#i had to make them on my phone really quick between meetings lololol

[countrichmond]

Additional clip of The Witcher season 3

#the witcher #the witcher s3 #geralt of rivia #yennefer of vengerberg #cirilla fiona elen riannon #THE FAMILY MONTAGE CLIPS I- #*SCREAMS* #so sad for this final season 🥲 #sorry about the low budget af gifs #i had to make them on my phone really quick between meetings lololol #yennskier #oop almost forgot that tag!

[hansolmates]

jjk; angel’s trumpet [final]

summary; one second, your life is flashing before your eyes and the next, you’re transported into a world exactly like your own. but the jungkook you meet in this world isn’t a renowned singer or your former almost-lover, in fact he has no clue who you are and why you know him so well. as you work to find your way home lost and confused, you conclude that you’re either dead or in the middle of the most wicked drug trip of your life. pairing; idol!jk x reader (f), alternatively film producer!jk x reader genre/warnings; fluff, angst, supernatural, idol!au, non-idol!au, alternate universes, themes of fate, language, alcohol consumption, in this chapter–dry humping but not really lololol w.c; 5.5k a/n; surprise! the finale is here. im a little emotional, i had so, so much fun writing this series. the most fun i’ve had writing in a long, long while. i really hope to all the new readers that you stick around for the other bts fics i have in mind. thank you for being so supportive and loving on this journey, and i hope you enjoy their ending! and pssssttt, the bonus chapter will come next friday, so look out for that! ty @btsghostiewritersnet​ for the Bingo Bash Challenge and encouraging me to finish my first bts series!

[08] [final] [bonus] -> masterpost

Your family took very good care of your apartment while you were away. The laundry is done, the tables are dusted, and your bed sheets are crisp and smell like lemon fabric softener. 

Unfortunately, you can’t say the same thing about your fridge. You can’t recall the last time you’ve seen the back of your fridge, but now it’s completely cleared out save for three cans of soda. 

At least there’s ramen you can boil. 

Waiting for the water your fingers drum over your countertops, taking in your home. It’s been two months since you’ve set foot in your apartment. You used to hate living in this little box of an apartment, jealous that your other co-workers got to share with others and have grander living spaces. However today, you feel content basking in the intimacy of your home, thankful for the breathing room it provides. 

Chilling with your candles on the counter, sits the bottle of angel wine you received that started it all. It looks innocent, sitting next to your Bath and Body Works candles like one of the team. In this scenario, the Angel surely trumpeted you. 

The facility they sent you to was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing in disguise because you had time to think and get back on your feet with no repercussions of going “too slow” and the pressures of going back to work. A curse in its own merit because the doctors constantly poked and prodded at your brain, trying to help you process your supposed trauma and get you to remember. 

And sure, being sent unwillingly to an alternate dimension as you were practically forced to live another life and fall in love with the boy you already love is definitely trauma in it’s own right. However you’d be crazy to tell them and you’re not trying to end up in the cuckoo house anytime soon. 

So eventually you give them the boring, appropriate version. How you were flung meters away from the impact point, feeling like you were seconds away from being dead, every bone in your body protesting as you rolled off the road. Yadda yadda yadda, you said you remembered brief flashes of your hospital room during your coma, catching simple conversation exchanged between your visitors, but nothing concrete. When you woke up, you thought you were in a dream about being in a coma, and once you saw that you’ve actually been asleep for two months, caused a panic which led you to their facility. Everything but the crѐme of the story. 

With this utterly basic and blase confession, the doctors deemed you ready to transition and re-acclimate into your normal routine. 

“Ow, fuck,” you put too much water in your pot, and it’s now boiled over and some of the water has dripped on your hand. Immediately killing the heat, you decide that you’re not feeling ramen and you definitely deserve a treat meal before facing society head on. 

Quickly putting on a large sweater and leggings, you make quick work to the 7-Eleven across the street of your apartment complex. This has to be a ten-minute trip, tops. You start to shove whatever looks edible into your basket, making sure to have an equal balance of sweet and salty foods. 

A low whistle from behind causes you to bristle, and you turn around to shove your container of Kewpie mayonnaise into the offender’s chest. 

“I promise, I don’t wolf-whistle just any pretty girl at 7-Eleven.” 

Your weapon of choice drops into your basket, face softening at the man in front of you. “Hoseok?” 

You almost double-take, thinking for just a half-second that you could be dreaming. It’s been so long, but seeing the pearly white grin on his face and the red cap on his head feels all too familiar, and you’re overwhelmed with emotion. Dropping your basket you throw your arms around him, laughing when he nearly stumbles and you two almost topple over the dried foods section. 

Heat stains Hoseok’s cheeks, not used to being this close with you. “Didn’t think you had it in you to miss me,” he says lightly, only half-joking. 

“Of course I missed you, Hobi,” you admonish, leaning back slightly to adjust the cap that turned wonky once you embraced him. “It’s been what, two months?” 

“Almost five, actually,” you can feel him tense up as you try to adjust the bangs on his forehead. This must be really awkward for him, but you made a promise to someone to try to become better friends with him, so why not start now? “But I guess it doesn’t count for you if you were in a coma for two of them.” 

“Right,” 

Hoseok watches your eyes glaze over, deep in thought. In his haste he grabs your basket, gesturing for you to follow him to the register. You don’t even argue when he starts to pay for you, slipping the bottle of aspirin he wanted to pick up upon finding you in the same aisle. 

“Hobi?” you ask, following him outside. 

“Yeah?”

“We should hang out,” you say, ignoring the surprise on Hoseok’s features. He wasn’t expecting that, “My family pretty much rearranged my place while I was away, and put in a lot of home workout stuff,” he chuckles at the face you make, “but they left my old tennis racket. I know you used to play so I could use a partner.”

To your utter relief Hoseok nods brightly, “I’d like that.” 

You grin, taking your leave as Hoseok follows your trail. You try to hide how giddy you are by hiding your head in your hood, smiling wide at the thought of spending more time with Hoseok. Both of you seem to be headed in the same direction, Hoseok making small talk about what’s going on in his life and what you’ve missed. 

He stops in front of the apartment complex, gesturing to the studio he’s currently practicing in. “I should go call Jungkook for you,” he says, “he’s been worried sick about you.” 

At the mention of Jungkook, you shove your hands in your burgundy pocket, wringing at the old fabric. “I’ll call him tomorrow,” you say, biting your lip, “I’m not quite ready yet.” 

“Of course,” and it looks like he wants to ask more, but out of politeness he doesn’t. He’s always had a vague understanding of your relationship with Jungkook, but it isn’t his business. “But if he asks about you—which he does a lot and it’s super annoying—I’m not lying.” 

“Wouldn’t expect you to,” you smile. 

“That boy, he visited you every day he could. You know that?” Your heart softens at the confession, and you heat up. Hoseok reaches over to squeeze your shoulder, bending down to send you a smile equally as heartening. “So call him soon, okay?” 

The both of you part ways feeling lighter and sweeter. The rest of your way back up to your apartment is peaceful, until you hear someone crying on your floor. Your heart aches seeing your old co-worker slumped up against your door. Her hair has grown in, surprisingly not styled and she looks like she’s just ran a marathon to beat you. When she sees you approach her, she gives you a wobbly pout. 

“You bitch,” Sehlyung says with no bite to her tone. She’s teary, and has been sitting against your door because the lock has changed. You must’ve just missed each other, “why didn’t you tell me the second you arrived in the city?” 

“I was just going to call you,” you bend down to reach her eyes, “how’d you know I was already here?” 

“C-cousin texted me,” she holds up her phone, wiping her face with her sleeve, “she’s a surprisingly good texter for a five-year-old.” 

You laugh, offering a hand to pull her up. “I’ve missed you,” 

“Fuck, I’ve missed you too,” and she hugs you, squeezing your insides out with every fiber of your being. “I’m so so sorry, baby.” 

“It’s not your fault—” 

“I fucking know! I know it’s not my fault but just let me be sorry and hug you,” you relent after that, letting her cry on your shoulder as you fumble for the door so you can both catch up comfortably. 

You set up the table for your feast, lining up everything from 7-Eleven onto the coffee table as Sehlyung busies herself by pouring you guys cups of tea. She eats quietly, to your surprise. You didn’t realize how much this accident would have affected her, especially being the last person you saw before you left. The two of you exchange simple, mindless talk, with Sehlyung complaining about how much harder work has gotten and how boring your life in the facility, to the point that you wanted to teach the patients English just for the fun of it. 

Sehlyung still looks a little weary, as if expecting you to be upset and blame her like she wanted to. You don’t give her that, instead you reach over to pat the black roots of her hair. “Girl, how  could you let it grow out like this?” you admonish, knowing how much she hated to see roots after the first two weeks. 

“Was waiting for you,” she mumbled between bites of her onigiri, “you’re the only one that does my roots. Can’t have some salon jip me for hundreds of won just because you got into a coma.” 

You laugh, patting your knees as you move to your bathroom. “Pretty sure your hair stuff is still here,” you chirp, “let me fix that for you while you’re here, yeah?” 

After the day is spent and Sehlyung’s hair is freshly dyed, you two cap off the night with some popcorn and a subpar romance movie. The two of you aren’t really paying much attention to it, instead the focus is on the silent understanding the two of you have as you bask in each other's presence. 

Sehlyung leans her head on her shoulder, smelling like fresh conditioner. “Y’know,” she says, “he blames himself too.” 

“Jungkook?” you know exactly who she's referring to. 

“Yeah, probably because of what he said that night,” 

“You two are such softies,” you remark, pulling her closer, “all tough and strong on the outside so no one sees how weak you are to the people you love.” 

•━━━━━━»•»💮💮💮«•«━━•••

Cleaning up your work locker is like unfolding a time capsule.

Thankfully, everything’s still there (aside from your Caprese sandwich Sehlyung so thankfully remembered to dispose of.) You take great care in putting all your things in your duffle bag, from your extra hoodie in case it gets cold to the soft covered textbooks that are worn from love and overuse. 

You thumb your finger over the photograph of you and Jungkook, untacking it from the inside door. You don’t even remember when this was taken, a blurry polaroid of you on his back with sparklers in each hand. Both of you look hysterical, from the manic grin on Jungkook’s face to the slightly panicked face you sport because the sparklers are hovering dangerously close to your faces. 

A little part of you feels bittersweet in closing this part of your life, but you have a feeling that this chapter ended long ago. 

Making quick work to drop off your locker key among other workstuffs, you manage to catch a glimpse of some familiar faces working. The studio door is open, presumably to air out the seven sweaty bodies that have been working tirelessly. You pop your head open, nose crinkling at the smell. 

You barely get a word in as passing staff come to greet you and marvel on your recovery. It’s a little overwhelming, but seeing the relief and relaxation on their faces as they take in your healed body like you’re Jesus reincarnate. 

You also notice that Jungkook’s nowhere in sight.

Namjoon bumbles over to you, throwing himself on you like a bear swallowing you whole. “We missed you so much!” 

“Ugh, sweaty!” you make a face when his muscle tee is practically transparent, “Joon, you’re like a sauna!” 

He fakes a defeated sigh, making an exaggerated gesture of holding his shoulders in a tired shrug. “I get it, you don’t wanna hug me,” he declares, “after months and months, the only person you’re really looking for in this room is Jeon—” you squirm among the staff and the way they mull around the room, seemingly disinterested in your conversation. 

But of course, you never know who could be listening in. 

Namjoon cuts himself short and squeezes your shoulder, as if to say you know what I mean. 

“You actually just missed him. He left his extra clothes at the dorm. If you leave now, you’ll be able to catch him,” Jimin offers. He’s slumped on the ground, regarding you with a secret smile. 

“Yeah, and it’s okay if he’s five minutes late.” Hoseok pipes up, downing a water bottle. 

“Or ten.” 

“Or a day late,” Hoseok finally says, “a day is fine.” 

You snort, looking between the three boys. “I wasn’t looking for him,” you scoff, but from the looks on their faces, they already knew. With an exasperated shout and a rushed goodbye, you dart out of the studio, acutely aware of the giggles that follow you out. 

•━━━━━━»•»💮💮💮«•«━━•••

The floor of their apartment took up the entire complex and then some, so you had to get Namjoon’s code to reach that floor. A little part of you knew you also could’ve just texted Jungkook to wait for you, but you had an inkling you would chicken out the second your phone indicated he was typing. The animated (...) always gave you a little bit of anxiety. 

But now you’re at their front door and you’re not so sure if you feel ready. You felt ready this morning, when you dressed “comfortably but cute” in an outfit appropriate for cleaning out your previous job’s locker and just so happening to stumble upon Jungkook. That didn’t happen, and now you no longer have the cushion of being at the company surrounded by people. 

It would just be him and you, for as long as you two need. 

You’re only allowed to dive headfirst into the situation, because suddenly Jungkook is barreling out the door, presumably rushing to get to practice. He’s also equal amounts of sweaty, but at least has a clean shirt on. The white cotton is haphazardly thrown on, the collar so wide that the gap seeps onto his tanned chest.

Said chest barrels into your face, and you go down hard. 

He cries your name like a prayer, dropping whatever’s in his hands to kneel to your aid. He’s shaking, unable to register that you’re simultaneously here and not here because he just bulldozed the entirety of his weight into your unsuspecting body. 

You’re dizzy, trying hard to focus on him through bleary eyes. Jungkook looks like he’s about to cry. His carmine eyes scan your body for damages, and his one hand cards roughly through his untrimmed hair. The slight curl from yesterday’s salon job has lessened, but still manages to bounce back despite his futile attempts to get his bangs out of the way. 

“J-Jung—” dammit, why was it so hard to formulate two syllables? “Oreos.”  

“Wha?” 

“Your Oreos,” your eyes flicker to the quickly escaping tins that came from his arms, wheeling further and further down the hallway, “running away.” 

He scoffs, but you can tell he’s trying not to laugh by the quirk of his lips, “They’re fine. They’re not going anywhere,” he steps back a bit, sitting on his heels to give you some breathing room, “you on the other hand, can’t go anywhere.” 

You narrow your eyes, “I didn’t come here to just leave,” you say, “I came here to talk to you, until you so gracefully said hello to me with the entirety of your muscle mass.” 

Jungkook deflates, “Sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” so much for a graceful start, “let’s get inside.” 

“I uh, I have practice,” but he scrambles to pick up the Oreos and the clothes he dropped, “so we can start talking for a bit and then… ?” 

“Ah, Hoseok said you can come to practice tomorrow,” he lights up at the mention of his friend, “I mean, if you want. I don’t know how important this practice is but—” 

“It’s not,” he blurts, then sees the shock on your face when he’s cut you off, “I mean, it’s important but not that important. I mean uh, in comparison to now, and your head… and the Oreos.” 

“Right.” 

Not trusting yourself to get up too fast, you decide to crawl around to gather up the tins of Oreos while Jungkook moves to pick up your bag. With three tins gathered in your arms, you take the proffered hand Jungkook offers you to hoist you up. Your head throbs a little, but you know Jungkook’s got you. You try not to think too hard about the hand in your grip as it switches to hover over your waist as he leads you inside. 

The penthouse isn’t as different as you imagined it would be. Then again, you could imagine how little time they spend in here anyway. The granite and dark wood kitchen remains, and your hands hover over the cool material. You’ve always been jealous of their living space, and often grumble about how their kitchen and living room spans about three sizes of your apartment combined. 

Jungkook’s nose pokes in your bag as he sets it down, “You picked up all your work stuff?” 

“Yeah,” 

He gives you a strained smile, “It’s definitely not going to be the same without you at work,” you can tell how equal parts truthful and embarrassed he is, given by the way he breaks eye contact with you. “I mean, we can put in a good word for you if you want to come back?” he offers, “I don’t know if there’s still a position available for teachers but,” 

You shake your head, one hand gripping the counter. You want to tell him that it isn’t his job to find him, but your heart is feeling particularly achy looking at the way he does want to help. After all, you two were still very close before your coma and the weeks leading up to your fight, “I think I want to try new things,” you say, “but thanks anyway.” 

“Oh-kay,” his eyes look towards where you two should get comfy. The living room is the most obvious option, but the thought of any of his members or staff coming in at any moment terrifies him, “let’s go to my room.” 

Unfortunately the Golden Closet isn’t made for two. He blanches as you two appear at his front door, noting the odds and ends of speakers, mixers, cameras and microphones taking up space on the floor and his desk. God, you must think he really doesn’t have his shit together after all this time. 

“So, you still sleep on electrical equipment?” you say wryly, climbing up to reach the bed. The only reason the bed is unoccupied is because it’s a half-bunk, high enough to avoid any of Jungkook’s things. 

It takes a second for Jungkook to follow you up, and he almost loses his breath at the sight of you sitting cross-legged, waiting patiently for him to sit across from you. It’s like old times, where you’d sleep in his room and wait for him to get back so you can finish another episode of whatever show you two were catching up on. It’s been awhile since he’s slept in his own bed, so the sheets are fresh and it's easy for you to sit on a clean space. 

“So,” Jungkook exhales, “what’s being in a coma like?” 

He wants to slap himself. Repeatedly. 

Your demeanor cracks, and maybe it wasn’t the wrong thing to say because up until now he never realized how much he missed your smile. “Waking up was the awful part, like the truck crashed into me in the middle of the room,” you reel it back when you see Jungkook’s face pinch, as if he thought back to his time watching over you in the hospital, helpless, “but uh, other than that, quite painless.” 

“That’s a relief,” and you feel better seeing Jungkook’s shoulders slump in his t-shirt, looking relatively calmer than before. You tilt your head, wanting to gauge his expression by sneaking a glance under his chin, where he’s tucked in his facials. “I uh, about the last time we talked…” In other words, the last time we fought,  but he’s still not looking at you, and it’s so unlike him. Jungkook doesn’t like beating around the bush, he’s a man who likes to cut to the chase and get straight to the poison of a conversation. 

But it’s been a full thirty seconds and you decide that’s enough, as he’s starting to look like a tortured animal and you feel the need to put him out of his misery. 

Placing a gentle hand on his knee you breathe, “It’s okay,” and his eyes flicker to yours, expectant. “I’m not going to push it, push us anymore. That wasn’t fair to you and I’m sorry. But we can still be friends and that’s more important to me.” 

And suddenly Jungkook’s face shoots up and he’s panicked. He looks sweaty, scarlet, and on edge all over again, as if you asked him to jump off Mount Fuji without a spotter. “Wait, wait,” he splutters, nearly banging his head on his ceiling. Jungkook tugs your hand back, pulling you to him, “y-you don’t want to try anymore?” 

You stare hard at the hand encasing yours, “Like I said, I want to start a new chapter in life.” 

“But that’s not what I was getting at.” 

You raise a brow, “So then what are you getting at?” 

And he clams up again. If you two were in a bigger space, you could imagine yourself tapping your foot impatiently, to the point that it got annoying and Jungkook would snap at you and give you a proper explanation to his weird behavior. 

Finally he exhales, “I dreamed about you.” 

You narrow your eyes in confusion, “What kind of dreams?” 

“Random ones,” he shakes his head, trying to recollect them. “They were of us, but not really us, y’know? It was like a different life, we did all the fun stuff we used to do,” he frowns, thinking he must sound really stupid that he’s betting everything on a couple of imaginations, “and some of it wasn’t. Like we’d be in the city taking pictures, or arguing in a library. But we were so happy,” he stops himself, because now he’s starting to feel silly, “and it made me think of what would happen if I met you under different circumstances, and even though it’s hard under our circumstances I want—a-are you crying?” 

You start to whine, displeased with your emotions as you start to think about the past four months. Had Jungkook seen what you lived through? If so, how? Rubbing furiously at your eyes, you shake your head furiously, “Sorry, it’s just been awhile since I’ve cried it out,” you forge up, “pl-please continue.” 

Jungkook moves sloth-slow, making sure his actions didn’t hurt you in any way. When he senses your consent, he pulls you over to his side of the bed, wrapping a tentative arm around your shoulder. Your scent engulfs his senses when you instinctively lay your head on his shoulder, your breath lingering between his neck. 

“I really hated myself for a while,” he admits, “when I saw you in that hospital bed, I just couldn’t stop thinking about all the things I’ve wanted to experience with you and,” he’s starting to feel a glimmer of what you’re feeling, and he sniffs, resting his chin on your head, “if you’re going to start a new chapter in life, I want to be part of it too because I love you.” 

Expecting your shock, he turns his head away for yours to whip up, face centimeters from yours. “Y-you love me?” you echo, mouth open and eyes wide. 

He laughs at your expression, “I’m sure you knew that. We’ve been idiots for the better half of the year.” 

“I know… but hearing it is different!” you’re caught up in the whirlwind, leaning forward to tug on his collar, “C-can I kiss you?” A little part of you is impatient, a bit too greedy for your usual demeanor but you’ve longed for him so. 

Jungkook pouts, “You didn’t even say I love you back.”

“That’s a no?” 

“I didn’t even brush my teeth…” 

“Jungkook.” 

He tries not to smile too hard at your eagerness. As much as he wants to kiss you, he needs to think better and continue on with his apology. It’s the least you deserve. “I’m sorry for not respecting your feelings that day,” he says, running his hands across your body. They stop at the curve of  your waist, holding you down flush against him. You feel your body sing in response, but you tamp it down when he continues, “I shouldn’t have made the decision for you by rejecting you like that, it… it wasn’t fair to our feelings.”  

“It wasn’t fair at all, and it hurt a lot.” you agree completely, and as much as it pained him to hear it, he needed to. Letting go of his collar, you sit back between his legs, “but I understand why.” 

“And the next morning when I woke up, and everyone was crying I—” he’s choked up, tangling a hand through your hair to affirm that you’re really here, and really okay, “I know it’s not my fault, but I felt like I was in a movie. Like one of those crappy romances where one character gets into a really bad accident and the dumb boy finally realizes how much he loves her.” 

He looks guilty, as if he wants to tack on how he feels like it is his fault. Jungkook bites his lip, fearful that you’ve realized he’s not good enough for you. No matter how many times he’s fabricated the scenario in his head, he only pictures the disappointment and pain in your features for falling for a guy like him. 

But instead, you reach over with bright eyes leaning on your elbows to press a kiss to Jungkook’s mouth. It isn’t even a long kiss, but it feels nothing short of a cool wave washing him in relief. You pull away before he could deepen it, and you giggle when you see his mouth still puckered open like a fish. “You are a dumb boy,” you murmur, “but I still love you.” 

You go soft in his grip when his eyes glow, sparkling carmine with nothing but sheer love and affection for you. The feeling comes unbridled, genuine and all-encompassing for the first time in a long time. He doesn’t know how much time he can cherish with you before he’s whisked away to his next activity, but he can surely make the best of what he has now. 

It takes no effort for him to pull you in a sitting position, making it so your arms wrap around his trim waist. Snug together, he presses kisses to every part of your face, your nose, your cheeks, your forehead, your lips. 

This feeling, this touch is long overdue for the both of you, but you’re languid in your attention, letting it wash over you like the sun on a warm day. You’ve missed him so much, you’ve missed this Jungkook. The man who has been with you through thick and thin for over a year, who’s struggled with the weight of the world and the audience of millions, is in love with you as much as you are him. Jungkook, who sings your worries away and makes you want to become a better person with each passing moment, is holding you like the most precious thing on the planet. 

His kisses turn white hot, wetting your neck as he hoists you up to settle neatly on his thighs. A soft, high-pitched sigh escapes your lips when you feel something hard and thick press into your core. 

A sense of urgency fills his radar at the press of your thighs locking tighter around his body. “Fuck, babe—” his hands grip the swell of your hips, bucking into you once, twice, so hard that the frame shakes. “You’re so, pretty I—” you moan into his neck, hands running every expanse of available skin, “I love you so, so much, pretty girl.” 

You stop to clutch his face with both hands, enjoying the way your thumbs brush his pretty cheekbones and your palms fill with his soft, adorable cheeks. “I love you, too. Now, will you make love to me?” 

“Fuck, yes,” and the fondness in your eyes immediately glaze over when he throws all his weight into you again, making you feel weak and wet with pleasure. 

“Jungkook,” you drawl, “just like that, please I—AH!” 

It isn’t a cry of pleasure. A little too into it, Jungkook thrusts particularly hard, enough for you to come down and the bedframe to soon follow. There’s a sickening crack in the metal, and the both of you immediately scramble as you feel your combined weight sinking into the corner of the bunk. Jungkook clutches your body in a vice, prepared to protect you in the event you two come crashing down. Now Jungkook remembers why he hasn’t been sleeping in his bed as of late. 

It’s dead silent, apart from your labored breathing. When your eyes finally refocus, you notice that you two have dipped and you’re looking at Jungkook from a slight angle, your weight tipping. You two broke the frame. 

“Kook,” you cry, digging your nails into his shoulder, “you need a new bed!” 

He shakes his head, “Don’t think this bed was made for this kind of activity,” he peels the thin mattress, noting the way that two bolts in the paneling have come loose. One panel has already slipped, hanging at the edge and creating a large gap. He shakes his butt experimentally, noting the way the framework swerves with him. “That’s not good.” 

“How could you have not noticed the loose bed frame!” 

“It’s kind of hard to worry about your bed when you have a job that requires you being awake 25/8.” 

“Well, how do we get down without bringing the whole frame down?” 

“Uh, I’ll throw you down in that little space by the door. Make sure to tuck in your knees and make a ‘lil triangle with your hands in case—” 

“What the fuck—you’re going to take a chance and throw the love of your life down the bunk?”

“Babeeee,” he whines, eyes zeroing in on his precious computer directly under the frame,  “there’s expensive equipment down there!” 

With a glare, you swivel your hips on his dick and he groans, unable to move. He barely gets a centimeter upwards before the frame moves and squeaks even lower. You don’t bat an eye when Jungkook panics for your safety over pleasure. Payback. “Call Seokjin,” you demand, pulling out your phone from your back pocket, “now.” 

There’s something familiar in this kind of banter, and you want to akin this feeling to home. All your tears shed, your longings to go back to this world, all pinpoint to the home that is Jeon Jungkook. 

Jungkook mutters something under his breath about you being too bossy, punching the numbers in. As soon as Seokjin answers, you send him a sultry wink and move. 

It… isn’t sexy. You’re giggling as Jungkook holds his breath, tells Seokjin on the line as tersely as possible that he needs to get here as soon as possible with some help and a new bed frame. Jungkook’s face is read, giving you warning looks as you bounce on him, the metal edging you on in a way that’s simultaneously unsafe and thrilling. When Jungkook hangs up, he sends you a look that says you’re gonna get it but instead presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. The chaste gesture makes you melt in his arms.  

Silent, he pulls away and your thumb brushes his shiny lips, smiling at you as you wait it out. 

As you lean your head in his shoulder and wait for help, you’re reminded of something. Not long ago, another Jungkook told you that he couldn’t wait to fall in love with you again, and now you’re echoing the same sentiment. You can’t wait to love him, too. 

#jungkook fic #jungkook fluff #bts fic #goldenclosetnet #btsghostiebingo #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic

[feistypaants-archived]

Between The Pipes [Chapter 4]

Rating: M Words: 2099 Pairing: Kristanna Summary: When a new owner takes over the Arendelle Ice Breakers, Kristoff isn’t sure about his future with the team. That is, until a PR nightmare throws the newest member of the media team, who also just so happens to be the daughter of the new owner, right into his arms. Kristoff and Anna can’t even stand the interviews they have to do together… how on earth are they going to fix this mess? Hockey!AU.

[Chapter Index]

Where To Read: [AO3]

Notes: so... I should have mentioned that I’m not the biggest fan of the parents, and think they were super neglectful towards Anna. That’s very much going to be reflected in this fic :^) Agnarr isn’t a very good father lololol. ANYWAY....  

Enjoy!

Anna sighed as she walked into her apartment, kicking off her heels and almost immediately undoing her bra. Oh, sweet relief. Her first day went better than expected, all things considered. She had taken notes of player names, numbers, and positions, hoping to get her best chance at remembering them all. It wouldn’t look so good if she couldn’t even remember their names. 

She padded to her small kitchen, barely enough room for a stove and fridge, and poured herself a hefty glass of wine. It may have only been three in the afternoon, but she deserved it, damn it.

Moving to the living room, she fell backwards ungracefully onto her small loveseat and took in a deep breath before sipping at her glass. 

And then promptly pissed herself off by thinking about that stupid goalie.

When he had come over to meet her, Anna had noticed the way his eyes had roamed. Noticed the way his cheeks flushed. It was easy enough to play with. So she had, and then, god damn it, she found that she wanted more than just his eyes on her.

She made the next sip a long one.

He had apologized, even if it seemed forced, and she appreciated that he owned up to it, at the very least. And then he shook her hand and she felt an actual shock course up her spine.

And then she spent the next hour watching him out of the corner of her eye, imagining that stupid large hand in her hair, around her thigh, under her skirt — 

Oh my god shut up.

One of the players had scored on him, and he skated forward, ducked low, and grabbed his teammate around the waist before hoisting him over his shoulder, the whole team laughing along. If he could lift a six-foot tall hockey player over his shoulder with ease, what the hell would he be able to do to her?

She… needed to have sex, god damn it.

But not with him.

Or maybe with him.

She really didn’t know what to think. He was an ass but god damn was he attractive.

Anna was gnawing on her lip, finger twisting in her still loose curls, mind wandering farther and farther into that forbidden place when her phone started ringing. Startled and flushed, Anna scrambled across the sofa to dig in her bag and find the offensive sound. She looked down to see her fathers’ name flashing across the screen, and she practically yelped before taking a deep breath and pressing accept.

“Hi, papa.”

“Hello, Anna. How did your first day go?”

Anna sighed and slumped further down into the couch. “It went really well, but I think they all wished the actual owner was there instead of his know-nothing daughter.”

“Oh, they’ll warm up to you, everyone does.”

Her heart pounded heavier in her chest, anxiety growing with every thump. That stung, more than she thought it would.

“... Thanks, papa.”

“Are the new players I brought in meshing well with the other men”

“I… think so.” If she was being honest, Anna didn’t really know. She wasn’t one hundred percent sure who was here in the first place and who he traded for. She heard him sigh and she clenched her phone a little tighter. “I’m sorry, I think I’ll know more after a few days.”

“Sure. Well, I’m glad it went well.”

“Me —“

“Bye, Anna. See you on Sunday.”

Her eyes fluttered, trying their best to blink away the wetness that was threatening to build up behind the lids. “Yeah, papa, bye…” 

Love you, too.

Maybe she should fuck the goalie. Just to piss him off.

Anna threw back the rest of her glass, and immediately moved to get another one.

—

The next few days were a whirlwind of paperwork, learning the ropes, and practicing the kind of things she would be covering in her interviews. During games, she’d be wandering around the Arena, doing fun events with fans - games, trivia, and other similar things to help them feel included and entertained during intermissions and downtime in play.

It sounded really fun, after all! Anna really couldn’t wait to get out there and talk with the fans. She was a little nervous that they’d see right through her, but Gerda promised her that there would be little to no hockey knowledge she would actually have to know - they’d go over anything that would come up beforehand.  

With players, however, she’d be discussing outcomes, how they were feeling, how they planned to move forward from potential bad plays and penalties.

That made Anna super nervous. She was assured that the players probably wouldn’t want to talk to her too much anyway, would just want to get back on the ice or back to the locker room, and they all knew that media didn’t always know as much about the game as they did. They’d prep her before any interviews, let the players know what she knew, and it would run smoothly, no problem.

No problem.

None… nope.

She still wanted to learn more about the game, and Sven had offered.

Anna made her way to the locker room, saddened to not see him around. It wasn’t until she ran into another player, Bryant, she thought his name was, that she was directed to the weight room, assured that Sven was in there, getting in his daily sets.

As she approached, she heard his voice and the tell-tale dropping of weights, and suddenly grew slightly embarrassed. Would he want her interrupting him? Would it annoy him? She figured he seemed nice enough, but he was a professional, and probably wouldn’t appreciate some newbie from the media team bugging him to learn the basics of the game, which she could just as easily google…

But he offered.

Taking a deep breath, Anna hiked her bag further up her arm, stepped into the doorway, head down, fiddling with the bracelet on her wrist. “Hey, Sven, sorry to bother y—“

And then she made the mistake of looking up.

Standing in front of her, glistening with sweat, shirt half up his chest as he wiped at his forehead with the hem of it, was number 72, goalie extraordinaire, Kristoff Bjorgman. 

“Sorry uh,” she felt her entire face flush as her eyes took in the sight before her, hard chest, strong stomach, thin waist with a defined hipbone and Jesus Christ this was not fair. “Sven uh, you…” she hummed, reaching down to the bag on her shoulder desperate to turn her focus anywhere, anywhere but the delicious drip of sweat that had started between his pecs and was slowly making its way down down down.

“Hey, Anna!” Sven laughed, looking between the two of them. “What’s up?”

She tried to focus on him, the one who was not tormenting her with his body. Totally ignoring the smirks that had stretched on both of the mens’ faces. “Oh, god, nothing really.” She pulled out a useless piece of paper and shook her head in annoyance. “Just, um, went over what my responsibilities would be here on the media team and…”

Her eyes glanced up for just long enough to see Kristoff’s hands move to his hips, dropping his shirt, but not enough because there was still a damn piece of skin peeking out over his loose basketball shorts and Anna started backing up with a laugh.

“Well, god, you know I don’t know anything,” she bumped into a piece of equipment before startling and jumping to the side. “You said you’d be willing to teach me? I was…” and then she tripped over her own feet and rammed her back into the doorframe. Mumbling a curse under her breath, she did her best to stand tall and bite down her blush, which had spread down her chest and warmed her entire body. 

“Are you still able to help?”

Sven was snickering behind his hand, glancing up at Kristoff before turning his gaze back to Anna. “Yeah  Anna, absolutely.”

“Great!” She was definitely too perky. “That’s… that’s great, thanks so much. So we can set a time —“ Turning her head to check her surroundings first, Anna stepped backwards through the doorway. “Maybe early next week, um, okay, thanks!”

As soon as she was out of sight, Anna leaned back against the wall and sighed, blushing deeper when she heard Sven burst out laughing, a loud “I told you so!” following.

Oh Jesus fucking Christ.

—

Her father, true to his word, showed up early Sunday morning, meeting her and Coach Mattias at the rink. They gave him a tour, a quick overrun of all their plans for the season, and soon enough, he seemed elated. 

“It all sounds great. Thank you, Mattias. Anna, shall we?”

Anna glanced briefly at the coach, apologies in her eyes at the short meeting and abrupt departure of her father, before following him down the hall. “Papa, you should really meet all the guys —“

“There’s time for that, later.” He turned back to her for just a moment, frowning. “Is there anywhere decent around here for lunch?”

And soon they were driving towards the local pub, one that Anna had been frequenting in lieu of actually getting groceries for her apartment. It was delicious, but rough around the edges. Maybe that’s why she liked it so much. The complete opposite of everything in LA. 

Her father didn’t agree.

There was clear disgust on his face as they sat at a booth, and he immediately started laying out napkins as if to protect his skin from the wood of the table.

“Papa…” she groaned, rolling her eyes. “It’s clean.”

“I’m sure.”

They ordered, and sat in silence for a while as he turned to his phone, checking emails and anything else that could distract him from their first moment together in almost two weeks. 

Anna bit at her lip and picked at her nail. “So… how are things?”

He blinked up at her, frowning. “I suppose, just fine. Elsa is working closely with me, keeping an eye on new and upcoming players. We’re hoping to make it to the finals this year.”

She tried her best to give him a genuine smile. “Oh, yeah, that sounds good.” Her eyes dropped to the table, continuing to scratch nervously at her nail. “Things are good here, too,” she tried, hoping for some actual engagement. 

When he put his phone down with another sigh, Anna counted it as a win. “That’s great, Anna. Do you think you’ll like your job?”

An actual smile graced her lips before she let out a little laugh. “Oh, yeah, I think it’ll be great. Sven —“

“Sven?”

“Oh, the… the captain. Pederson?”

“Right, yes.”

“He,” she mumbled, confidence dwindling. “He’s going to teach me a bit about the game, help me actually understand what’s happening, so I don’t… you know, make a fool of myself.” Anna finished with a laugh, thankful that she could see their food coming from the corner of her eye.

“Well, yes.” He paused to thank the waitress, smiling. “That’s… good.”

Anna swallowed, hearing the hesitation in his voice.

“Yeah, and, uh…” She started pulling her silverware out of the napkin roll. “Well, I had a little problem with the goalie, at first. But I think —“

“Please don’t cause any trouble.”

She could already feel tears prickling at her eyelids. “What? He —“

“I didn’t mind you messing around with them in LA, Anna. We had no… investment to worry about.”

His face was so stoic, she couldn’t bear to look at him. 

“I do not want to —“

“Please, Anna. We can’t afford your… reckless behavior, this time.”

“I never did anything…”

Agnarr snapped at the waitress, and Anna felt her entire body tense. God, she hated when he did that. But calling her over was her father’s way of stopping the conversation. He clearly had no interest in hearing what she had to say, and suddenly Anna couldn’t wait for him to leave.

She never did anything in LA. Just a couple dates with lame guys, only one of whom was decent enough for her to even want to hook up with. And by the end of it, Anna realized that he was the most self-centered man she had ever met who only cared about getting himself off, and then she blocked his number and moved on with her life.

And quite frankly, she did not appreciate her father insinuating something different.

What a nice visit this was turning out to be.

#btpfic #kristanna #feistypantswrites #ehehe

[shirtlesssammy]

15x05: Proverbs 17:3

Then:

I’m not crying, you’re crying!

Now:

(weeping in corner ---this is Steve Yockey’s last episode) 

Black Forest, Colorado

Three young women on a Pinterest inspired LL Bean photoshoot getaway, toast to friendship and good times. Now that they’re done with college, two of them have found jobs and are on their way to subverting the new world order of underemployment. Ashley, the other friend, will be driving for Uber. 

They all hear a noise outside the tent. Julie goes for more rum and gets yanked. The other one tries closing the tent but is also yanked. Cue Ashley’s screams!

At the bunker, Sam checks his messages to Cas. He’s been texting and texting but hasn’t heard anything back. I am emotional. Dean is going to bury that shit and not even tell his brother what happened? ARGH. Sam hides his phone pretty quick so it’s obvious that he knows something isn’t right --and he doesn’t needle his brother about it so he knows something REALLY isn’t right. 

Dean’s back from a supply run and is back on his overcompensating with food bullshit. He eats a ghost pepper jerky bite and instantly regrets it. On the plus side, we get this:

Anyway, they’ve got a case. 

*Dream Vision Alert*

Lucifer!Sam sits at a table in the bunker. Dean approaches from behind, draws the Colt, asks for forgiveness, and shoots Sam in the back of the head. Lucifer!Sam doesn’t die though. The wound heals and his eyes glow red. Lucifer!Sam scoffs at the idea that the Colt would kill him, adding, “we both knew it had to end this way.” Then fire consumes Dean. 

Sam wakes in the Impala. Dean wants to know what’s up but Sam will only admit to a bad dream. 

They reach Colorado and instead of their usual routine, Dean pulls out some old school tricks: Fish and Wildlife agents. They were babies! (But this is also just such a nice way to show HOW MUCH Sam and Dean have changed over the years. The story Chuck was telling in season one has changed so much --they are not the same anymore. And while Dean continues to repress his current issues (ala Cas), it’s clear that he’s not the same.)

They go in and talk with the sheriff.

(Also, this is yet another week using an actor that has been in a previous episode of Supernatural. I realize this does happen, but this actress played Tara, the hunter that helped Dean and Crowley find Cain and the First Blade--and the Mark of Cain.) 

The sheriff doesn’t think these attacks are animal in nature. There’s one witness they can talk to. They head to the hospital to talk with her. They ask what she remembers. She flashes back to the forest. She’s running and a man/monster is chasing her. She’s reluctant to talk, but Dean assures her that they’ve heard it all. The man that killed her friends had claws and fangs. A werewolf. Dean tells the poor girl that monsters and werewolves are all real. 

Dean gets a name. Sam points out that it wasn’t a full moon the night Ashley was attacked (Dean suggests pureblood), and Sam sets off to find an address. 

They head to a cabin in the woods where Andy, the werewolf, lives with his brother, Josh. They’re isolated, reluctant to have visitors, don’t have a phone. Just as God intended. Sam and Dean leave. 

Josh yells at Andy for not killing Ashley. I’m just loling all over the place. This melodramatic crazy is TOO much. Family of werewolves that hunt people. Their dad’s dead but it’s the family business. Reluctant younger brother...

The brothers check in at the Sleepy Bear Inn. (Have we mentioned HOW MUCH WE LOVE JERRY WANEK? It’s true!) 

They’ve got Ashley under their protection. They need to go take care of “the lumberjack twins.” Sam wonders why this whole case seems too easy. Lololol. Ashley asks the brothers to stay with her until she falls asleep. Meanwhile, Andy and Josh are outside the motel ready to kill her. 

Dean and Ashley talk about hunting. Dean says he likes his job --helping people. She asks if he ever wanted to be anything else: Jimi Hendrix. He says that so quickly. It breaks me a bit. But then he toes the company line. Ashley wondering how great life would be if it was all planned out. That makes Dean turn a little green. Poor bby. 

Sam wakes Sleeping Beauty - I mean, Dean. He zonked out while Sam headed out to get food and while he was sleeping, Ashley disappeared.

Cut to Ashley who is astonishingly NOT DEAD YET. She’s tied up in a bloody slaughter room, though. The two werewolf bros burst in, mid argument. “This isn’t who we are,” Andy protests, his pure white, tucked-in sweater standing out sharply against the ACTUAL BLOOD SPATTERED WALL. (Like, seriously, guys. Get a cleaning service, at least. That can’t be sanitary.)

“This is exactly who we are,” Josh growls. Hoooo-boy.

Dean and Sam race back to the cabin and quickly follow Ashley’s screams to the slaughter room. Their approach causes the werewolves to scamper, but not very far. As they attempt to escape, the Winchesters and Ashley get ambushed in the main room. The two werewolves get the upper hand on Dean and Sam, and the werewolf with a taste for human flesh closes in on Dean, snarling. Andy picks up Dean’s dropped gun and points it at Sam. He stares between Sam and Josh in agony.

Andy shoots and kills his brother. “He turned into a monster,” Andy explains tearfully. “And I’m a monster too.” He turns the gun on himself, killing himself with one quick shot to the heart. (Jeez, always the heart in this season. It’s almost like it’s an important metaphor or something.)

“That was weird,” Dean says which is like a total UNDERSTATEMENT… But that doesn’t even come close to what happens next. Dean tries to comfort Ashley, who pushes away and…

…trips and falls right onto the antlers. BOOM. Ashley’s dead. Sam, Dean, and pretty much every single one of us viewers stares at Ashley’s body in shock and confusion. That’s…not…normal. Also, this episode is only half over. WTF?

“Well, this is a bitch,” Ashley grumbles, opening her eyes and standing up, still impaled. She cheerfully flashes her eyes white at Sam. She’s LILITH, baby! 

Lilith has clearly never made friends with the phrase “Loose lips sink ships” because she spills E V E R Y T H I N G. Chuck pulled her out of the Empty (where she was dead as a demon doornail), gave her instructions to seduce Dean post-rescue, told her to show Sam and Dean the werewolf murder/sacrifice mirror, and sent her to retrieve the magic gun: Ye Olde Equalizer. 

The Winchesters try to fight Lilith, but she blasts them into the walls, knocking Sam out. Dean promises Lilith the gun as long as Sam’s okay. Same old song and dance, my friends. But now we get the feeling that Dean’s SEEING THE SCRIPT even while he’s still feeling utterly trapped by it.

Sam has another vision while he’s power healing through his latest concussion. This time, Dean’s out to kill a human Sam. Dean, under the influence of the Mark of Cain, murders his brother with the first blade. When Sam wakes, the cabin is empty. 

In the Impala, Lilith is sitting about two feet away from the equalizer gun - still hidden in the glove box- and amusedly answers Dean’s questions. She’s massively irked that she’s back on Earth as part of Chuck’s latest story…when the story she THOUGHT her death was integral to was foiled by the Winchesters. It’s adding insult to injury, man. “Wouldn’t it be great if everything was just planned out for you?” she repeats and then laughs right in Dean’s face. Chuck fed her that line directly. 

Lilith chirpily comments on Chuck’s storytelling propensity and his hamfisted werewolf brother foreshadowing. “It always ends the same,” she tells Dean. “One brother killing the other.” 

Back at the motel, I am still UTTERLY DAMN CHARMED at the Wanek crew’s amazing work on this room. 

For Please Come Decorate My House Science:

Dean tells Lilith that she’ll NEVER get the gun and she starts to slice him bit by bit. It’s the death of a thousand cuts!

Sam breaks in and shoots Lilith in the forehead without another word. He traps her in place with a devil’s trap bullet. “I’ve got you now, my pretty!” Sam should have shouted (but didn’t). What he does do is threaten to kill her. Lilith gets pissed at this. Like, EXCUSE HER VERY MUCH, but she’s a total badass who LET Sam kill her back in season four. Don’t mess with her! 

The Winchesters flee but don’t even make it past the parking lot. Lilith zaps out to meet them. Where’s the gun??? She reasons it out, and concludes that the gun is clearly in the Impala. (Clears throat… The most important car in the universe!?) Lilith finds the equalizer pretty much right away and laughs at how damn easy it was. Which...yeah.

“We’ll get it back,” Sam snarls and without further ado, Lilith melts the heck out of the gun. Now it’s just a cooling black pool against the asphalt. Oooooookay. Plan...X?

Back at the bunker, the boys fortify themselves with liquor. Sam leaves ANOTHER voicemail for Cas. (Pardon me while I take a short break to weep and rend my clothing.) “We gave him the head’s up on Chuck and Lilith,” Dean says. “What else are we supposed to do?” Oh, I don’t know. Probably apologize? Tell him you love him and value him as a person. That sort of thing. 

Dean’s pretty shattered at the revelation that Chuck’s still pulling their strings. Thanks to Lilith, he understands that Chuck wants an ending where one of them kills the other. Sam immediately ties this into the dreams he’s been having. “You’re just telling me this, NOW?” Dean asks. And…I think that reaction is justified. Sam speculates that his equalizer wound is showing him Chuck’s endings and MAYBE a slice of Chuck’s mind. 

“This was supposed to be over,” Dean says in response. “Are we just gonna keep running in this friggin’ hamster wheel until we die? Or we get boring and he ends us?” I’m laughing at the direct commentary on how TV shows live and die but also...DEAN BBY. 

Sam thinks they can fight. Dean wants to know how the hell they’re supposed to FIGHT GOD.

______________________________

Goldilocks and the Three Quotes:

Poor, faithful Dean. We both knew it had to end this way

I’ll Freud you

Whatever you’re about to say, I want you to know that we’ve heard worse. We’ve heard weirder

I don’t lie to you. I look out for you

That’s not how this story goes

Oh, you would promise a girl the moon, Dean Winchester

Of the three potential vessels, Ashley had the best hair

God? He is not exactly Shakespeare. He’s more of a low rent Dean Koontz

Be a good boy and show me that BIG GUN, huh?

______________________________

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[nagatsukinura119]

Japan Expo Malaysia Closing Ceremony (28th July 2019)

For the closing ceremony I arrived at the venue 45 minutes earlier than schedule since I wasn’t gonna risk losing my usual spot which I have now dubbed as ‘the lucky spot’. When I arrived, Kousuke Atari was doing his performance. About Kousuke, he is a self-trained musician, and performs in the difficult shima-uta (island-song) style of his hometown. He had a really gentle voice and one can feel calm when listening to him sing, and feel the nostalgia hit. Most of his songs were Japanese, but there was one song that he sang in Chinese, which surprised and impressed me. While his singing was not my cup of tea, but that did not mean I couldn’t appreciate it, and judging from his facial expressions, he was clearly feeling it. Respect to this man. For those who appreciate slow music, this man is the one for them.

After his performance, they showed us the highlights from Day 1 and Day 2, and man did I go all hype when Naachan appeared in the video sequence lmaooo. Aki and Austin then came out and called for all of the artists who had come. The first one was ZIPANG (whose concert I attended on Day 2 for a little while), then Himika Natsume, WIN=W1N (whom I will say had a really cool T-shirt by the way), 0TU1, ToumeinaKankei SampunSanjubyo, Sorgenti (whoooo!), Banzai Japan (yaayyy!), Yoyogi Jyoshi Ongakuin, KiREI (YASSSSSS!!! Okay, I will not hide the fact that I immediately screamed Hanapii’s name, and seriously what luck was bestowed upon me that they stood close to me *seriously this spot really is the lucky spot*), Kiiyama Shouten, *Chocolate Bomb!!, cosmic!! (they stood closest to me ohmygodohmygod *pant pant*). When cosmic!! came out I remember I cheered for them and I think that caught Hanapii’s attention and she spotted me and started waving heartily! She’s just so amazing! I love her so much! After cosmic!! Harupiii came in (whooo!!) and since they needed more space for other artists to stand on stage, KiREI members had to scoot closer to cosmic!! members when Riona was called in. Right when Kousuke was entering the stage, Mianyan saw me and waved at me too! OH GOD! At this point it was really hard to focus elsewhere since the girls were standing so close! Not to mention the cosmic!! boys were also having a blast and started dancing so close to me pahahaha! I tried to film elsewhere but my body seemed like it had its own brain and it was right! Cuz when I focused back on Hanapii, she looked at me again, waving and giving the heart finger as she was leaning forward. Funny yet endearing thing was, Chori-chan next to her followed along and now she saw me too! I loved the fact that when she really realized it was me, she tapped Hanapii’s arm and pointed at me. Oh for goodness’ sake, my heart couldn’t take this much happiness (I’m tearing up as I’m writing this down TvT)!

After all the artists were in, it was time to call the organizers and the important people for photo taking and some speech (I feel bad I didn’t focus on this). Soon after there was a countdown, and five seconds later, the confetti blower started blasting. But here’s the thing I didn’t realize it was there, and I don’t think KiREI members knew either cuz poor Hanapii was startled more since the blast was right in front of her (^w^”). The hype was exhilarating; all the high tension from the artists, the audience and the beat of the blaring music, it was all just so great to be there! Then Hanapii once again turned to me and waved, and I knew I had to use this chance to communicate with her. With just one hand I tried to convey that I was really grateful they came here, and that I was sad that they were about to leave (I used my finger to trail a tear on my cheek lmaoo and she clapped her hands together while nodding). I should mention it was so cute that she kept responding with the same hand gestures that I gave to her. I should also mention that one of cosmic!! members, Tomi started to dance vigorously, and I just couldn’t help but laugh considering our small distance lololol. I kinda wished that I talked to their fangirls to ask more about them ahahah. After a while the artists on stage were called down to the floor, to interact closer with the fans. Sorgenti came first and man Hiroshi’s smile was so wide it was so cute! Trust me when I said my heart was beating so hard even though I wasn’t expecting anything (more like I didn’t want to hope much in order to avoid disappointment lmao). BUT! KiREI members actually came to my side first! HOLY MOTHER OF ALL THAT IS HOLY! As I said before, I CAN’T HANDLE THIS MUCH HAPPINESS!!! Chori-chan was filming with her phone while Hanapii and Mianyan focused on interacting with the fans, and I was so joyful Hanapii took a few seconds to once again look at my camera (gosh I love her!). And Chori-chan had so much fun immortalizing the moment in her Instastory lolol!

Next, *Chocolate Bomb!! came and I’m really a sucker to good-looking people cuz I got enticed by their flawless looks (^v^”). They trotted past me and right behind them was Hiroshi (Sorgenti) and he was walking straight at my way and started passing some tickets (I honestly don’t know what it was) and I thought he was gonna give one to me too but he ended up giving it to the people around me lolol. After going around passing the tickets he came back at my area and looked straight at my camera. I thought he would put some distance between us, but holy crap! He came so close that I was like “Chikai! Chikai! Chikai desu! (Too close! Too close! You’re too close!) But hey, I got lucky to get nice shots of him, yeeeee! From up-close, you could tell that this guy is a chill guy and fun to hang around with. After Hiroshi, the Banzai Japan girls came and I’m glad they did since I really liked their cheery energy. They didn’t really reach me cuz another girl group came in, ToumeinaKankei (for short). They were SERIOUSLY close that I thought in panic, “Girls, girls, too close! Please think about your safety! You don’t know what kind of maniac could be lurking around here!” At least what I respect about these girls were the fact they went to every bit of every corner to reach out all the audience on the floor, making them feel appreciated to be there and for that I was really touched. The girls from Banzai Japan did the same, but with an extra level, in which one of the members crouched in front of two little girls next to me, so there was barely a distance between us and again, I was like “Guuurl, please be careful!” while flutteringly took pictures lolol. Soon after, the cosmic!! members went back on stage and noticed me and started posing for me, SO ADORABLE AND COOL! I need to mention that I STILL HATE MYSELF FOR GETTING BAD QUALITY PICTURES OF THEM (I’ll learn how to use DSLR cameras better after this)!

Okay, by now the artists were slowly climbing back on stage one by one and made their way to the backstage stealthily and I thought that was enough pictures and videos for the night. I couldn’t really see KiREI members since they were being blocked by other artists but I was content with that and I hoped they could get some rest real quick, and wished for their flight to be safe (I didn’t know when their flight was, and I assumed it would be on the next day lolol). So, while at that I was enjoying myself with cosmic!!’s funny antiques and random dances. Just when I thought nothing was gonna surprise me anymore, and I seriously did not expect this because I’m just a regular visitor who happened to really like Hanapii, she totally surprised me by peeking in between Harupiii and Riona, AND THEN STARTED WAVING AND GIVING ME THE FINGER HEART SIGN!!! I swear I’m not making this up, you can actually find this scene in a video on YouTube (I’ll share the gif here). And I don’t care how much I’ve said it, I LOVE HER SO MUCH!!! Right then and there I just, I just cried, like there was no way I couldn’t use my towel right then and there. But before letting the waterfall happen, I responded back to her as much as I could until it was time for them to go. I had to leave the crowd and just took a bit of time to take a breather. I then ran to the backstage to see there was already many people gathering and all the artists had a group photo. Knowing that there was no way I could squeeze my way into the crowd I left the venue. Honestly, I don’t know how to end this report, cuz that’s how it ended. I only remember that I walked to the exit with tears and tried to keep it low.

I will say that, my experiences with KiREI were so much more fun and exciting than my experience with AKB48. I know, to be fair, I spent more time with KiREI and even had direct conversations with them for 3 days straights, in comparison to AKB’s limited one-day visit. If I had to put the satisfaction in numbers, I’d say my experience with AKB48 was 70-80%, while with KiREI it was around 150%, mainly because of the eye contacts with the members during performances and the way they interacted with me during the meet-and-greet sessions. Chori-chan and Mianyan were very very sweet and charming and I wish I interacted with them more. But that’s just how I roll I guess, the first person who charms me will get me first lmaooooo. I will never forget that first and only wink that Hanapii gave to me which had indefinitely fished me towards her and forever turned me into her fan. So, as a KiREI fan, I’m here to spread their name as much as I can, considering they’re not a mainstream idol group, and they deserve more recognition. I know it’s not easy to follow an underground idol group, but it’s not impossible. Especially when they’re going to perform in Mini Tokyo Idol Festival in Bangkok on October. So please follow their Twitter accounts and discover the other 11 members who are attractive and charming in their own ways. Follow them on Twitter, Instagram, watch their Showroom, subscribe to their mail services, go to their live performances, buy their merchandise, but most importantly, show them your support and appreciation and spread their motto “I want to make everything beautiful”.

I’ll make it easy, here are some links for you guys (Their Instastories are LIFE). KiREI: Twitter || Utaten (Mail services) Tanaka Hana: Twitter ||  Instagram Konatsu Mia: Twitter || Instagram  Miyadera Miho: Twitter ||  Instagram

Day 3 report is here!

#Japan Expo Malaysia 2019 #KiREI #Kousuke Atari

[clubdolan]

awe hiding-your-face hug with gray

I got VERY carried away with this but it’s cute and fluffy AF.

Grayson and Ethan had been in Australia for a month on tour, vacationing, doing interviews, photo shoots, you name it. Haiden had been in LA, going to class, working her internship, and finding random nannying jobs to make money.

She missed Grayson. She missed staying at his house instead of her school apartment. She missed late night ice cream runs to the one 24 hour dessert place down the road. She missed going to the warehouse to workout… well she missed Grayson making her come to the warehouse while he worked out. She missed meeting him for lunch between her classes and his filming. She missed his hugs, his hands, stealing his clothes; she missed HIM.

Her small desk calendar with hand written numbers, counted down the days till his return. He had sent her pictures of the water fall they were at and the beach and the skate park and his view from his hotel room. He facetimed her and let her complain about her internship and brag about the homemade donuts she had made the day before.

Haiden tapped her pencil on her notes from class, looking at the number three on her calendar as if she stared at it long enough it would change. The first two weeks she had kept her self busy so she didn’t recognize he was really gone. The third week it was hitting her, she texted him more, called him more, facetimed him more, and definitely thought she couldn’t make it another week.

It was the fourth week now. She gave up on her homework and went to her kitchen to grab her secret stash of chocolate chip cookies and wine. She sat in her bed in one of Grayson’s hoodies and ate a cookie and sipped on wine while looking at her album of pictures of them together. She had reached an all time low.

While she scrolled her phone rang, slightly scaring her.

GRAY💕 would like to FaceTime

“No, no, no, no…” She mumbled to herself, pulling up the hood over her messy hair and using the sleeves to wipe of her cheeks from where she might have been crying.

She swiped to answer it, aiming it at the ceiling as she wiped her cheeks off more. “Hold on…”

“I just wanted to call and tell you goodnight.” Grayson said, trying to figure out the blurry images of her blanket and the wall next to her as she moved around. “Where are you? I wanna see your face.”

“I’m here, eating cookies.” Haiden pulled the camera up, her side table lamp barely lit up her room and her on the screen. She fake smiled and help up the bag of cookies. “I gave up on homework.”

“Have you been crying?”

“No.” She gave him a weird look, as if it were crazy of him to assume she had been. Red, puffy eyes and all.

“Put me closer to your face.”

“Gray, seri–

“Haiden, do it.” He demanded and she slowly pulled her phone closer. “Your eyes are red, you–”

“So I’ve been crying, homework is hard and my internship is frustrating.”

“If it was your homework you’d still be working on it no matter how hard it was.” He proved a point, knowing her for too long. “What else is bothering you? Is it your dad again? Did he call–”

“You.” She mumbled, holding back tears. Her eyes stung and her chest felt crushed. “I miss you.”

“Oh god, babe. Don’t cry, please? I hate seeing you cry. I’ll be back in three days and I’ll come straight to you, no matter where you are.”

“The next two days I just have class from eight to noon. The day you get back I have my internship till four.” She mumbled.

“So I’ll meet you at four, right at the door of the office. I’m taking you to dinner and dessert and you can come back with me to our house and we can do whatever, I promise.”

She couldn’t talk, if she did she would break.

“Hai, I promise, you can even meet me at the airport if you want to leave your internship. You’ve made it this long–

“It’s been too long. You’re my best friend, I miss just being around you or knowing you’re near.” She mumbled into her sleeve before wiping off her cheeks. “I’m pathetic, I know.” She laughed to herself a little bit, “That’s why I was crying and eating cookies and drinking wine alone in the dark.”

“In my sweatshirt I’ve been looking for.” He smirked, watching her pull the strings tighter around her head.

“I just want a hug and then you can go back to Australia, okay? There’s a new rule where I can’t go more than ten days without hugging you.”

“I’m fine with that rule– hold on, E.” He sighed as someone knocked on his door. Haiden began crying again, knowing he had to hang up soon. “Babe, come on, don’t cry. I can’t hang up on you when you’re crying.” He unlocked the door, “Unlimited hang out time when I get back, promise.”

“Hi Haiden!” Ethan yelled, diving his face in front of the camera.

“Hai, please answer me.” Grayson begged, watching her sit still on screen. “We’re meeting some people for lunch or I’d keep talking to you, text me, okay.”

“Ubers here.” Ethan whispered.

Haiden nodded, “Bye.”

“I miss you so much, Hai. I love you, okay? You know I do. I’m so sorry I’ve been gone so long.” Haiden kept nodding, “I’ll call you when it’s morning for you, okay? Haiden please answer me, stop nodding.”

“That’s fine, bye.” She hung up the phone, tossing it on her bed before crying herself to sleep. She was already sad that he was gone and now she was mad at herself for making him feel bad.

Half way across the world Grayson shoved his phone in his pocket and followed Ethan downstairs.

“Bro, what’s up? What’s going on with Haiden?”

“She’s just, she misses me, it’s been so long. I forget that we’re distracted doing stuff and keeping busy but she’s working her ass off at school and interning and little jobs and doesn’t give herself a break until I usually make her.”

“I’m glad Kaya has a job like us so she was able to visit. I don’t know how you two do it, four weeks is way too long.” Ethan led him to the Uber.

“I told her I would fly her out here for a few days and she couldn’t. If she doesn’t have internship she’s at class in the morning. She has no days off. This is her last semester though so hopefully we can find some type of normal after she graduates.” He leaned his head back against the seat and closed his eyes, “I feel so bad, I just want to go there now. Why did we add an extra week? Why were we worried about saving money and flying out when it was cheaper? Why didn’t I think of her?”

“Dude, you’re another zone, I’ve never seen you like this.”

“E, I love her. I really love her.”

“I know you do. I know she’s different.” He said, hating to sound cliche, “I know you’ve been missing her, you’ve alternated your background to different pictures of her all week, you both are always facetiming, you know her schedule better than ours, and you keep buying her stuff because it ‘reminds you of her’ which I have never heard you say.”

“I’m gunna marry her.” Grayson sat up quick, “I’m going to marry, Haiden. Haiden Dolan. My wife, Haiden. Haiden Gianna Dolan.”

“My sister-in-law, Haiden.” Ethan said, nodding his head. “Sounds fine to me. She’s cool.”

“Hey, driver.” Grayson leaned up between the seats, “Can you take me back to the hotel?”

“We’re at the restaurant.” Ethan pointed out the window.

“I’m going back to the hotel, packing, and getting back to LA.” He said, starting to look up flights on his phone.

-

Ethan stayed with their friends in Australia.

Grayson spent $1,500 on a flight back to LA.

He left at 2pm on a Monday in Australia and arrived in LA at 4pm on Monday. (I did quick math and looking it up so just deal with the times okay! lololol)

He had texted Haiden a few times, asking about her class for the day and she had said she was spending time in the library or the cafe before going home. Haiden’s plans were to postmates Chipotle and watch The Bachelorette and The Bachelorette After Show.

His suitcase sat next to him in the uber and watching the ‘time to destination’ was the only thing distracting him as they drove through downtown LA.

He must have zoned out because the driver made him jump when he said they had arrived. Grayson was so tired that just getting to her building made him happy knowing he was close to a bed, or even a couch; even happier he was closer to Haiden.

He gave her a quick text, asking what she was up to. Nothing out of the normal so she quickly responded.

Haiden: I think my eyes are bleeding from reading so much and my left foot is numb from sitting on it too long and I have purple pen marks smudged on my hand from taking so many notes.

Grayson: Then stop! haha You deserve a break. It’s your day off.

Haiden: I’ll stop soon. I have two pages left to take notes on. Stop texting me, go hang with your friends. :)

So he stopped.

He put his phone in his pocket, entered the door code for her apartment, and patiently waited on an elevator to go to the 4th floor. Her apartment was down a hall at the end, perfect view over LA, perks of knowing the owner of the complex.

Grayson knocked on her door a few times, standing to the side of the peep hole so she couldn’t see him. He heard foot steps go down her loft stairs before getting louder as they made their way towards the door.

One lock clicked.

The second lock clicked.

The knob slowly turned.

“Nooooooooooooooooo.” She spit out, covering her face and backing up, “No you didn’t. No. Nooo.”

He pushed his luggage in the door, letting it roll until it stopped. “But I did.”

“Grayson.” She sounded mad, “You’re supposed to be in Australia.”

“But I wanted to be here with you.” He grinned, finally getting a hold of her. His arms wrapped around her tiny frame, she hid her head in his t-shirt and he felt her little hands grip onto his waist.

He felt her catch her breath and pushed her back, “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He slightly laughed, wiping off her cheek with his thumb. He finally got a good look at her.

Her blonde hair was tied up somehow, sitting messy on top of her head. Her legs stuck out from a small pair of red work out shorts and she had on a faded t shirt she had cut into a crop top. Even her reading glasses were sitting on top of her head and he noticed the purple pen smudges on her hand.

“You’re here.” She grabbed his waist and pulled herself into him again, wiggling her body around in excitement, continuing to cry. “You smell like you.”

“Thank you?” He laughed, squeezing his arms around her before picking her up. He held her up like it was nothing, she wrapped her legs around his waist and continued squeezing herself as close as she could to him.

Haiden’s tears fell on his neck, he heard her breathing in his ear, her hair tickled the side of his face and all he could do was smile. “I love you, so much.” He mumbled into her neck, swaying slightly back and forth.

She sat back, he caught her by her bottom and she continued to hold around his neck. “What?” He questioned, watching her look at him.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” She whispered, leaning her head towards his, touching their noses together. “But you’re here.”

“I wanted to come home.”

“But you’re at my apartment.” She pointed out.

“You’re my home, Haiden.” He whispered, “I hated being gone. I hated not being with you. I wanted to tell you everything. I wanted you to be there. I wanted to be here.“ He explained, looking up to see her eyes closed and a tear falling from one. “Since the day I met you, you’ve made me smile. You make me a better person. You are the first person to… give me butterflies when I look at you.” He nervously laughed, “You continue to give me butterflies and make me happy and make me excited and I think, I think that’s what home is.”

She leaned back and opened her mouth to talk but stopped because she was holding back tears. He felt her take a deep breath, “You’re my home too.” She choked out, “Never leave me that long again, okay?”

“I promise.” He smiled, leaning into kiss her.

#me #mine #grayson #g #grayson dolan #fluffy #dolan twins #cute #fanfic #imagine #dolan #answer #hug #LOVELY

[monotonemanday]

Our Days Divided - Mystic Messenger University AU - Chapter 7 The S Team

It’s back! Sorry it hasn’t been out for awhile! I have been working on several things lately!! And also I’ve been a little sick. (My eyeballs are always in pain lololol) Tagging you ladies because I know Helena is mad at me lol and the loml likes this series and I appreciate her! @zennyshoneybunch @glitterybitchwitch

The gang was all gathered together and Kaeli was enjoying all the lighthearted chatting that was going on amongst her peers. She decided that they wouldn't have to get down to business. They could start talking serious logistics and planning next time they all would meet. There was no lull or shortage of laughter in the conversation going around the room. The Untouchables and the tuition kids were thriving and lively mixed together. Even though there was a bit too much teasing of Jumin from the scholarship kids, even he seemed to be having a pleasant time.

Seven was getting in his daily dose of driving Yoosung insane when his watch started to set off a rapid beeping noise. At the same time, a small pager type device in Samantha's back pocket began to do the same. Her head whipped in Sevens direction and the sternness in her face made Seven wince. His face scrunched and a look in his narrowed eyes saying “please please don't kill me.”

“You told him I wasn't going to training the other night, right?”

“Well here's the thing, Sam. I uh, didn't goooo.” Seven rubbed the back of his neck and shot a smile at her trying to diffuse the situation. “And not only did I not go, I didn't tell him that I wasn't going.”

“WHAT?!” Samantha turned her body in a sharp motion starting a sprint but fumbling. Using her hands to slap the floor and keep going so she didn't fall completely, Seven made his way bolting out of the doors with her. “IDIOT!! HE'S GOING TO KILL US!”

“I KNOW, I KNOW I'M SORRY! T_T” Seven and Sam were running down the halls out to the fresh open air of the campus, darting across the grounds of Cypress. Maneuvering their way in between passerby’s and vaulting over shrubbery and half walls.

“I swear if he takes away our garage privileges, I'll kill you Saeyoung Choi!

“Sam if you don't stop nagging me and pick up the pace we're already dead!”

They had made it into one of the large athletic buildings on campus and were now sprinting to the escalators that led down to the areas only accessible to certified personnel. Running down the steps of the escalator, swerving through the few people patiently riding the escalator in the proper fashion. They reached the card readers and ran their ID badges in front of them. Not patient enough for the gate to open, Sam hurdled it and Seven slipped through the small crack it had opened already. A few more hallways and the two made it to their assigned training facility. Both hunched over, hands resting on their knees and catching their breath, they began to apologize profusely to the tall and sturdy man before them.

He was built. In jogger sweatpants and a v-neck tee that hugged his biceps. He stood there in his signature purple, arms crossed and hair tied back.

“Ah, so some form of communication IS working for the two of you. I was worried since I hadn't heard from anyone.”

“Vanderwood we're so sorry, we-Hmmphh!” As seven tried to reply he was hit in the gut my a heavy medicine ball. Sam had kept quiet. She had known better. Any apology or excuse would just piss their boss off further.

“Shut up. Your running here in a panic warmed you up. Good. Tactical obstacle course...now.”

Saeyoung and Sam hustled to the locker room to change. They both immediately began to strip off their everyday clothes. There was no hesitation or embarrassment. They were both used to this. They had been partners for 2 years now. Samantha was always a little bit faster at changing. Maybe it was a girl thing. She already was ready down to her shoes. All black. A plain black baseball cap, a black sports bra, black running pants, and all black converse sneakers. Standing with her arms crossed and her right hip popped out, she watched seven with an arched brow. Biting her bottom lip.

He was sweating from the running they had just done. He was only in black sweatpants. The redhead didn't look like much in civilian clothes but underneath the loose fabric he had always hid behind, he was trim and fit. The v shape leading to his nether region was very defined and his set of abs were toned and clearly sculpted. His biceps weren't as big as Vanderwoods. He wasn't busting out of his shirts, but you could tell he was a hacker. He used the muscles in his arms a lot. From the shoulder down to his fingertips. He ran his hands through his hair, pushing his bangs back and caught wind of Samantha's gaze.

“What pervert?”

“Nothing,” Samantha said, a smirk on her lips. “It's just a real shame you have that mouth on you. Plus, You kind of smell.” She tossed him his t-shirt and made her way out of the locker room.

“Brat.” Seven mumbled under his breath.

“Saeran? Saeran? SAERAN!” Liz slapped her hands on the counter.

“What!” He stood up from where he had been leaning on the counter in the flower shop. Stretching his arms above his head and letting out a yawn.

“You were being creepy. Just staring like that.” They heard giggling coming from the far corner of the shop. “But apparently it didn't shoo the girls away.” Liz rolled her eyes and hopped up on the counter, taking a seat.

“Liz, you know you're not supposed to sit up there.”

“Yes, I just don't care. Where is your brother? He isn't answering his phone?”

“Aahh. That's actually why I was in that deadpan stare. I was thinking. What the hell are they keeping from us?”

Liz had pulled out an apple from her backpack and took a monstrous bite. She spoke through a full mouth. “What? Who? Saeyoung and Samantha? Keeping what?”

“I know they go to training for athletics but it's more than that. Like they've been gone ever since they ran out of the room earlier today. It's been hours.”

“Oh calm down rebel boy. Afraid they're having some secret affair?”

“Gross. No.” “Yeah. You're right. Ahahahahaha. That would be something else. Anyway, I just came by to see if you had heard from them. I want to go get a milkshake. And since you're still working and also wouldn't give me a piggyback ride like Saeyong would, I'm not inviting you.” Saeran rolled his eyes and Liz jumped from the counter and the bell to the flower shop chimed lightly.

“Good evening you two. It is nice to see you again.”

“Oh, Hi there, Jumin!! You are looking very handsome! Have you come to whisk me away and show me how the rich live?” Liz was lively and clearly joking but it had gone over his head.

“Why thank you, Miss Paradise. And unfortunately I don't exactly know what you mean but I am actually here to speak with Saeran.” Jumin spoke very calmly. You wouldn't even guess his inner monologue was shouting “Oh God I don't know what that means but it might be her making advances. What do I do? Jihyun is not here!”

Saeran could tell that Liz had confused the poor guy so he gave her a gentle nudge to the side. “Looking for me? What can I do for you, Jumin?”

“Ah well, the arrangement of flowers you had brought to us the other day. It was remarkable. I am holding another event soon and I would like to commission you and this small shop. I will pay any extra amount necessary to get this establishment all the things it will require for such a tall order.”

“Oh man, that's pretty decent of you, Jumin. But I should check with the owner first. She is elderly and I wouldn't want to overwhelm her.”

“Saeran, hush. It will be fine. HE'LL DO IT!” Liz jumped out in front of Saeran who irritatedly pushed her back out of the way.

“Liz, knock it off!”

“I understand. Please discuss with the owner. Also, I would like to extend an invitation to this event to all of you that are apart of this new group we have formed.”

Liz's eyes lit up with excitement and Saeran shot her a classic, calm your ass, look. Jumin spent a little more time than he had intended in the flower shop chatting with Liz and Saeran, and the girls who normally came to ogle and the boy with the white hair were now overwhelmed with the black haired eye candy they were now receiving as well.

Samantha climbed the ladder and made quick of hopping over the ledge and beginning to run when she heard someone shout her name. It was Vanderwood. If looks could kill. His glare was icy and as soon as he knew she felt it he flicked his eyes toward Saeyoung. Samantha knew what it meant. She was going to fast and not thinking of her partner. She ran back and leaned over the edge reaching down to her partner who was climbing the ladder. He took her hand and she hoisted him up over the ledge. The two began to run. Jumping, hurdling, sliding, flipping. Doing whatever they needed to in order to get from point A to point B. The simulation was a bit harder today since Vanderwood was clearly pissed at them. Saeyoung was never as fast as Samantha but if he really wanted to he was sure he could at least keep pace with her, but he always hung back just a bit so he could focus on hacking doors or locks for her. Basically clearing a path for them. Sam was always amazed at how quick he was when it came to hacking. Even though Samantha didn't like to wait for her partner, the two were still always so in tune. When Seven got tripped up and found himself caught in the arms of a bot, Samantha made quick work of turning around and throwing a small tranquilizer at the bought precisely where in between the eyes would be on an actual human. Saeyoung was always quick to shoot or disarm enemies that came in from the sides if Samantha was occupied on whatever was in front of them. They had each other's backs.

They finally finished their tactical run of the course and approached Vanderwood, laughing and high fiving. Quite pleased with themselves. Vanderwood, however, was not so amused.

“That was rookie. Too many mistakes. Sloppy. So miss training again and the consequences will be severe.”

Samantha and Saeyoung stood in silence. Normally the two would bicker with each other or say something just to be a smart ass, but they knew Vanderwood was not in the mood. Less than he usually was even.

“Now listen. You guys are getting an assignment.”

“YaHHOOO!” Seven jumped up and exclaimed. “ow!” And then immediately found Sam's fist in the side of his bicep.

“What kind of assignment, Vandy?” Samantha was met with cold cold eyes. “Vanderwood. Sorry.”

“There is going to be an event for elitists. There are rumors of it being targeted. We are flagging this one because there's a bit of an unusual circumstance. Two parties are holding events. The big corporate hot shot they should be after isn't their target. It's his son.” Vanderwood handed Seven a picture and Samantha didn't even need to look.

“You're going to watch over the event. Behind the scenes and protect your mark. Got it?”

“Got it.” The two partners responded abruptly.

“Alright, we'll have an official briefing soon. Go clean up.” Vanderwood left without a second glance and Samantha took her baseball cap off, chucking it to the side.

“Shit. Is it?” She tilted her head back in exasperation.

“Yup.” Seven pinned the picture against Sam's chest and began to make his way to the locker room. “The Trust Fund Kid.”

#mysticmessenger #mysme #Mystic Messenger #mm #mm fanfic #jumin han #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #oc's #vanderwood #writing #fanfic #fandom #yoosung kim #university au #our days divided #series

[mysmeshc]

Hiyaaa!~ can you do RFA+V+searan (if ur comfortable) reaction when MC is really bubbly and talkative in the groupchat but irl she's awkward and shy lololol (lowkey me but oh well) also really didn't wanna use this acc of mine to request but goddamn I'm tempted PS: LOVE UR ACC

OMG YESYESYES

MC Who is Bubbly in the Chats but Shy IRL

For the sakeof making this easy we’re just gonna pretend MC is meeting them for the firsttime IRL at the party

Yoosung

·     Youwere an absolute joy to have in the chat!!

·     Literallyeverything you did made him smile.

·     Hewas so happy you were bubbly just like him!

·     Comethe day of the party, he’s practically bouncing around in his shoes, glancingevery which way in order to see the unfamiliar face he was hoping to be yours.

·     Asudden tap on his shoulders stopped him though.

·     “Hithere can I help-“ He looked down at you.

·     “H-Hi!I-I‘m, uh… I’m MC!” Your eye contact was wary, barely glancing up once tomeet his own.

·     Waitwat

·     Whereis “OMG HI YOOSUNG!!! WANNA PLAY LOLOL?” MC?

·     “M-MC?Wow! Uh… It’s amazing to finally meet you.” He grasped your hand in his, asweet smile meeting your face.

·     Youimmediately felt guilty, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

·     “Hey,listen, I’m sorry if I’m not as talkative as I usually seem. It’s a lot easierto be outgoing when there’s a screen in between, you know?” You laughedawkwardly.

·     Yoosungblushed, rubbing the back of his neck.

·     “Y-Youknow, I’m the last person who could make fun of you for being shy or awkwardbecause I’m not exactly to confident myself…” Now it was HIS turn to avoideye contact.

·     Youlooked up and gripped his hand, forcing his eyes to meet yours once again.

·     “Thankyou Yoosung. W-Would you, uh… I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t wantto! But the music is nice and-“

·     “D-Doyou want to dance, MC?”

·     “. .. Yes please.”

Zen

·     Yourbubbliness helped offset the sour mood he sometimes received from a certainsomeone *coughcoughJumincoughcough*

·     So come arrival time to the party, he has alreadypracticed the pick up lines he felt would get the cutest laugh out of you.

·     He was talking with Jaehee when he saw her turn.“Oh, MC! Please, come here.”

·     You were walking over and as soon as he laid eyes onyou he forgot every word in the English language except for hi.

·     You looked amazing.

·     “Hi, Zen, I’m MC.” You stuck out your hand, and thatwas what brought him back to earth.

·     He grabbed your hand and bent over, placing a kisson your knuckles.

·     “I guess I’ve got some competition for being thebest looking in the room.” He winked.

·     Oh ya that’ll get u

·     Exceptyou didn’t laugh and respond playfully as you normally would have.

·     Yourface went red and the only thing you could make eye contact with was the floor.

·     “T-Thankyou, Zen.” You muttered, gently rubbing your knuckles where he had kissed you.

·     Ohno

·     Hehad done an uh oh

·     “Whoa,I’m sorry MC. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, it’s just-

·     “It’sokay Zen, you didn’t make me uncomfortable.” You took a deep breath, finallymaking eye contact.

·     “I’mactually very shy. Over the chat, it’s easy to be fun and outgoing, but inperson, it’s much scarier. Not that you’re scary! You’re gorgeous! I MEAN-”Zen’s laughter cut you off.

·     “MC,don’t worry. I like you just the way you are.” He gave your shoulder acomforting squeeze.

·     Yourface heated up at the compliment, but you smiled nonetheless.

·     Hemade you feel safe.

Jaehee

·     Despitehaving not met you, she already felt closer to you than she had initiallyexpected.

·     Itwas amazing to finally get a chance to meet you in person!

·     Onceyou showed up, tho, she was taken away.

·     Youlooked amazing

·     You twomade eye contact the both of you smiled.

·     “HiJaehee,”

·     Waita secarooni

·     Wasthat a BLUSH?

·     OnMC’S FACE?!!

·     Butshe was usually so bold in the chat…

·     “HiMC! It’s so lovely to meet you.” You two shook hands, and she introduced you tothe rest of the RFA.

·     Theyall had the same reactions of “r u sure this is the right MC.”

·     Shecould tell you were upset by it.

·     “MC,what’s wrong?” She asked once you two are alone.

·     “Ijust, I feel like such a disappointment, you know? It’s easy to be fun andbright when it’s over the phone, but now that it’s face to face it’s muchharder.”

·     Urpout was killing baehee

·     “Noneof us are disappointed to meet you! We all think you’re fantastic just the wayyou are.” Her fingers pet through your hair, a comforting movement she used tolove.

·     “Evenyou?” MC looked up, eyes big.

·     Jaeheelaughed, “Especially me.”

Jumin

·     Juminwas the most surprised by your personality change.

·     Heexpected you to come bounding through the doors with endless energy

·     Maybejump into his arms, as you had joked about on the chat

·     Zendid not approve.

·     Sowhen you arrived without him noticing he was perplexed to say the least.

·     Itwas halfway through the party when he found Jaehee conversing with you.

·     Okit time less go

·     “AssistandKang, it’s a pleasure to see you.” He played like he didn’t see you at first

·     don’twanna seem desperate lolol

·     “HelloMr. Han, this is MC, MC, this is Mr.-“

·     “Jumin.It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He shook your hand firmly, a warm smile gracinghis otherwise stoic features.

·     “I’ll,uh, I’ll leave you two to talk.” Jaehee gone yall

·     “HiJumin! It’s… It’s wonderful to finally meet you. I-I’ve really enjoyed ourconversations in the chat.” You blushed, eyes struggling to make contact withhis own.

·     Lordhave mercy on him

·     Youwere so cute

·     Ofcourse he loved your bubbly persona, but this

·     THIS

·     Hehadn’t realized he was just staring at you until you spoke again.

·     “Jumin?Are you okay?” no he wasn’t MC-

·     “Yes,of course, I’m just… very happy to finally meet you.”

·     Awehow cute

·     Yousmiled at him, looking around him to the dance floor and shuffling your feet.

·     “Wouldyou, uh, would you wanna-“

·     “Iwould be honored to join you in a dance.” His hand grabbed yours, leading youonto the floor.

Seven

·     OkayYEAH he did a background check but background checks don’t give awaypersonality types.

·     Hewas just as shocked as the rest of the RFA upon meeting you.

·     “MC!Hey! God 707 has finally gotten the chance to bless your life.” He jumped outin front of you, but instead of a quick witted response, you just… staredat him.

·     “I-I.. . uh…”

·     “Hellooooo!Earth to MC!! It’s me, Seven!” He pretended to knock on your head.

·     “Iknow who you are! I-I just don’t know what to say.” You admitted sheepishly,and he cought on pretty quickly to what your problem was.

·     “OhI get it! You’re shy! Well, don’t worry, I have enough outgoingness for theboth of us.” He winked, weaving his arm around yours.

·     707got u

·     nothinggets past this guy

·     okaya few things get past this guy

·     mostthings

·     nvm…

·     Hewas by your side the entire night, helping you deal with guests and such so youwouldn’t be so anxious.

·     He almostfollowed u into the bathroom this angel

·     “sevenI need to pee”

·     “butwhat if another guest tries to talk to you?”

·     “sevenOH MY GOD-“

·     Youfound you were beginning to act like the person they talked to in the chat moreand more

·     And thatwasn’t too bad.

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[omgxiaoch]

Passenger In Love

pairing: hyungwon x [y/n]

genre: maybe fluff? idk lololol

word count: 2036

a/n: thank you so much for requesting anon! ^^ i hope you guys enjoy reading this and i apologize for any grammatical errors. gif not mine

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In the stillness of the night, the two of you lay on the comfy and soft bed that the two of you shared. Your fingers drew circles on his chest with your eyes becoming heavier and heavier by the minute. “Hey, babe, do you still remember the time when we first met?” You softly asked with your head on his chest, listening to his heart beating every single second.

It was just one of those nights when deep and serious conversations would just pop out. The soft breathing of Hyungwon was the only thing that you could hear, other than your own.

“Mmm, I surely do. You already had hearts in your eyes when you laid eyes on me.” Hyungwon teased as he twirls his long, slender fingers around your locks, eyes focused on the ceiling as he reminisces about how the two of you really met.

Scoffing at his remark, you rolled your eyes and lifted yourself off of him, elbows plopped on the mattress with you looking straight into his eyes as he looks down at you. “Yeah, right. You, yourself, couldn’t even stop yourself from asking me my number.”

Well, to be honest, the two of you are actually telling the truth. Both of you actually didn’t believe in love at first sight but when the two of you saw each other, it felt like everything stopped for some reason.

(flashback part)

It was the twentieth day of the month and here you are sitting in the business class with your left seat vacant. The day was really tiring and the only thing you could ever want was just to head back to South Korea and rest up after working really hard. Leaning back on your seat, you looked at the window and just enjoyed watching the city lights from afar.

They said meeting your significant other at the airport or in the plane itself was something magical but you beg to differ. There was nothing magical about it when you get your hopes up and never meet them again as soon as the plane lands in a different country. For short, you never believed in love at first sight.

Heaving out a sigh, you couldn’t help but pout as it was taking a bit longer for the plane to take off, especially when they’re still waiting for all the passengers to board and settle in with their items of luggage. The business class wasn’t that packed but it was then soon to be packed when a group of men came in, looking like models of some sort, making you look away to stop yourself from drooling at how hot they looked.

Suddenly, in the midst of distracting yourself, a voice called out to you. “Excuse me, Miss, but is this seat taken?” Turning your head to look at the owner who soft-spoken asked you, you couldn’t help but stop when you met his gaze.

It seemed like you were looking at some beautiful Greek God and for the first time, you were startled at the fact that your heart was beating really fast, butterflies dancing through your tummy and the fact that everything somewhat stopped.

The man who stood in front of you glowed and you couldn’t help but shake your head, quickly looking away to calm your beating heart, “N-no. The seat’s free.”

“That’s good to hear.” He pauses as he looks at another man who was in his early thirties, “I’ll seat here, hyung.” And with that, he moved his long limbs to the front of his seat and gently sits down with such grace.

Taking a couple of deep breaths, your heart seemed to beat really fast, showing no signs of slowing down. This was the first time in history that you were that nervous around someone who you barely knew.

The man, on the other hand, couldn’t help but chuckle at how you fiddled with the hem of your handkerchief whilst trying to avoid looking at him. “I’m Hyungwon, by the way.” He introduces, catching you off-guard.

Your lips were slightly parted from the sudden introduction. Noticing how jittery you’ve become, Hyungwon offers you his hand before flashing you a smile. “My n-names [y/n].” you shyly said as you wrapped your hand around his outstretched hand, shaking it before letting it go after a second or two.

“So, where you heading to [y/n]-sshi?” Hyungwon politely asked as he tries to start a conversation with you. And this was unusual of him to start a conversation with someone whom he doesn’t even know. There something about you when he first laid his eyes on you and he knew that this plane ride would be something that he’d definitely enjoy.

Still taken aback at his gestures, you couldn’t help but let your face say it all. Hyungwon found it extremely fascinating at how easy you were to read as if he’s known you for decades. “Oh, [y/n], don’t worry. I don’t bite and hey, might as well make this plane ride worth it.”

Hyungwon was right and at some point, you couldn’t understand why you suddenly softened up. “You’re right.” The corner of your lips was tugged upwards as you slightly turned your body to Hyungwon and remembered his question.

“Oh, about your question. Well, I’m heading back to Korea, obviously since I’ve finally finished doing my job here in New York. How about you?”

Hyungwon didn’t know if you were just pulling his leg or something but it was completely written all over your face that you didn’t know a single thing about him. “I just finished some job too and my groupmates and I are finally gonna rest up and probably work on some new music.”

“Music? Woah, that’s really cool!” you beamed with your eyes twinkling with interest. “Man, I really have such high admiration for people, like you, who create music.”

“Why?” Hyungwon queries out of curiosity, propping his elbows on the arm rest and rests his chin on his palms. Why do you admire them so much tho? You carefully thought about it, tapping your bottom lip with your index finger as you clearly were gonna lose yourself to the train of thoughts.

“I.. just have a huge admiration for them. You know, like they’re so amazing to come up with lyrics and melodies that could help someone out go through the pain that they're going through or you know, make their day by just simply listening to the music that they’ve created.”

Hyungwon definitely understood what you meant and for the first time, he somewhat appreciates you. “You know what I mean right? Like the message that you guys write somewhat talks to their very souls as if they’re connected or something.”

“Yeah, I do. To be honest, for some reason, you’re really different [y/n]. Different in a good way.”

Chuckling at his awkward compliment, you nodded your head and muttered thanks before the two of you were interrupted with the intercom, instructions being announced throughout the whole plane.

With your seatbelts fastened, you looked at the flight attendant demonstrating the typical things that you should do when something happens, where the exit is and whatnots. Somehow you’ve almost memorized every single thing they’ve said since you’ve been flying back and forth for the past few weeks.

The plane was finally taking off and you couldn’t help but shut your eyes tightly from the force that got you glued on the seat’s backrest as the pilot quickly accelerates.

Hyungwon was pretty quick to notice the soft groans that left your lips. Slipping his hand on yours, he gives it a light squeeze, making you look at him with eyes filled with confusion.

“Don’t worry.” Two words were already enough to have you ease up. Finally, the plane smoothly flies and the warmth of Hyungwon’s hand was already gone.

“You okay?”

Glancing towards his side, you nodded your head and flashed him a thankful smile. “If you weren’t here, I don’t know what I would do with the plane taking off.”

“That’s good to hear.”

Throughout the whole trip, the two of you were getting to know each other and it felt like the two of you just clicked. The two of you got to know a couple of things that both of you have in common and even got to the point when the two of you were watching the same movie, only to end up with you falling asleep in your seat as all the work you had that morning finally kicked in.

Hyungwon glances towards your direction and he couldn’t help but smile. You were peacefully sleeping with your lips slightly parted and your chest heaving every time you breathe.

Bringing his phone out, Hyungwon takes a photo of you and smiles to himself before he decides to rest up. Wrapping himself in the blanket offered to everyone, Hyungwon had drifted off without any problem.

Feeling a slight shake on his shoulder, Hyungwon’s eyes fluttered open and he was surprised to see you looking fresh. “We’re gonna land soon.” You muttered, making him widen his eyes. Glancing at the window, he couldn’t believe that everything happened so fast. The sun was finally out and he was able to see the skyscrapers from afar.

“Here, have some facial wipes and some face mist.” Accepting the facial wipes and mist you’ve offered to him, Hyungwon mindlessly wipes his fast, patting it dry before spraying the mist.

“Thanks.” Hyungwon hands you back the items, only to feel the electric shock running through his fingers after his skin grazes against yours.

The plane has finally landed and before you knew it, you were out of the plane with your luggage in hand. Hyungwon and you just said your goodbyes and you knew that you just got your hopes up, hoping that something was gonna happen between the two of you.

Waltzing your way across the airport, you were suddenly stopped by a pair of hands. Turning around to look at the person, you couldn’t help but let out a gasp when you saw Hyungwon heavily panting right before you.

“I can’t let this chance slip. [y/n], I know this may sound really weird and sudden but... can I have your number? It was really fun talking to you and all while we were on the plane and I was hoping that maybe... we can hang out sometime?”

Seeing the sheepish smile plastered on his face and the teasing smiles that his friends had, you couldn’t help but soften at the sight as you took his phone and punched your phone number in.

“I’d love to hang out with you sometimes Hyungwon. Just text me if you want to hang out, okay? Anyways, I have to go now since my boss is waiting for me already. It was nice meeting you Hyungwon, bye~!”

You could feel your heart swell in happiness. At some point, you kind of agree with the people who said that meeting people at the airport or plane was somewhat magical. Making your way through the exit, you were startled when you felt your phone buzz against your thighs, making you pull your phone out, only to smile at the message you’ve just received.

from: unknown number

hey, [y/n]! it’s me hyungwon ^^ so, how about grabbing a cup of coffee later in the afternoon at Miss Lee Cafe?

“But babe, don’t you think that it was such a beautiful fate for the two of us to meet?”  You asked as you rested your head beside his, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer with a sleepy smile.

Just thinking about it made Hyungwon smile bigger, fingers pushing away the strands of hair covering your eyes. “If it was fate then I thank God for giving me such an amazing woman.”

“That’s enough, babe. Let’s catch some Zs now, shall we?” you muttered as you slowly closed your eyes, only to have it flutter open when you felt Hyungwon press his lips on yours, pulling right away before you could even react.

“Hyungwon!--”

“Ssshh, let’s catch some Zs now, see you in your dreams babe. Love you!”

“I love you too.”

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[avi-stella]

Once and Again | Zen/Hyun Ryu x Reader

RATING: General WORD COUNT: 1,213 GENRE: Angst SUMMARY: Zen doesn’t know why it feels wrong to him that you’re with another man. NOTE: Reset Theory AUTHOR'S COMMENT: I'm a bit baffled as to why I haven't posted this on my Tumblr yet; this was a fic I wrote when I finished Zen's route, so like...from a while ago, hah.

Zen doesn't know why, but the moment you logged into the private RFA chatroom, he felt as though he had met you before; somewhere in a past life or something like that. But that was impossible, he thought. After all, there's no way he could possibly forget such a beautiful and charming woman such as yourself. Well, he assumed you were beautiful despite never having seen your face before; something in his heart told him that his assumptions were correct though. But the truth is that the male truly did forget you, just like how you too had forgotten about him and the rest of the RFA when that mysterious app you installed just two weeks ago had reset itself.

You conversed with each of the members of the RFA, completely oblivious to the fact that you've had these conversations before. Sure, your responses were slightly different from before, but it wasn't like you remembered them anyways. You felt a slight sense of déjà vu, but you shrugged it off; perhaps it was just the whole new and confusing situation that you were suddenly thrust into that made you feel that way. Zen felt the same as you did and found himself logging in more often ever since you joined. He enjoyed talking with you, and whenever he saw that you were online at the same time as him, his heart would always skip a beat.

The male couldn't understand why he was so attracted to you. No, that was a lie; he knew why—you were always kind and supportive of him, and you always knew how to make him smile or laugh, but there was something in the back of his mind that kept on nagging at him that there was more to it than just that. The feelings he felt towards you both felt old and new, as though he was falling in love with you all over again. It was a strange thought, however. How can you fall in love all over again if this was your first time meeting each other?

The young man felt so confused in both his mind and his heart. There were many times when he wanted to bring it up with you to talk about, hoping that perhaps you felt the same way. If the conversation didn't go as he had planned or liked it to, he could always shrug it off by saying how it felt like it was fate. That way, the conversation could easily be waved off as one of his usual flirtatious spiels, but he honestly felt that maybe this is fate. Despite Zen's desire to discuss these weird emotions of his, he always held himself back.

"lololol Yoosung, you're so cute! ^^"

Zen read your conversations with the youngest member of the organization. If the actor said that those conversations didn't bother him, he would be lying. It wasn't that bad in the beginning though. Perhaps you were just teasing and joking around with Yoosung, Zen thought and desperately hoped to himself. But as an actor, Zen knew just how to read between the lines of your exchanged chats with the young blond.

Something in Zen's heart broke the more often you flirted with Yoosung as the days passed by. Zen started logging in less the more Yoosung logged in to talk to you. He wanted to avoid the chatroom as much as possible; seeing the woman he loved—loved? Was that really how Zen felt towards you after only just a few days of conversations?—fall in love with somebody else was far too painful for him.

But even so, the chatroom was the only time he was able to talk with you. The apartment you were staying at was a secret to the members of the RFA, so it wasn't like he could just come visit you, even though that was what he desperately wanted to do. He could always try calling you, but whenever he did, it always felt like you were eagerly waiting for Yoosung's calls instead. He was fairly certain that one time you tried to politely interrupt him saying that you were getting another call—an important one, you had said perhaps to alleviate the guilt of cutting the conversation short—was probably because of Yoosung. Zen was able to hear it in your voice, so he eventually started to keep phone calls to you at a minimum.

"This is wrong," the young man thought to himself. "Something's not right. It... Shouldn't it be me? I'm certain it's supposed to be me that she chose, so why—?"

Chose? Why past tense? Zen groaned as he felt an oncoming headache. The more he tried to think about this and try to make sense of the whole situation, the more frequent he would get headaches. One time, he had accidentally let it slip in the chatroom that he had been getting all these headaches lately, and you were quick to show your concern towards him.

"Oh no, are you okay?" you worried over the young man and his well-being over the messenger. "You should take some medicine and try not to overwork yourself. Please try to take it easy."

Zen's heart clenched at your words, and for a moment, he felt as though this was how things were supposed to be. With you concerning yourself with his troubles and somehow healing him with your words. Zen thanked you on the messenger before logging out when he saw Yoosung log in just a few seconds ago. The male actor was too tired to read your conversations and flirting and pretend to be supportive of the relationship. Zen lay down on his bed and pressed through a few buttons on his phone to bring up the call log. He placed the phone close to his ear and listened repeatedly to your past conversations. This was the only way he could find comfort in this confusion.

"Huh? What's this...?"

Zen became confused when he found a call log to you that was time stamped at a strange date. The date the call was made was apparently made three days in the future? Trying not too think to hard about it but also becoming rather curious, Zen pressed the button on the phone and put it against his ear to listen to this conversation.

"I love you," Zen heard his voice speak to you, throwing him into further confusion as the thought of confessing to you had never crossed his mind (yet, at least); however, before he could even attempt to understand this strange phone call, he heard your response.

"I love you too, Zen."

And with just that line alone, the emotions that Zen tried to bury for you started to overflow. The male bit his knuckles as he tried to suppress a sob. He didn't care if it would leave a mark on him; the pain was too much for him to bear. Somehow, deep in his heart, Zen knew that this conversation surely must have happened before; he truly believed it, and he knew that the conversation would never happen again. At least, not for this route that was currently playing out. All Zen could do was hope you would choose him once again the moment you reset this world.

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