions. Countless widows.”), is extremely upset to learn that Gaston isn’t exactly who he thought he was and calls him out on it, relies on past experiences to praise Gaston and help him feel better -- he knows what makes Gaston cheer up from previous experiences --; Ne - by the end of the movie, just before The Mob Song, LeFou begins to use his Ne, begins to understand Gaston isn’t as perfect as he seems and as LeFou believed him to be for all these years -- he realizes this when he turns to Gaston to help him calm down and maybe reconsider doing something else and is met with an angered “Do you want to be next?!” --; Ti - he isn’t exactly logical -- he believes in Maurice’s tales (”You must be the talking teacup!”) but assumingly doesn’t speak about it in fear of getting laughed at by Gaston -- but he does use his Ti by the end of the movie, and with the help of his dominant Fe he realizes that Gaston doesn’t deserve him and that he himself doesn’t deserve to be treated like an object, in a quite literal manner, by Gaston.

Mrs. Potts: ESFJ (FeSiNeTi)  Fe - she’s very open about what she feels and even uses her Fe to make Belle change her mind about escaping -- she notices the ladder and she offers Belle some tea with a dash of an advice (“I have found that most troubles seem less troubling after a bracing cup of tea.”) --, she is very passive about letting people know what she wants but still vocal, a bit less so when she threatens to serve “cold tea for the rest of [Beast’s] days” if he doesn’t tell Belle how he feels, before succumbing to the curse she isn’t worried about her own welfare but instead her son’s, Chip (“Have you seen Chip? He ran off. Where’s my little boy?”), and is open to her son and husband that she loves them and missed them (kissing them repeatedly in the reunion); Si - she uses her past experiences as advice (“People say a lot of things in anger. It is our choice whether or not to listen.”) and is the first person to speak about Beast’s past to Belle, she dwells in her past -- thinks about her days in the sun and when she used to be human and with her husband; Ne - she manages to understand why Beast and the staff were cursed even though she wasn’t present to see it unfold until the Enchantress was placing the spell, she’s somewhat skeptical of Belle and Beast falling in love at first and sees possibilities about what would happen if they fell in love or not -- becoming “antiques” as she puts it, or the curse breaking and them being human again; Ti - she realizes and understands that her and the rest of the staff, with the exception of Chip, were responsible for the curse even if not directly.

Lumière: ENFJ (FeNiSeTi) Fe - Lumière is a very warm person and his Fe is something very characteristic of him, he’s the first person to welcome Belle to her “new home”, he’s very open about his feelings (“I would do anything to kiss you again, Plumette.”), firmly believes in true love and that Belle is the one and she can, and will, fall in love with Beast, has an entire song & music number about welcoming Belle, even tries to get Cogsworth to be more optimistic (“What do you want to be for the rest of your life, Cogsworth? A man or a mantle clock?”); Ni - he is very focused on one thing and one thing only -- breaking the spell --, he states things before they happen and dismisses Cogsworth’s criticism of his thinking (“I am telling you, this girl is the one!” & “You know she’ll never love him.” “A broken clock is right two times a day, mon ami, but this is not one of those times.” & “She is the one.”), arranges a dinner and song so his plan can come through; Se - he knows how to take advantage of what surrounds him to help him achieve the goal of breaking the curse -- making Belle feel at home with the many rooms in the castle --, uses Maestro Cadenza to help him with the song for the goal above, he has a very strong sense of fashion (“Okay, I can fix this.” after the disaster of Beast’s make-over) and even puts himself in his gimmicks (“I do tricks with my fellow candlesticks!”); Ti - although he analyzes things, he does it very quickly, which demonstrates his inferior Ti and dominant Fe

Cogsworth: ISTJ (SiTeFiNe) Si - he’s very traditional and wants everything to be just in order (“Lumière, as head of the household, I demand you put her back in her cell at once!”), he holds to his thinking of “if no one has loved Beast until now and Belle isn’t any different”, urges Lumière to keep it down because he doesn’t want to disturb Beast and the order of the castle, even after he claims that “True love really does win the day!” when he’s proven the opposite by the villager’s visit he goes immediately back to his old thinking (“So much for true love.”), he wants to go back to how things once were as soon as he sees his wife (“Turn back into a clock. Turn back into a clock.”); Te - he’s extremely skeptical of the possibility of Belle falling in love with Beast and isn’t exactly quiet about it, letting Lumière know he thinks his plans are overbearing (“You know she’ll never love him.”); Fi - unlike Lumière, he isn’t immediately warm with Belle and instead lets Lumière lead the way, he becomes irritable when Lumière forces him to be apart of his plan during Be Our Guest but eventually warms up to it and by the end he’s singing along, he takes much longer to be warm with Belle and we’re never shown whether he becomes friends with her or not; Ne - by the end of the movie, and we can argue that it’s too late, he starts to welcome the possibility of Belle really loving Beast and of her being the one that will break the spell.

[monbabi]

beautiful in la fanacc!!

• waited in line for 9 mcfreakin hours it was so hot we all bonded over kpop and the wait and wanting to die • at 7pm we went thru security and stood in the pit!!!!!!!!!! very tight but it was fine we were jus chillin • there was a technical problem so the start of the concert was delayed for like 30 more min • thEN THE LIGHTS DIMMED AND THE VCR TURNED ON AND WE WERE LIKE SHAHSKDOSHAGSV • AND MONSTA X CAME OUT IN ALL THEIR BEAUTY AND WE WERE ALL SCREECHING • they got into their positions and performed beautiful it was one of thr most beautiful fucking performances i have ever watched i almost cried • then they went straight into incomparable WHICH WAS FUCKING AMAZING KIHYUN KEPT COMING UP TO THE FRONT AND I WAS LIKE BACK WHERE U CAME FROM DEMON!! I LOVE U SO FUCKING MUCH • i realize now i shouldnt talk abt every single performance bc tht would take way too long • THE SOLO STAGES WERE SO GOOD SEEING HYUNGWON PERFORM FROM ZERO WITH WONHO!!!!!!! GOOD SHIT!!!!!! • and 24k was so…….séxie like it was fun and everyone sang along but their hips are SIN!!!!!!!!! ESPECIALLY MINHYUK!!!!!!! • SHOWNU LIKE DID A SPLIT OR SMTH I DIDNT SEE IT COMPLETELY BUT I SAW HIM DROP AND I WAS LIKE HOLY SHIT?? • mirror was absolutely beautiful and it was such an emotional stage i almost cried kihyun and jooheon did amazing • can i jus say tht minhyuk is absolutely stunningly handsome like im a complete slut for kihyun but my eyes kept wandering to minhyuk bc hes so goddamn beautiful • yall theyre so good live like. ofc theres backtrack but u could hear them so clearly and they were so stable i almost cried • AH all of them did aegyo except changkyun who sang nothing on you by b.o.b and everyone sang along it was fun • omg in the first ment minhyuk was like “im gonna do smth ive been wanting to do in la…….im gonna say hows the weather outside and u say its sunny” and we were like jesus christ okay so he was like HOWS THE WEATHER OUTSIDE and we were like ITS SUNNY!!!!!!! • wonho talking abt how he was in such a good mood bc hyungwon was there w them and he kept making funny faces @ them before the stage • AND IDK I FELT LIKE JOOHEON SMILED A LOT DURING THIS CONCERT LIKE HE WAS ALWAYS SMILING WHILE DANCING AND IT WAS SO CUTE • SO WAS SHOWNU HE KEPT SMILING WHEN HE DANCED IN THE FRONT IT WAS SO NDHSUSDJHSHA • hyungwon seemed kinda tired i jus wanted to scoop him up into my arms and rock him to sleep he didnt talk thaaaaat much but he did whisper amongst the members and laugh like the snarky ass he is • kihyun kept talking to the 2nd floor which was so sweet !!!!!! ahhhhhh!!! im glad they werent left out of anything • oh my god at one point hyungwon like choked on his water it gave me a heart attack • during changkyuns part in 하얀소녀 he started like. swaying his hips and minhyuk kneeled down next to him and started flapping his jacket and wonho joined in it was wild • changkihyuk were hypin up jooheon like “hm ex girl and 하얀소녀 are really good songs……bc U MADE THEM!!!!!!” and jooheon got all shy and squat down in a corner then he stood up and was like “YEA I MADE THOSE SONGS” • wonho kept mouthing along with the translator it was so cute and funny um king of bilingualism? • they kept telling us to “Stop, Calm Down” bc we’re los angeles and we dont shut up ever it was so funny • jooheon said la has a funky way of grooving to the rhythm but out of all the other us concerts we do it the best LOL • wonho: takes off jacket • jooheon: EVERYBODY MAKE SOME NOISE FOR HIS MUSCLES • wonho: turns around and flexes • they were throwing out candy during white sugar but i didnt catch any bc short arms dnhshansbd and they didnt really throw to the front middle pit kihyun kissed one and threw it out i hope tht person who caught it treasures it forever • I WAS MAKING SEVERAL DIFFERENT HEARTS @ KIHYUN USIN MY ARMS AND FINGERS AND SHIT AND HE GAVE FINGER HEARTS AND THREW BIG ARM HEARTS AT ME I ALMOST PASSED THE FUCK OUT • I TURNED AROUND TO SCREAM AT MY FRIEND AND HE WAS LAUGHING AT US AND I CROUCHED DOWN BC I WAS SHY AND DIDNT WANT HIM TO SEE ME SO STUPIDLY EXCITED • i feel like i made a lot of eye contact w shownu and jooheon like idk they couldve been looking at the crowd in general but it felt so personal and directed towards me, the sweaty girl w glasses, a broken lightstick, and a bear phone case so im gonna let my delusional ass believe tht • the hi touch holy fuck the hi touch okay so it was like?? ~20 minutes after the concert ended everyone was chillin in the pit and then monsta mcfreakin x walked out and we all screamed then security lined us up • the order was kihyun, hyungwon, wonho, minhyuk, shownu, jooheon, changkyun * i was praying tht kihyun wouldnt be first so i had time to emotionally prepare but tht didnt work out • so um i. held his hand his grip was pretty firm and i panicked and forgot everything i wanted to say and i was like “marry me” and he laughed and said okay so um BITCH IM ENGAGED TO YOO KIHYUN? his hand was so beautiful okay everyone talks abt kihyuns small ass hands but they were bigger than i imagined and he has some big meaty claws • they were standing on a small platform behind a table so everyone was really tall so high fiving hyungwon was a little hard for my 5'1" body i had to reach for the stars his hand was so bony but it was Large and i said i love u and he smiled i was ready to sink into the ground and lay myself to rest • lets get smth straight wonho is short hes like jus a little taller than kihyun but boy hes Built and he has this cute little smile on his face and his hand was SO SOFT AND SO WARM I WANTED TO CRY i told him i loved him and he said thank u yea haha time to DIE • minhyuk has yaoi hands yall • his hands were so mf gigantic like the hi touch went by fast but holding his hand was so. wow like his hands were really big and warm and i was like i love u!! and he said yea and i laughed jshsgdffjf • SHOWNU IS SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL IRL PICTURES AND VIDEOS DONT DO HIM JUSTICE??? like he was GLOWING and he has such a large and warm presence and his hands are so warm like i felt like my hand was gonna melt yall i was abt to cry he was smiling so big too and i told him i love him and he jus nodded and said me too snshaudhdfshdhf • jooheons hands were kinda cold but they were so soft and beautiful my legs almost gave out he was so cute and smiley and soft and our fingers tangled weirdly and i was like SORRY and he laughed a bit BUT OHM NYOGD I INTERLOCKED FINGERS WITH LEE JOOHEON AND IT WAS AMAZING • changkyun was last and they were starting to rush the line so i could only high five him and say i loved him :(( he said thank u his voice is really attractive guys and he was such a chill dude i wanna be best friends w him • after the hi touch we were immediately lined up again for the group photo which was a ~15 min wait? • they numbered us off then let us in and immediately ppl are looking for spots in front of them someone took the spot in front of kihyun so i was like okay tell me to die first NDHAHDJFGS but my friend found a spot in front of wonho and minhyuk and i stood next to her in front of minhyuk and shownu • it was so funny my friend stumbled a little in front of minhyuk bc she was walking fast and he was like OH MY GOD OH MY GOD and shownu was laughing • STANDING IN FRONT OF THEM JUS MADE ME REALIZE HOW GORGEOUS THEY ARE LIKE,??,,????? • i turned around to look at minhyuk and shownu and felt a piece of me die and i said hi then turned around covering my face bc i got so fuckin embarrassed theyre so HANDSOME • my friends fave is wonho so she turned around and told him she loved him and held his finger I WAS ABT TO SCREAM • AH as they were putting more ppl in the front and this really tall girl stood in front of me and i was like I Am Five Foot One so as a joke before they took the pic i tippytoed and did peace signs and bunny ears my head just barely peeked over her shoulders and i think shownu and minhyuk and jooheon were laughing behind me i hope they were laughing at me i’ll gladly make a fool of myself for them • luckily the rows after us kneeled down! • after the pic they started shooing everyone off and i yelled KIHYUN I LOVE U GOOD NIGHT i dont think he heard me but oh well • SHOWNU SAID BYE TO ME BEFORE I LEFT AND I SAID BYE BACK I ACTUALLY FELT MY LEGS GIVE A LITTLE and changkyun was waving to everyone hes really cute and calm in person i wish i oculdve talked to him more • we walked out completely dazed like we were jus sitting on a bench outside looking fuckin faded