In which Kim Namjoon anonymously messages a girl on tumblr (started: May 29th, 2016) (completed: June 25th, 2016) {there's like 3847358 fics like this but IDGAF}

"Hey, Rose. If you go in your room by yourself, in the dark, the monsters will come get you." Lilia blurts, smiling like a witch. "Why did you tell me that? Now I'm freaked in my own dang house." "Then go to Taehyung and he can protect you if any killer comes and wants to stab you to death." Jimin says and points to the man who was widening his eyes at them. "A-A killer?" Taehyung stammers. "Rose, hurry and sit down already. Such a drama queen, you! The movie is still going." Lilia scolds and motions me to get out of the way. I glared at her and Jimin. I know what they're trying to pull. They're trying to embarass me. Lilia's trying to get back at me for shipping her and Jimin. Well played. I mean, I don't hate Taehyung anymore, but I'm an awkward lady with an amazing ability to make something or someone awkward too. I looked to Taehyung and he gave me an innocent smile. He scooted to the side and waved me over, trying to make me feel welcomed. My body heats up as I sat down next to him. The couch was fairly small, so we were quite close. Not too uncomfortably close, but our arms were touching. The fluffy blanket that was thrown on top of us was the one thing that made me scoot closer to him to the point where it looked like we were cuddling. Oh, it's awkward. It's awkward, it's awkward, it's awkward. Start: 8/27/15 End: 3/11/16

The Black Parade is dead.The Killjoys are born.

romance doesn't always begin at first glance, but when the world is paused, it's hard to ignore a second heartbeat. © ; 2016 Highest Ranking: #9 in Fanfiction (aahhh thank you so much) #1 in phillester #1 in superpowers #2 in amazingphil #2 in danisnotonfire #3 in danhowell | WORKING ON FINAL CHAPTER |

-REWRITTEN/EDIT THE ENTIRE STORY ON 7/24/17- Coughing, the smoke swirled in front of me as beams of black and white flashing lights raced across my vision, disappearing as quickly as they had appeared. My lungs ached as they tried to pull in clean oxygen, my eyes straining to see through the grey haze. Once the smoke dissipated some, I could see we had appeared in the middle of a road. It was cracked and full of potholes, the yellow lines coated with dirt and grime from over the years it seemed. Taking a better look around, it looked like a bomb had gone off and I was witnessing the remainders of a city.