and i am still not sure if i understood it haha

Sex with the Avengers

Request: In your opinion, what is the favorite sexual position of each guy (Steve, Bucky, Pietro, Clint, Bruce, Tony) with a female partner? And for Natasha and Wanda (ONLY if you’re comfortable with)? I’M IN LOVE WIH YOUR BLOG! -Anon

A/N: Oops, I planned to write this quickly -like just tell you the positions, but now here I am, four hours later and all of the descriptions aren’t even containing one exact position. Sorry, I hope you like these anyway haha x AND THANK YOU DOLL ♥

Ps. Gosh, I’m such a trash for Steve.

Originally posted by starksokovia


Keyword: His speed. Oh god, that speed. He would take time to have sex with you, but he would use his speed while teasing you –first, he’s kissing you against the wall and before you even realize, you are laying naked underneath him, his mouth devouring your dripping wet core, causing you to scream his name from the sudden contact.

Pietro would love to be on top; pressing you against the mattress, kissing your lips or sucking your neck demandingly. This position gives him everything he wants; chance to see your expressions, eventuality to touch you and the oh so good possibility to use his speed on you, fucking you hard while you tangle your fingers to his hair or dig your nails to his back, leaving marks he loves to see at the morning after your heated night together.

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Who Is He? | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Jealous!Zach
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hey guys! I really missed writing about Jealous!Zach so I had to bring him back even for just a short one-shot. A couple of people also requested for a Jealous!Zach imagine and I thought now was the perfect time since it’s been a week since I’ve started this blog! Happy week-sary to me haha! Anyway, enjoy this cute little write-up starring Jealous!Zach and a special participation from Clay Jensen. LOL.


“I could get used to this.”

“So could I.”

I reply as Zach and I laid together on the leather sofa in his living room. He laid on the sofa with his legs spread out and his back leaning comfortably on the armrest. I was on top of him, my head resting on his firm chest with my arms wrapped around his waist. I placed my ear where his heart was, I could hear it beating every second or so and the sound of his beating heart calmed my head and pulled the corners of my lips upwards. His arms were wrapped around me, almost like a warm blanket and his chin rested on the crown of my head. We just sat there in silence, although it was very comfortable and calming.

It’s only been a couple of months since we had officially started dating but for some reason it’s almost like we’ve known each other for more than that. We’re very comfortable with each other, and we already know each other quite well if I do say so myself. But of course, like any other relationship, ours wasn’t exactly a walk in the park either.

It was times like this when I didn’t mind him always being busy with school, or basketball for that matter. He has to do well so that he can get a scholarship in his chosen university. He was busy, he was always either at the school courts practicing or in different states battling it out with other high schools, and I understood, seeing as he is the captain of the Liberty High basketball team, and he is their most valuable player. It’s his dream along with becoming a marine biologist, and who am I to get in the way of his dream. I’ll always be there for him, to support him, to help him, to encourage him whenever he feels down but I missed times like this, if I’m being honest, and these were the days where I could be selfish around him. What meant the most is that I still get to spend times like this with no one else, but him. He was mine, only mine, and I was his, only his.

“I really missed you.” I look up to face him.

“What? Babe you see me in school almost everyday.” he replies with a chuckle.

“Yes I do see you but I don’t get to actually spend much time with you since you’re always so busy.” I answer with a pout.

“I’m sorry Y/N. You know I have to do well to get a scholarship.” he says as he strokes my hair gently.

“Of course I understand Zach. We’ll just have to spend times like this wisely because we rarely get to be together like this. So what exactly do you want to do today? Do you have anything in mind?” I ask him. Just as Zach was about to reply, my phone which was resting on top of the coffee table, lit up. A person’s name came up on the screen and I got up immediately to answer it.


“I’m good, I missed you! How ‘bout you? How are you doing?”

“Uhm, nothing much I’m just with Zach right now.”

“Sure! Sure! He’ll understand. I’ll be there in 30 minutes.”

“Alright, yup, i’ll see you soon Helmet!”

I smile as I take the phone to my chest and run to Zach’s bathroom. As I freshened up, I can feel heavy footsteps coming closer to the bathroom door. A few seconds later, as I turn around, I see Zach’s tall figure leaning against the doorframe.

“Who was that?” he asks with his arms crossed infront of his chest.

“My helmet.” I reply without looking at him as I hurriedly tried to brush my teeth.

“What did he or she need?” he asks.

He wanted to see me.” I answer as I got out of the bathroom.

“Why did he want to see you?” he asks once again.

“Because we miss each other?” I reply with a smile and my eyebrows raised.

“Where are you meeting each other?” Zach continues to ask.

“The coffee shop down the road.” I say as I put my jacket on and take my purse with me.

“I’ll go now baby, I’ll be back soon I promise.” I continue as I quickly give him a kiss on his cheek.

I run out of Zach’s house and walk my way to the coffee shop. As soon as I saw the wooden sign of the cafe, I went in immediately with a huge smile on my face. And there he was! He sat at the seats near the glass window in front of the coffee shop with a navy blue hoodie on; a pair of headphones hanging on his neck.

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Literally how I became happy.

A lot of you guys are always concerned about me because the more that I share, the more you realize I’m a real person with struggles and issues and I’m not 100% okay 100% of the time haha so I just wanna give an update and share some insight on how I’ve been doing and what I’ve been working on.
The hair cut is the visible part. The change is sooooo real. I look like a different person but I seriously FEEL like one. Surface changes: I live in Tennessee. I have short blonde hair. I’ve now dated two guys that I actually loved. I own a house and a car. Before, I lived in California, I had freaking long brown hair, I shared a mini van with four other people, I’d never been on a date and truly questioned whether I’d ever meet anyone that liked me for who I was, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life past like two years into the future and I felt like I would live with my parents forever. So a lot of big things have changed but honestly the biggest changes happened inside with less visible results. You can only see it in my smile and hear it in my words. But really you’ll see it in my actions over the next 12 months. It’s just the beginning.
I honestly don’t know where it came from. The last six years I have been so passive. My life has been happening to me. There have been some breakthrough moments where I learned a lot about myself and my confidence and self love, yes. I had some good times for sure. But as far as knowing what I want and where I wanna go, I was not good at that. I felt SO powerless and began to withdraw more and more, in my friendships, my career, our band, my family, everything. I shared so little each day, I had so few ideas, I didn’t create much, I only wrote when I was really upset or inspired (which wasn’t that often), I had no social life, no vision for myself, no confidence that anyone would ever love me and I just wasn’t living a rich life at all. I was an observer hoping that one day someone or something would come along and make my life actually enjoyable. I was constantly waiting. I journaled a lot and released a lot of emotion, that part was good. I just felt like I was living in a cave, stuck in the past, not doing much each day to actually experience life.
Then we moved across the country. *shock* *panic* *whoa*. That was the first time I was really shaken up.
Then I had my heart broken. Twice. I fell in love and both times it didn’t work out. I NEEDED that, to meet people who actually got me and appreciated my personality and loved all my quirks and my strange mind and how childlike I am. For the first time I felt understood. I wouldn’t change a thing. I was so closed off for so long and suddenly I was ripped open. Someone was asking for my time and attention and I had to give it to them. I was so scared but I really wanted to experience that side of life so I had to let those people see me and experience who I was. It was so good for me omg. I felt like my heart was shriveled and frozen before that, it had seen the sun maybe three times, but once that happened it absolutely bloomed. Not everyone has to fall in love to open their heart but for me that’s how it happened.
Anyway it was really intense and pushed me to the edge, dealing with that loss. I cut off all my hair. I just had enough. I was so drained. I had felt so vulnerable throughout my dating experiences, such a long period of trusting and hoping after so many years of doing the opposite, I guess I became a little over exposed. I pictured myself feeling tough and strong after a particularly intense weekend of fighting and I saw myself with no hair. It was kind of a crazy idea at first but it turned into a real desire. After a few days of thinking it over, I took the plunge.
What. A. Rush.
Suddenly I just wanted to feel alive. I went a little overboard but I did so many things. Concerts, road trips, bonfires, social plans nonstop, shopping, reinventing my style… I was really hurting during this time and I just wanted to feel better. I don’t regret doing so much but I’m glad I came down after a month and examined myself. I realized how much I was hurting and I faced it. I felt scared, hurt, abandoned, broken and vulnerable but it was comforting to identify that. Once you face it, you can feel it, release it and eventually let it go.
In October I realized I wanted more. I actually had dreams. Cutting my hair showed me I could have an idea, see it through and that it could actually go well! I wanted that on a bigger scale. I started writing again, all the time. I took an interest in my appearance again. Before, I just wanted people to think I’m pretty. Of course I still do but now it’s so much more than that. It actually is for me. When my outfit/makeup/overall look matches my mood, I feel so much more confident, comfortable with myself and ready to take on the day. Even in my work out clothes, I always try to coordinate them now and make them feel good because I know I just do more with my day when I feel confident and ready to put myself out there. You don’t need to look perfect AT ALL, in fact sometimes that can cause more stress because it puts more pressure on you. Just take the time to put yourself together and feel GOOD about what you’re wearing each day. It seriously makes a huge difference. And especially DO NOT wear anything that makes you feel bad. GET RID OF IT!!!! All your clothes should make you feel cute in some way.
Idk how this happened but I kind of just realized nothing is a big deal. The way I used to live, EVERYTHING was a HUGE deal. Texting a guy? Leaving the house? Spending 30 dollars? Calling someone first? All terrifying things I dreaded and avoided at all costs. I had to work through so much INTENSE anxiety when I first started dating, it was really sad how much that freaked me out and how much I had to work through just to get to a point where I felt comfortable going on one date or being the object of a man’s attention. I felt so incredibly unworthy.
Anyway, maybe it was the hair cut but sometime around then I just became really bold. Right now I feel like almost nothing scares me. My biggest fear is probably trusting people that have hurt me. That’s one thing I can think of that I’m struggling with and truly terrifies me, trying to rebuild broken relationships. I’m having help working through that. Other than that, there are so few things I won’t try, won’t pursue, won’t say to someone. I am becoming more bold, confident, comfortable in my own skin and sure of myself with each passing second. I just feel GOOD. Nothing is that big of a deal! Seriously force yourself to take more risks and you’ll quickly understand what I mean. You can spend weeks, months, even years fearing things and trying to predict what will happen but once you finally do them you’ll see just how unnecessary all that stress was. Nothing is that hard, that daunting, that permanent. Heck, even tattoos can be removed these days.
I think that was the biggest change of all so far: the removal of fear. Fear used to be the gas in my tank, it absolutely fueled me. Now it’s faith. I am so ON FIRE for my life!!!!!! I have so many exciting dreams I want to pursue, so much I want to create, so many places I want to go, things I want to experience, learn, master, people I want to meet and be around….. I love it all. I decide what I want and I go after it. I look at myself in the mirror and I smile. I’m starting to look as bold and unique as I feel. The long hair was beautiful and fun and maybe one day I’ll want it back but for now, it just feels too plain for how colorful and out of the box my mind is. I always used my mind a lot but I wasn’t exploring it much before. Now that I’m embracing my unconventional brain, I just want to express that openness and share it with the world.
Also I’ve noticed I’m getting disappointed comments from traditional, conformist men I never wanted to date anyway that used to love my hair 😂 so no offense but I was never interested in you anyway, there are soooooo many long haired women in the world you can comment on that you’ll probably never even meet but i’m just one less you need to worry about hahaha. All of the bold men that liked me before just like me more now. And I think it’s because I also like myself more! Confidence attracts confidence! I’m growing into the baller I was born to be and it’s just helping me attract more ballers 😂😂
Anyway, I feel so much more confident in myself, men or no men. It’s funny cuz I finally stopped worrying about guys and now I actually interact with them the way I always wanted to hahaha.
I no longer rely on the approval of others to get through the day. I no longer feel paralyzed by fear every morning and night. I no longer ponder whether I’m worthy of a date or not. I no longer look in the mirror and sigh. I no longer think of the future as a blurry grey blob filled with hopelessness, uncertainty and fear. I know it will be whatever I make it and I am going to make it freaking phenomenal.
That’s a huge key, putting YOURSELF in the drivers seat. Forget this message of victimization. You are the person holding yourself down but YOU can be the one to lift yourself up!!!! Wow I just got a huge craving for meat loaf and mashed potatoes. HAHAHA. Anyway, put yourself in control. Ask God for guidance. Trust that you are taken care of always because YOU ARE. Embrace yourself. Stop thinking you have to be perfect. Stop thinking you’re unlovable. Realize how cool you are and how much you have going for yourself. Jump in and try things. Stop thinking you have to be “ready”. THE LESSONS OF FAILURE ARE FAR MORE VALUABLE THAN THE PRIZES OF SUCCESS!!!!!!!!!!!
On that note, go kill it. Embrace yourself. Blossom. Live. Come alive. You got this 👊🏼💗

That Would Be Enough


Warnings: none (that’s a lie- google translated spanish lol)

Tags: none

Time Period: modern

Notes: i’m writing this in the middle of class and i require assistance (pls save me from this hell)

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Attached (Preview)

Preview Summary: Your first day on the job at the New York Bulletin takes a catastrophic turn when you accidentally overlook a fellow employee’s private chat session. 

Word Count: 1,086

A/N: This story idea came to mind after I read ‘Attachments’ by Rainbow Rowell. Though it took me a while, I finally wrote this idea on paper. As mentioned above, this is just a preview of the story and I won’t be updating it just yet, but I want to share this part with all of you. After I’m done with ‘#DateMeBuckyBarnes’ series, I will focus my attention on this story as well as the ‘Roommates’ series. I hope you enjoy this sneak peek. 

Originally posted by imaginingbucky

Well…I’m screwed.

Although you closed out all of the windows on your computer screen, they knew someone overlooked their chat session, and you invaded their privacy. Newly hired, you were just adapting to your new position and familiarizing yourself with the countless applications on your workstation. Highly unaware, you opened one that gave you access to the live chat sessions that occurred throughout the building. Granted, you should’ve closed the chat session right when you opened it, but you didn’t. You were engrossed with the conversation despite feeling immense guilt about intruding their private exchange.

Big mistake.

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Family, Friends, Feelings (part 1)

request by winter-soldiers-doll Hey could I request a got7 imagine when the reader is Jackson’s sister and she comes to visit him but she ends up meeting all the other members as well and her and JB start to like each other.

Jaebum x reader 

Summary: You were just planning to visit your brother for a bit before your teaching job began. You didn’t plan to become close to GOT7 and maybe closer to one member in particular

Genre: fluff/romance

a/n hope you like it thanks for the fabulous request. Also I kind of love this idea so much I am turning it into a series so stay tuned. ~JJ

You landed in Seoul around 7 pm. Your heart was racing and you couldn’t wait to run out of the airport to see your brother Jackson. You were studying abroad in weren’t able to see him all the times he visited home with GOT7. It had been almost 2 years since you last spoke in person. The reason you were visiting was because you were starting an English teacher job in Seoul in a month but came early to spend time with Jackson who had a break in between comebacks. Since your apartment in Seoul wasn’t ready you were staying at the GOT7 dorm which made you nervous but excited to meet the members. 

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Self-destructive tendencies - Tony Stark x Reader

Summary : Reader is in love with Tony, but Tony is dating Pepper…until she dumps him, and the Iron Man keeps coming to our dear reader for comfort (nothing sexual…yet). Warning for language.

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You always had a massive crush on Tony Stark, even though he was quite a bit older than you. And when he started dating his long time “assistant” Pepper Potts, your heart shattered. In a way though, maybe it was for the best, he didn’t have exactly a good reputation with his relationship with women…

They stayed together two years, and one day, she broke up with him. And the reasons why didn’t surprise you one bit. He was a difficult man to live with. But you couldn’t help but think Pepper should have known better. Like, she knew him since a long time, and she knew how he was…So why get with him if she couldn’t handle his way of being ? Especially since Tony actually put in a lot of effort in. He stopped drinking, he tried to remember important dates such as birthday and anniversary, even her name day ! And he often took her out, just the two of them…

But she wanted more, apparently. She wanted him to stop being the Iron Man and take more care of her. She wanted him to change some important parts of his personality…and that just couldn’t work. You didn’t get it. Again, she knew how he was, and she knew some things would stay the same…So why breaking up with him for those reasons ?

In your eyes, she just didn’t love him enough to accept all of him. And it broke your heart a bit, because no matter how much of an asshole Tony was, he deserved better. He deserved someone who understood that, since he got kidnapped in Afghanistan, and since the Alien attack on NYC, he wasn’t the same man anymore.

But what could you do ? He’d never look at you in another way than a little sister, you were too young. And he was still in love with her…

You were brooding in your office one late night when you heard a knock on your door. Only one person could come knock on your door at 4 am…

Tony fucking Stark. And he was drunk. So drunk.

-Heyyyyyyy youuUUUuuuUUuuuu. Came by the neighborhood, thought I’d…Check on you or something.

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Can’t help | l.h

Originally posted by 5sospicturesque

Prompt: Loosely based on the song Can’t help falling in love

Word count: 1,829

A/N: So much fluff you might die

I walked in to see her in nothing but my worn out t-shirt and panties. She was jamming out to some weird remix playing on the radio, shouting her made up lyrics off-key. I couldn’t keep in my chuckle as she excitedly rocked her air guitar and whipped her hair like she was a rockstar from the 70s. I made my way to the kitchen and wrapped my arms around her energetic body, making her jump a little.

“Luke. You scared me to death dude.” She breathed, getting tired from her previous “rock show”.

“When will you stop calling your boyfriend dude?” I chuckled, pressing my lips to her sweaty forehead.

“Never.” She poked her tongue out teasingly while running away from my grasp. I shook my head at her childlikeness before rushing towards her, scooping her up and throwing her down onto the couch.

“Alright Titch. I still need to work on some stuff, but I’ll come down soon and help you with dinner okay?” I pecked her pouty lips before walking to my office.

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Huntress- Part One: Screw You

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E1, so warning: SPOILERS

“I’ve been tortured by the devil himself and this is what you’ve got? A cold shower?” The man snarled. You lent back in your chair, curious and yet dreading whatever was next.
There was a woman behind you, gun aimed at your head to assure you didn’t try anything. Toni insisted you watched what was happening. You saw her walk on into view, her cold stare was even piercing through a screen.
She watched him as he began to shiver. You didn’t want to, you wanted to look away, to find the water works and break the pipes. Something.

But you knew you had to watch.

Shivering, his soaking body leaned forward and he managed those same two words.
“Screw,” He took a deep breath “You.”

Without warning, Toni jabbed a needle in the side of his neck and within seconds he was out cold. You winced at the thought. Toni used the same routine with every one of them.

You felt a strong hand grab your upper arm and drag you into standing up. It was no use fighting at this point. They then tugged you along the corridor and threw open the door. There he was: his head hanging low, brown hair covering his closed eyes.
“Put her in the corner.” Toni nodded towards the chains.


They snapped the harsh metal onto your wrists and threw you to the floor. Your scorched foot scraped against the dirty floor, stinging the wounds even through a bandage. You took in a sharp breath and closed your eyes, throwing your head back against the wall.
“Sweet dreams.”

You watched. You did nothing but watch as the man heaved himself up on to his feet. One foot was bandaged like yours, the other just plastered in the dust and dirt of the floor. He had unintentionally ripped jeans, a dark checked shirt draping over his broad shoulders and just a little above the shoulder length shaggy hair that surprisingly suited him.
Feeling the harsh grip of the chains surrounding your wrists, you continued to observe him.
With the help of the chair -originally for you- he limped towards the trapdoor-like wooden panels. But they were as chained together as your hands.

You stay perfectly still. Only your eyes moved, following him hobble around the room.

Completely unaware of you slumped in the corner; he hit one of the doors with his fist and shouted. You sighed to yourself.
The dried blood tracing your face was uncomfortable to say the least. Your black eye was a constant reminder that you lost. You lost the fight and now here you were.

You murmured “I wouldn’t bother.”. His head snapped to face you instantly, clearly shocked by your sudden outburst. “Who-,” He stumbled slightly so grabbed the wall to steady himself “Who are you?”

You continued to watch him with the same blank expression. Maybe not blank. Maybe just tired. He, however, looked evidently shocked and yet also curious. “Good question.” You huffed.

“My name’s Sam…Winchester.” He said it in such a way, as though he expected a reaction when he added his surname. Instead, it just confirmed your suspicions.
“Y/N…” You whispered, looking away from him.
“When did you get here?” He asked, limping over to you. He crouched down as best he could in front of you, far more concerned about you than you thought he would be.

“Last night. You were unconscious…” you trailed off.

You answered him as best you could. He didn’t deserve someone being uselessly vague at this point. His eyes noticed the bandage covering your foot, followed by his face dropping and his sympathetic eyes returning to look at you.
“How old are you?” He tilted his head, his eyebrows still knitted together.
You open your mouth to speak but the floor was taken by that wretched voice: “Morning all.”

You scowl and glare at her, shifting slightly to face her general direction. The metal scraped across the floor in attempt to keep you down.
If it wasn’t for those chains you’d be making a beeline for the door behind her. “Hello, Y/N. I see you’ve met our new arrival,” She stopped on the last step to look between you both and smiled to herself “Look familiar?” She asked you, nodding towards ‘Sam’.

“Piss off.” You scoff, rolling your eyes. 

“I presume she hasn’t told you.” Toni turned her attention away from you.

“She’s just a kid.” He sounded almost hurt by this. Confused.

“She’s not a kid,” Toni paused to eye you “She’s your child.” Toni said the words so clearly and loudly no one could miss it. You knew really. They’d been threatening you with the possibility of finding a Winchester for long enough. Especially the famous Sam Winchester. You stared at the floor, finding an interesting slate to stare at. Intense- you felt the silence staring you down.

“…What?” Sam…your dad…managed.

“You heard me.” Silence. A sigh. “Does the name Rebecca Brooks mean anything to you?”

You almost looked up at the mention of your Mum. Despite everything, even though you knew it was her fault for getting you into this mess, her fault that…well…nevermind…you still missed her. You still wanted your revenge.
‘Screw you’ you thought.

“You’re serious?” Sam sounded exhausted and yet so determined to distinguish the truth from the lies. You knew the feeling.

“Rebecca Brooks. Studying Zoology at Stanford University. You two had a one night stand. Of course you did. Two post hunters who’d but escaped the life- you understood each other.” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear to make herself perfect again. “It’s a pity you forgot what protection was.” You knew that was aimed at you but you didn’t give her the satisfaction of reacting “No more than a month later she ran back to England. I may be manipulative, Sam. But I don’t lie…” She paused and you felt her stare at you “I won’t lie.”

“I thought she just dropped out…” Sam mumbled to himself.

“No. She saw you with Jessica and decided it would be best to leave. Back to England. To raise a child without a father…She was brave.” Toni moved toward the pair of you, she knew full well Sam wouldn’t hurt her. Not with her partner in the doorway- armed. And not with you in such a vulnerable position.
You frowned…since when did Toni have any respect for your Mum? “brave”. The word circled your mind. She was brave, but not in Toni’s eyes. “Why did you say that?” You squint up at her, determined to find the answer.

“Say what?” She sounded taken back by your curiosity.

“You said she was brave.” You stated.

“Oh. She was. We trained her well. It wasn’t her that was the problem, Y/N. It was you.” 

You frown again: “Oh sure that clears things up.” You mumble, rolling your eyes.

She stood above you, not bothering to crouch down to your level like Sam did. “I trust you’re still listening.” She said, holding out her taser so it was in your view.
You move your head to face her, glancing up through your fringe.

“Good.” She jabbed the taser at your upper arm. Immediately, you flinched at the touch, your entire body trying to withdraw itself unsuccessfully.
But nothing happened. She hadn’t activated it. “Screw you.” You spat, eyeing Sam for a split second.

Laughing, she folded her arms over her chest and tilted her head slightly. “I’d have loved for your mother to see you now. What do you think she would say?”

“I doubt you’d listen.” You roll your eyes.
Laughing under her breath, she nodded to herself. “Oh but we would. I would.”

“I’m going to give you a chance to get to know each other. Then we can have some fun.” Toni smiled before upping and leaving.
“Oh and Sam, there’s a reason she’s chained up and you’re not.” Sam’s eyes traced the chains up to the wall “Physical strength isn’t always the best asset…Even for a hunter.”

The door closed, followed by the sound of keys, then a lock.

Silence took over the room. Maybe it was awkward. Maybe not. You were too focused on correctly assembling the information in your mind to notice. You knew someone had to say something.

“Are you really my Dad?” You asked quietly, you didn’t realise it would come out as such a whisper. 

‘Why ask?’ You thought. It would have made it easy for him to say no. But, you knew he was.
Your Mum always spoke about the ‘American college boy’. But this was his chance to decline. This was his chance to shake his head. His chance to disown you.
Who knows, you might have taken it.

The man nodded. “I think,” 

'Last chance' you thought, eyeing the cameras.

“Yeah. I think I am”

Huntress- P2: Family Reunion

Thanks for reading! I’m always taking ideas to improve or add to the next parts so feel free to drop me an ask! Part two will be based loosely around episode 2 of S12. I’m following the storyline while also incorporating my own so bear with if it doesn’t always fit together perfectly: I haven’t read the script obviously haha.

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GOT7 Reaction: You are a Foreign Artist he is Attracted to but he Finds Out You’re Dorky and Tomboy-ish

Request: Hi ! I really liked your Got7’s reaction, so I wanted to request you too, if you don’t mind. Would you be okay doing a Got7 reaction, in which you are a foreign artist. They find you physically attractive but upon befriending you they realize that you are quite a dork and a tomboy. So not at all what they pictured, haha. Sorry for all the details lolol

I tried to do my best on this request, but I wasn’t really sure how I was going to add the artist part into this reaction so I wrote whatever I could, whether you two saw each other on the street in SK or whatever country you’re from or met at a music festival - I just hope this was request was good and made enough sense (:


Originally posted by mintokkies

He noticed you at a coffee shop. A few people were swarming around a girl who didn’t seem to be from South Korea, so he was a little curious as to who you were. Jaebum was looking at you with interest. While he was fiddling with the cup of his drink, he noticed how pretty your smile was when a fan tried to tell you how amazing your music was and how gorgeous you looked in person.

I think Jaebum would be a little troubled on how to approach you since he might have have difficulty speaking to you in a way that the both of you would be able to understand each other, but he gathered up the courage and stood up from his table in the corner of the shop, strutting towards your table once you were alone.

He was a bit nervous, but he didn’t show it. Tapping your shoulder, you turned around with a kind smile on your face, leaning your head to the side as Jaebum then made hand gestures trying to think of how to greet you. “Hello,” he breathes, pointing a finger at himself, “I am Jaebum.”

You laugh softly at the way he tries to talk to you and you introduce yourself the same way he did. “Hello, I am ______.” you held your hand out for him to shake and he immediately took it, a relieved smile on his face.

“Are you.. famous?” he stumbles over his words just the slightest, but you still understand, and nod as an answer. You cross your legs and fix your hair while you tell him that you’re a singer, and that you’re in Seoul for a concert that you’re going to perform.

You tell him to sit down across from you so that he is more comfortable in talking to you and he obliges willingly, marveling at the way you look while tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. He tries to ask you common questions like what your hobbies are and such.

He was surprised to learn what you were interested in that he originally thought he didn’t think you would be into, so he was completely caught off guard. He responded with a drawn out ‘ohh’ of interest, resting his chin in the palm of his hand on the table with an adoring smile on his face, listening to you talk more about your hobbies.


Originally posted by baddabingbaddabang

Mark was in L.A. when he saw you chilling at a table outside of a cafe. He recognized you immediately since it didn’t seem like you were trying to hide your identity. You were wearing sunglasses, slumping in your chair as you enjoyed sipping on your cold drink.

You wore a summer dress that was suitable for the weather, and a snapback to help shield your face from the sun. Mark was enthralled by how good you looked in the dress and how well the sunglasses framed your face.

I think he would have approached you confidently considering he knew English. He walked up to you with a bright smile, giving you a bow when he sees that you notice him. You struggle to sit up properly since slumping in a chair felt much more relaxing, but you did it for the sake of being polite. “Hello,” he greets you, pulling out the chair across from you all the while asking if he could sit with you. You tell him yes and he finally plops into the seat with a comfortable sigh.

“It’s nice to meet you.” he smiles shyly, holding out his hand for you to shake. He held your hand firmly and shook it, his arms getting goosebumps when his fingertips just barely brush over the inside of your wrist.

Mark seemed to be at ease when you told him that you knew who he was and how you loved his work. He responded the same way and went straight into asking you what your hobbies were and all that. You weren’t a person who would question things people do so you eagerly told him all about what you like, what you enjoy doing, and all that. You even mentioned that you normally don’t dress the way you are right now, but because of the weather, you kind of had to if you didn’t want to have a heatstroke.

Mark was interested in hearing this because he didn’t see you as the type of person who wore baggy t-shirts or knee length shorts. He also definitely did not see you as the type of girl to like Pokemon, or watch different mystery/adventure shows. He was so intrigued with the fact that you were different from the way you dressed, and so he stayed outside with you longer; eager to listen more about who you are.


Originally posted by jypnior

You two meet each other at the MAMA Awards actually. You were just a guest that was watching the awards. By chance, you and Jackson were seated near each other. He was sitting at a circular table while you were on one of the front seats behind the tables.

He noticed you first, noticing the gorgeous outfit you were wearing and also seeing how nonchalantly you rock it. Jackson was definitely impressed. He turned around in his seat and began talking to you in English, sensing how you only knew a few words of Korean. You were only able to come to South Korea because one of your friends understood and spoke the language, so you came along with them to watch the awards.

You brushed a few loose strands of hair away from your face and leaned closer to him so that you could hear more clearly what he was saying. Jackson introduced himself to you, since it seemed like you had no idea who he was (of course you knew him, he looks too good to not be well known).

Happily, you held your hand out for him to shake as you introduced yourself. He looked at you in surprise and gasped as he took your hand in both of his, smiling brightly. “You’re ____? You look so pretty in person!” he claims and uses his compliment as an excuse to have his gaze roam all over your face, admiring every feature while you take the time to reply.

Blushing, you shake your head and wrinkle your nose. He asks why you’re saying no and you explain to him how you don’t normally look like this. You’re usually wearing sweats or sports clothes since they’re more comfortable than other clothing. You don’t normally wear makeup since you don’t understand how it really works, and you definitely aren’t like the image you have as an artist and celebrity.

Jackson is listening to you intently with amazement and holds his chin in both of his palms as he listens intently to you rambling on and on about how much better and comfortable it is to just be yourself instead of pretending to be what you have to be for contract purposes.


Originally posted by ithadtobeyouforever

I don’t think Youngjae would approach right away once your aura and style attracted him. He noticed that you were a foreigner and famous even, when he saw that people were walking up to you and asking for selfies and autographs; the like. You were just hanging out at a local field where you played soccer with one of your Korean-Canadian born friends.

He was going to play soccer by himself at the same place, but it seemed that you already took a part of the field for yourself and your friend. He frowned at this and sat at the side to watch you play since you had to take a big part of the field just for your enjoyment.

Once he saw you play, he was immediately impressed. He wanted to talk to you, but he wasn’t very sure because his English was a bit weak.

He went up to your friend though and greeted them with a loud call of their name (you were like?? you didn’t know your friend knew this boi), bowing in your direction once you see him come up to you and your friend. You introduce yourself with one hand on your chest, trying to catch your breath from dribbling the soccer ball so much.

Youngjae greets you with his broken english and smiles the best he can, greeting your friend in Korean while you say hello. He was quite astonished when you spoke to him in your own broken Korean and he grinned in satisfaction, even though you yourself didn’t really know what you were saying.

Your friend properly introduced you to Youngjae and he nodded, looking at you with a soft smile.

Eventually, Youngjae warmed up to you because you were so kind to him even though both of you didn’t really know each other’s language. Thankfully your friend was there to translate. When you thought your friend and Youngjae were having a normal conversation, it suddenly felt like your friend was telling embarrassing things about you to Youngjae.

You glanced at their direction and saw him have different kinds of surprise and interest on his face as his gaze spaces out on you while your friend continues talking. In his head, Youngjae can’t believe you’re dorkier than you let on. Hearing your hobbies and what you like to do when you (think) are alone. He laughs along at stories your friend tells him and you’re just wondering about what they’re talking about, a lost look in your eyes and Youngjae continues to laugh.


Originally posted by jypnior

I have no clue how Jinyoung  even managed to get to you. You had a gig at a club, and it just seemed that he was at that very club to have a drink or two with some of his other members.

The club was crowded that night because you were performing a gig. When Jinyoung saw you singing the most beautiful song he’s ever heard, he couldn’t help but basically fall in love with you at first sight (hearing??). You even did some cute gestures between measures of your music while the people in club cheered for you and got closer to the podium you were on.

A kind, warm smile was on your face despite the fact that you were practically sweating buckets. Reaching out to the people who were holding theirs hands out for you to touch, you kept on singing passionately, your eyelids eventually falling shut when you immerse yourself into the song.

Jinyoung stares at you adoringly, his lips slightly parted. A few moments you were acting cute and now you were acting like a true singer - one who sings their emotions. He starts to sway along to the lyrics you let out from your mouth and closes his eyes as the sweet melody of your voice goes through his ears.

He opens his eyes once he realizes you’ve left the podium, his gaze trails after you until you enter the dressing room. Jinyoung stands up from the stool he was sitting on and sneakily enters the room you entered after knocking and you telling the person to come in. You were surprised when you saw him, but he just gave you a smile and proceeded to compliment you and your voice and how breathtaking you looked when you sang your heart out.

You cooed at him, responding with a gentle kamsamnida. Even though you didn’t know much Korean, he was still satisfied with how many words you knew. You didn’t find it that weird that Jinyoung was in your dressing room, you enjoyed the company and you knew him as a fellow celebrity and so you two talked about a lot of things. You shared a lot of stories about yourself and even threw in a few lame jokes here and there.

Your jokes caught him off guard - they were even so bad that he laughed at your jokes for being so bad. He shared a few better jokes with you, and laughed twice as hard as you did when you opened your mouth to share another bad joke, sometimes sighing in despair when the joke is especially bad. He seems to enjoy your bad jokes and cute gestures though, so it is okay.


Originally posted by oppa-has-jams

You had a fansigning at the mall and it so happened to be that Bam Bam was at the mall when you were singing a part of one of your songs all the while signing a fan’s album and photobook. Your voice was filling the whole place since you had a microphone that was hooked up to two large amps.

You voiced a few Korean phrases, giggling happily when your fans cheered or said ‘gwiyeowoyo’.

Bam Bam was walking down the escalator to see who was doing a fansigning at the mall today and when he saw you, he had to do a double take. His mouth fell open just a little while he watched you run your fingers through your hair. You held the microphone to a fan that was letting you sign their album. She tried her best to sing your song even though she stumbled a few times over the words.

Grinning at her, you lightly squeezed your hand before she went and continued to sing along to your song while signing photobooks and albums, receiving a few plushies and cute headbands in the process.

Bam Bam immediately went to go meet you. He didn’t have anything for you to sign so instead he held out his phone case for you to write on. He wasn’t sure if you were allowed to sign things other than your merchandise. He was relieved when you signed it anyway and kneeled in front of your table for a little longer, hoping that they wouldn’t force him to keep going.

They did force him, but you held onto his hand once you recognized him, giving the guards a double chin frown when they keep telling Bam Bam to go. He giggles behind his other hand and you do the same, looking at him with a wide smile. “I know you! Wanna hang out after my fansigning?”

He quickly nodded and you two shared memes with each other after you met at the food court. He absolutely adored you already, even if you just showed him two memes. (What can he say, they were really good.)


Originally posted by got7arrival

Yugyeom actually met you at the Duet Song Festival. Everyone at the festival thought you were just a normal foreigner who enjoyed singing music in your spare time.

No one had an actual clue that you already established yourself as a singer in your home country before moving to South Korea where you thought you could have a career in the industry here too. You weren’t as well known in SK as you are at home, but at least a few people recognized you.

You had to practice a song with Yugyeom before it was you guys’ turn to sing on stage.

Yugyeom was quite shy around you at first since he thought you were just a normal girl with an extraordinary voice. You two hung out a lot whether it was practicing for the festival or you two just wanted to chill and get to know each other more.

He found you quite funny because you had really good jokes and he was content of the fact that you were semi-fluent in his language. He struggled a bit with English (or your native language) and all, but you both spoke in Korean most of the time so he didn’t have to embarrass himself with his broken English.

He was attracted to you, no lie, but he didn’t know how to approach you with that fact at the back of his head. He was still shy around you, but was much more comfortable once you two got to know each other much more. He was surprised at how boy-ish you dressed when you were either outside or inside and was happy at the fact that you knew how to play the piano and ate very well.

When he found out that you were actually a well known celebrity outside of SK after the festival was over, he squawked in surprise and asked you to show him your songs.

anonymous asked:

(((hi!! i really love your headcanons and gosh u just put so much character into these dorks ur amazing))) can i ask for MC getting drunk after a fight w/ Seven + V + Saeran, finding her and driving her back home? (Extra points if she sleeps in the car on the while the boys apologize lmao)

I wasn’t too sure on where to go with this, so it might be a little all over the place. I also hope you don’t mind I did headcannons, thank you so much for saying that, it means a lot. 

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Sherlock coming to terms with his feelings for Molly, and trying to come up with counter-arguments for all the things he said, thinking that he’d have to convince Molly to marry him SFW

Hi, anon! Hopefully I understood your wording of this prompt correctly and I took it on the path you were hoping for. This got a little lengthy too haha! This was my last of the prompts I took recently, so hope everyone enjoys! :D I named this one, but I’ve got to name the others and then I’ll be putting them all on AO3 very soon. :)

Prelude to a Question

Being unsure of where he stood was a truly miserable feeling.

Over the years, Sherlock had so very carefully conducted his friendship with Molly in such a way to make it either impossible or unappealing to progress romantically with her, but now he was in desperate need of backtracking. The events at Sherrinford had of course given the needed push, and now he had to make up for all those ridiculous years and show her that he did in fact want something. More than just something, really.

Sherlock wanted to marry her. He was shocked to realize how very much he wanted it.

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Writers Creed Interviews: @definegodliness

Check out our second Writers Creed “Get to Know a Writer” Interview! For our second interview, we had the privilege of interviewing @definegodliness from the Netherlands. We’ve had a great time learning about what not to call him unless he’s in love with you, his writing inspirations, his past and what led him to be the writer that we have all come to love. We hope you enjoy getting to know one of your fellow writers on Tumblr. Thank you for being a part of this Mark! ❤

Writers Creed: So Mark, do you have any nicknames?
Mark: Never really had a nickname, nor have I desired to have one really. My friends usually call me by my last name, so I am very used to that. Come to think of it, only people really close to me call me Mark. I have a love/hate relationship with my own name. Which is probably why I always use M.A. Tempels as a signature. (I absolutely loathe ‘Marky’, and only if I am absolutely head over heels in love with you I will allow you to use that haha)
WC: People close to you and Tumblr it seems call you Mark haha. *notes: Marky is off limits* So should we stick to Mark? Or would you prefer something else?
M: Oh yeah sure, Mark is fine!
WC: Sounds good. So onto the first real writing question, what got you into writing?
M: Well, writing was the first thing I excelled at in elementary school, which is where my fondness for words, diction, proverbs, sayings and language overall originated. I’ve always felt that the bigger one’s vocabulary is, the easier it is to express and convey thoughts and emotions. Perhaps it is part of the desire to be seen and understood I had as a kid. I wrote and read a lot, until I was about fifteen. Then my interests shifted, as I did not believe I could ever become an author. So I stopped completely. In hindsight a bad decision, because the words kept piling up in my head, quite literally driving me crazy. Anyway, when I was about twenty-three I met a girl that I loved so much the words just started pouring out of me. In love letters, hidden notes, and texts. I started writing poetry, automatically. Returning to the sensitive kid I was and had forcefully shunned in my adolescent years. Emotions make you vulnerable, you see, and I wanted to be stoic. Cool. However, you can’t keep your cool when you love so deeply. We started writing a book together and ever since then I have been writing again. Thanks to that girl, my writer-self returned, and I still consider it a great gift. It is, and always has been, who I am. It feels good to know your role in life and to have purpose.
WC: That was such a beautiful answer, I love it. And I think we can all be grateful for that girl if she’s the one that returned your writer-self. And all of us writers are a bit crazy are we not?
M:Hahaha thank you. Everybody’s crazy, artists just use their trade to express it. Honestly, I have yet to meet a person that is completely sane.
WC: Haha true that. What happened to that book you and that girl started writing?
M: The book is still unfinished, though there are many chapters, characters and scenes already completed. In raw material, I dare say there already is an entire book. Every now and then I resume writing it, but this takes an immense toll on me, emotionally. It is very much revisiting the time I was so blissfully in love, and this inevitably leads to revisiting the hurt of loss. Then I get mournful, and filled with remorse. It always ends in tears; I had it all and I threw it all away. Even now I find it difficult to think of the time when we first wrote that book. Which is a pity, and foolish, because it truly was the happiest time in my life. I wish I could just appreciate that as it is, and look back with a thankful smile for having experienced it. I guess we all have our flaws; I am still learning.
WC: This is all very moving. We are always still learning. May I ask what happened?
M: The thing is, when you experience depression for the first time, it takes a long while of constantly thinking ‘what is wrong with me?’ You’re forcing yourself to man up; get really self-critical, because everything you normally do takes more energy. Well, robs it really. Then, the lethargy sets in and you deem yourself lazy and useless. All the while you’re in a downwards spiral, until the inevitable point of breaking. Then, with your pride and self-worth at its lowest point, you finally face the facts that you cannot do this alone and seek help. In my case, a psychologist patched me back up and I was ready to go and take on the world again. I’ve learned a lot during that time. Stopped studying Psychology, and started studying Journalism as it was more creative, and I needed to express. What I didn’t know back then is that I hadn’t dealt with an episode of depression, but that I was actually dealing with a chronic depression. So during the relationship, I felt myself going down the negative spiral again, but I didn’t know how and if I should handle it. I mean, we all get sad sometimes, but you make it through the day and the next morning you feel better. And that is what got me: for far too long I kept hoping to feel better the next morning. Then, when you do realize you are depressed, how do you tell it to the woman you love and whom makes you happier than you have ever been? I kept it all a secret. Afraid to lose her, basically. Wondering who’d want a life-sentence with a chronically depressed person. And this why I am telling this, keeping it secret, and trying to be/act 'normal; fighting(!) the depression, only made it worse and eventually lead to our breaking up. With all the knowledge I have now, I do know I would have acted differently. If we would have stayed together, of course, is a different story. Voila
WC: Wow. I may or may not be tearing up right now. I’m sorry about that :(
M: Here’s to hoping someone who needs to hear it will read it, and not make the same mistakes as I did.
WC:  Making mistakes is part of life, it’s how we learn and grow. But yes if you can learn from someone else’s mistakes is also good haha. Alright, now for the next question, what would you say you write about most? What inspires you most?
M: Love is predominant in my writing, because I have a big heart and often want to channel all that is good in me. Besides, most subjects to write about are fleeting, yet love is a thing of all times. To me, it is a touch of the eternal; something inside me that is grander than existence. What inspires me most are memories, usually they are strong emotions felt but never expressed. Through my writing I try to free them from being locked up inside me, which makes me feel lighter and far more balanced. It is kind of a thought palace being decluttered so I can move around freely again.
WC: Lovely answer. And I think you touched upon a bit on what my next question would have been, what writing means to you.
M: Purpose. As a life well lived is a life spent in exploring and making full use of one’s qualities. There is also a somewhat holistic motive here, the deep-rooted desire to be the best version of oneself as a part of the whole human experience. That on my death bed I might say, “I was never perfect, but I was the best version of me.” Regarding existential crises, writing gave me peace for that reason. Then there is the simple childlike excitement I feel when finding new words, or finally getting that sentence right that had been bugging me. Writing is exciting and makes me feel alive. Lastly, there is the therapeutic benefit; the release of ongoing thoughts and emotions, offering a sense of stability. So there you have it, to me writing means: purpose, excitement, and sanity.
WC: I think these are all great points you bring and many that people will be to relate to I am sure. When did you start writing in English?
M: Around April 2015? Little after I started having a tumblr. I believe I started with random contemplations, mostly about life. Giving purpose to a lifetime spent mostly in deep thought. This slowly evolved into poetry. I remember I was so shy and insecure about my usage of the English language back then, and even now I am still learning. But I love learning new words, that is actually why I write a lot of form poetry; when you force yourself to rhyme or limit yourself to a certain amount of syllables, the dictionary and thesaurus become your best friend.
WC:I totally agree with learning new words, such a good thing for anyone, especially for a writer. So before that you wrote only in your language?
M: Yes, and never poetry. Well, not consciously, I mean. In hindsight I did write love poems to my then girlfriend before that
WC: That’s really cute, love how the mind works haha. Ok, next question: Did anything interesting or bizarre happen to you because of writing? Like any cool stories related to the fact that you write?
M: Above all writing has given me the opportunity to come in contact with a vast array of sensitive, creative people; curious, open-minded, and intelligent souls, really. Which has lead to marvelous philosophical conversations about life, love, empathy, and the esoteric wonders of being. As often with like-minded souls, the connection within the conversation is so strong that it becomes almost tangible. Which is remarkable and an interesting subject to explore in itself. Speaking of like-minded souls: of course the most wonderful and exciting that has happened is that I have met my girlfriend Kristina through writing on here. After all, if I had never picked up writing, especially in English, I would have never met her. And what are the odds that a Dutch guy suddenly decides to write poetry, and in English as well… and on Tumblr of all places! But we found each other, and as a writer, I am blessed to have a partner that understands creative processes. That the poet and the person can operate entirely independent, and are not to be mistaken for each other. I believe people often forget this: how you write doesn’t depict who you are. Emotions aren’t literal, and words are but a limited vessel to convey their intricacy. What I try to achieve with my poetry is to either express how I feel, or (like I said before) because I want to channel all that is good and loving in me.
WC: Your answers are always spot on! Tell us a fun fact about you before we finish this interview.
M: I love doing impersonations, or rather make up characters and I am quite good at it! My natural voice is quite low, but I can bend it to reach many different pitches. I also very much like doing different accents. My favourite one right now is 'the pretentious, overly dramatic poet’. I love starting dread filled sentences with an exaggerated prolonged “oh”. I also can whistle melodically in four different ways; normal, two different ways through my teeth, and one using both of my thumbs. The sense of accomplishment when I first learned to whistle as a kid is one of my earliest memories. Et voila!
WC: Hahaha amazing! 👏👏👏Thank you for doing it!
M: I had fun!

the three different ways i’ve experienced astral travel! 4/13/17

there are three different types of astral travel that i have! ill go more into detail about them here bc i feel that it’ll help ppl understand that there is no one version of astral travel. its 100% different for each person, so much so that i have three different types! 

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Wild Kard in LA [Hi-Touch Experience]

Okay so first of all, I was nervous as hell. This was my first time going to a fanmeet, and it was also the first time I was going to be able to have the hi-touch experience (shout out to Charmaine for being the real MVP and scoring P2 tickets). I was trying not to think about the hi-touch thing throughout the fanmeet because I really wanted to focus on what K.A.R.D was doing on stage. They were amazing (understatement of the year btw), and, if I have the time and have collected my mess of a mind, I might do a post of the whole fanmeet. I am going to be putting together a video of all the videos I shot though (so if you’re interested, look forward to that later). Okay so legit getting to the hi-touch thing. Charmaine and I were like in the last row of P2 for the lower seating (we were Orchestra Left), and we were watching P1 do their photo thing which was amazing and funny (K.A.R.D is sooooo nice and chill. They deserve all the love they’ve been getting and more!!) K.A.R.D fans are amazing as well. Like some girl had a J.Seph sign and was standing next to him and doing a heart with him, but her sign was upside down. ALL of the fans sitting and waiting started to yell that her sign was upside down, so that she could fix it before the photo got taken. She and J.Seph looked so confused which was funny and cute, but in the end they understood what we were all yelling and motioning her to do, and she fixed her sign in time! (K.A.R.D fans looking out for each other is A+++++). Alright so they got through the P1 photos, and some of the P1 people got to stay because they also had P2 benefits; the rest had to leave immediately (security was super strict about that.) So then SubK started the hi-touch. They went row by row sending people up. Some people like ran by and high-fived the members and others sort of took their time (which was fine because why wouldn’t you). Since we were all the way in the back we had to wait a while for them to get to our row. THEN THE ROW IN FRONT OF US BEGAN HEADING DOWN. I thought I was gonna lose my head. I was starting to get even more nervous than I already was. THEN THEY SENT OUR ROW DOWN. I SWEAR THE WHOLE WAY DOWN MY MIND WAS RACING AND I WAS FREAKING OUT BECAUSE WE WERE GETTING CLOSER AND CLOSER TO K.A.R.D. The SubK people were so nice and everything. They were making sure we didn’t run and were telling us to watch our step because the stairs had this big space between each step. (I feel my heart racing as I’m writing this. What is wrong with me?)

The order was: J.Seph, Jiwoo, Somin, and at the end was B.M. As I was walking up it felt like time slowed down BIG TIME. Like the space between the stairs and where J.Seph was at felt really far. I was being really conscious of not tripping because, as most of my friends know, I tend to trip A LOT. THEN, AFTER WHAT FELT LIKE AGES, I GOT TO J.SEPH. NOW LET ME TELL YOU! J.Seph is so GORGEOUS up close. Pictures do not do him justice! He has flawless skin, and he’s just so HANDSOME and GORGEOUS!!! My soul was snatched. J.Seph’s taller than me, and I was wearing my WILD KARD hat (it’s such a nice hat), so he bent down a bit to get to my eye level. I DIED MULTIPLE TIMES THAT NIGHT AND THIS WAS ONE OF THOSE MOMENTS. It felt like he was staring into my soul! The boy has such pretty eyes. Like how does someone like him exist IDK! I WAS SHOOK! Literally all I could say was ‘Thank you.’ Like that’s all my mouth would let out. He firmly met high-fived my hand, and he smiled (my heart melted) and said ‘Thank you’ back to me. HIS VOICE is so nice and soft too!!! Also his hands? SOFT. SO SOFT.

After J.Seph was Jiwoo. OH MY GOD. SHE’S A CUTIE PIE! She had a bright smile on her face, so I couldn’t help but to give her that same smile back (my mind was working overtime in this moment trying to process).Like Jiwoo is a goddess! She’s so BEAUTIFUL! Her eyes are super bright and happy too! She leaned forward to meet my hand (she has such pretty hands too btw). It was a nice and firm hi-touch. Like she had such up beat energy that I was vibing off of, and in the brightest voice I have ever spoken in (like this shocked me how my voice changed) I just said 'Hi!’ I couldn’t think of anything else to say (and it’s not like I could’ve said much anyways since it was like a quick two second hand touch and move on sort of deal.) BUT SHE SAID IT BACK WITH ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL BRIGHT SMILE! (I died again here.) Jiwoo’s voice is also so soothing. Like it’s nice and rich, so I’m just in love.

On to Somin. I was still on this giddy high from Jiwoo, and that carried over to my hi-touch with Somin. ANOTHER GODDESS! She is so damn pretty (like K.A.R.D is killin’ it in the looks department, if you think otherwise, FIGHT ME). So I’m over here smiling like an idiot in front of Somin because I can’t do much of anything else, and just like with Jiwoo I was like 'Hi!’ in the brightest voice that ever did come out of me. Like Jiwoo, she said it back to me with a bright smile. Now let me tell you: her smile is so beautiful. Like she is a beautiful person. AND HER VOICE! Her voice is so light and nice! It’s like a feather like voice (does that even make sense idk?? but it does in my head haha). It made me even more happy. My hi-touch with her was probably the shortest though (idk why I felt like it was a bit longer with J.Seph and Jiwoo).

Finally we got Matthew, B.M., Big Matthew. MATTHEW FRICKEN KIM. The whole day I had been thinking about what I would say to him, if I could say anything to him. I had a couple of things in mind, but my mind was so scrambled by the fanmeet and by the fact that I was about to see him up close that I forgot anything I had thought of. HE LOOKED FINE AS HELL! Like that guy is so GORGEOUS too! AND HE’S SO DANG TALL!! I reached about the middle of his chest I think, so I had to tilt my head up a bit to look at him (also my hat blocked his face so I had to tilt my head up more). His eyes are so nice. SO. NICE. I reached out to high-five him, and ended up clasping his hand instead of just giving him a high-five. HE RETURNED THE GESTURE (I almost cried)! His hands are so large too in comparison to my own, so I was just losing it already. B.M’s hands were rough too, which is something that I really liked? I don’t know if that makes sense to anyone, but I liked that his hands were rough; maybe that’s just me though. Anyways, as I held his hand I blurted out, “I love you man!” AND THEN I DIED AGIN BECAUSE HE GAVE ME THE SWEETEST SMILE EVER. His smile is like heaven on Earth. It was so warm and nice, and his eyes turned into crescents, and I was dead AGAIN! He said 'Thank you’ in the most gentle voice too. MY NIGHT WAS MADE. Then I left the stage, and my mind was still not caught up with the fact that I had just met K.A.R.D. It honestly still feels like a dream.

K.A.R.D is a group that I have fallen for so fast. They’ve become my favorites in record time, and they’re probably the first group that I’ve liked this quickly. They’re all so talented, and they really demonstrated that through the fanmeet. AND THEY’RE SO CHILL! Honestly, K.A.R.D is so relaxed, laid back, and they give off the most welcoming vibe. I can’t wait for their official debut. I can’t wait to see where life takes them because I know they’re meant to be great. I hope we international fans will get many more opportunities to see and engage with them. I also hope that they continue to receive love as they move forward and grow because they deserve every single ounce of that love and a hundred times more!

Also thanks to SubKulture Ent. for organizing all of this, and for allowing us the chance to turn up with K.A.R.D! It’s been real!!

zen-harunyandere  asked:

If u dnt mind may I req again? How about Zen that suddenly can come to the real world and search for MC? But yea MC isn't the one like she's in messenger (MC looks like ourselves reader), so MC the first one see him and recognize, ends up fluff? ❤Ty!

Of course, you can request again, as along as requests are open feel free to request. I like this idea, I also like the idea of MC being in control of their world, I’m just a sucker for fantasy things. I’ve decided to go for the idea that Mystic Messenger isn’t a game, it’s an alternate dimension, and it’s not seen as a game. 

Also, I haven’t played the April Fools route, but I’ve heard Zen mentions being in different dimensions? I’m not sure, but it won’t be based off that. Sorry if that’s what you wanted, but I hope you still like my version!

Oh, there’s also a very cool post about Cheritz previous games and how MM fits into the world, and why Seven breaks the fourth wall all the time, you can find it here. I suggest you read it, it’s very interesting! 

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