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Mountain-Inspired Hotel Built From Shipping Containers in Georgia 

The idea was inspired by the mountains that resemble a triangle, consisting of shipping containers, the hotel “Quadrum” is shaped like a pyramid. The architect Sandro Ramishvili and Irakli Eristavi are the minds behind this extraordinary creation. Built in a minimalist style, the hotel seems to repeat the local terrain, cascading down the mountainside.

The philosophy behind the project was to safeguard the environment from the harmful effects of work and leisure. While building the hotel not only has the landscape been untouched, but the materials used to build it were environmentally friendly and of local production. Quadrum is the first boutique hotel located in the Upper Gudauri, Republic of Georgia.

I wanted to try a new watercolour sketchbook I bought recently for my plein-air painting. I did a simple sketch this time with my lightweight Holbein set in a style similar to concept-art works found in Studio Ghibli art-books.

 I painted this based on a photo of a tea house located in a Japanese garden belonging to a hotel located near my house (It’s a shame I can not paint there).  You can see the painting process in the making-of video but to make things short I did not like how the paper worked with the watercolours really much. In the end to “save” the picture I decided to use ink on top of the watercolours to give it a little bit of depth.

Technical stuff:  

  • Medium:  Canson Montval WATERCOLOUR F2 sketchbook
  • Sketch: Mitsu-bishi Hi-Uni pencil grade HB & 2B
  • Line: COPIC Multiliner SP 0.5mm
  • Colours: my main 48 colour Holbein set

外で水彩を描くために買ったスケッチブックを試したくて、シンプルな絵を描いてみました。コンパクトな12色のホルベイン水彩セットと2B鉛筆を使って、スタジオジブリのアートブックにあるスケッチのスタイルを目指しました。 以前撮った写真を参考にして、近所の日本庭園にある古い茶屋を描いてみました(ホテルの敷地内にある庭園なので、その場では描くのはやめました)。 最終的にキャンソンのスケッチブックの紙が水彩と相性があまりよくなくて、完成した着色はフラットになってしまっておもしろくなかったです。なので、奥行感を作るためにインクの線を足してみました。


  • 紙: モンバルキャンソン 水彩紙 スケッチブック F2
  • 下描き: HB & 2B Mitsu-bishi Hi-Uni 鉛筆
  • 線画: コピック マルチライナーSP 0.5
  • 着色: 48色のホルベイン水彩セット
Tantalizing: 05

Originally posted by jikookfantasy

Tantalizing: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07
Ship: Jungkook | Reader
Description: Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge.
Warning: Sub!Jungkook, Sex Toys, Degrading Names, Choking, Spanking, Slight BDSM, Handjob, Oral, Orgasm Denial, Exhibitionism, Fingering, Gagging, Blinfolding, Slight Violence? Slight Angst?
Word Count: 7,599

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sweet, sweet superstar

( PROMPT: I met you online, and I think I’ve fallen in love with you yet I have no idea who you are, so I suggested we meet and wHAT DO YOU MEAN “just come after filming” are you kidding me?? How am I supposed to get past security they won’t let me in!!! )

A/N: IN CASE YOU HAVEN’T HEARD, MY HUSBAND’S - TOM HOLLAND - IS IN SINGAPORE, AND I AM PRAYING THAT I’LL MEET HIM BEFORE I HAVE TO GO TO LONDON, BUT HOW DO YOU FIND TOM HOLLAND??? WHERE DOES HE GO??? AND NO ONE WILL GO WITH ME TO CHECK OUT HIS HOTEL. I COULD CRY. I HAVE BEEN PRAYING FOR HIM TO COME TO SINGAPORE, AND NOW THAT HE’S HERE, I CAN’T EVEN SEE HIM. WHAT IS THIS LIFE. ( In other news, this will be a drabble series featuring famous! Peter Parker. And let’s be real - all the comments we make about our husbands would probably get us laid or slapped. I went with the former. )

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You’re in the lecture theater, listening to a yawn-inducing lecture about classroom management, when your phone pings and vibrates inside your jacket pocket, sending a tremor up your arm. A little too eagerly, you yank it out, clicking open the LINE app, a smile blooming across your face when you see who the message is from.

vnderoos: Hey, (Y/n)! How’s your day going? 

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Soooooo Saturday I met Gareth David-Lloyd…this was quite an adventure I have to say and I just felt like I needed to share my experience and the thoughts going through my mind.  

I totally knew this was going to happen.  I’ve been planning this little trip to Huntsville for a couple of months now and was totally ready to shell out an obscene amount of money to meet this guy.  I just so happened one day to be curious enough to see if Gareth was coming close-by anytime soon.  I kind of figured it would be a stretch, but lo and behold, Gareth was coming to Huntsville.  To my dismay, it was a Doctor Who convention and he was arriving as a Torchwood guest and I literally know nothing about these shows.  I probably watched one episode of Doctor Who a long time ago and then tried a Torchwood episode shortly after my decent into Solavellan hell just because…reasons…

I’ve been planning this, worried because of my lack of knowledge of the Whoverse or whatever the hell people call it, unsure of whether this convention was going to be massive or tiny, and just general freaking out over getting to meet Gareth.  With my print in hand, my boyfriend and I went all the way up to his grandparent’s house just for me to meet this one guy at a convention that I knew nothing about.  

Unsure of how long this convention was going to take, I told my boyfriend ahead of time that he should probably be ready to wait a while.  I had never been to this convention before, but all other conventions I had gone to had a lot of waiting involved.  He ended up having one of his friends that were close by drive 30 minutes over to the mall where this hotel was located so that they could play card games.  I walk in the front door, scared as all get out with this universe that I had no idea about.  

I went up to the marked tables and literally had my badge in hand within 2 minutes.  I was the ONLY ONE IN LINE.  I saw people, sure, but there was like no one around.  Granted, I had gotten there at like 11:30, so the con was already like halfway over for the day, but still!  I expected to wait in line for at least a few minutes.  I looked at the clock and saw that I had apparently prepared too much and was now an hour early before Gareth was supposed to be signing stuff.  UGH!!!  I thought, well, I don’t know anything about this fandom other than Daleks, the phone booth, and then that Matt Smith is apparently the best doctor (I have no idea what who this person is but I apparently know his name), but I guess since I have time to spare I may as well go to the Vendor room and Artist Alley.  I went to where the Vendor room was, literally passing maybe 2 or 3 people.  

This was probably the smallest Vendor room I had ever seen.  There were like maybe 10 tables and was filled with maybe like 20-30 people including the people running the booths.  People everywhere asking me to enter this raffle and do this doohicky and I’m just like “haha no thanks” and walked away nervously.  In under 2 minutes, I had already looked at everything.  In another 2 minutes, I had already looked through the Artist Alley.  I still had so much time before meeting Gareth.  I decided that I should at least go over and see if he was around, I could just sit there and be creepy and stare at him for an hour, worst case scenario.  

I went over to the room where the signings were happening and he was already sitting down doing autographs.  I felt my heart jump in my throat and walked over to him.  Once again, there was no line.  I literally became the second person in line immediately.  I paid the lady sitting next to him, already aware that I was spending another $40 just to get him to sign my print and felt my heart start racing.  Then as the people in front of me left, my hands started shaking.  I started to fumble to get the picture out of the protective thing I bought and he said hi to me.  Dude, you guys, I felt my face burn bro.  That accent was to die for.  Literally, I could have just passed out.  I told him that I was actually a huge Dragon Age fan and really appreciated all the work that he had done.  When I showed him the @nipuni print that I had brought for him to sign, he absolutely gushed over it.  He just kept talking about how pretty it was and then quickly signed it for me.  I couldn’t stop my hands from shaking, but he was just so nice and then shook my hand.  I told him that I had literally no knowledge of Doctor Who or Torchwood and literally just came to this convention to get his autograph.  He was just so cute and I just couldn’t take my eyes off of him.

I’ve gotta do something about vibrating when I get all nervous around people I like.  It’s a sickness and I have no idea what I have to do to get rid of it.  It’s embarrassing and I could just feel myself turning beet red while I was standing in front of him.  It was so bad!!!!

So yeah, that was my ridiculously long and stupid story about what a dork I am and all this trouble that I went through literally just to meet this adorable cutie.  $100 for this like 30 second moment was well spent.

Immediately after this, I started getting sick and am still sick.  Gareth got me sick by being too adorable.  I’ve decided.  Now, I gotta go die somewhere…

TalesFromTheFrontDesk: Platinum Member Scammer

So I just accepted a new position at a nicer hotel recently. I’ve worked hotels with multi-tier guest rewards programs in the past, so I know how difficult some of the higher tier members can be. This individual in particular though has been causing issues from the moment she came through the door. To start off, she was staying with points and didn’t have a credit card for incidentals. She made a big stink about checking in and my GM reluctantly allowed her to check in with no credit card as to not inconvenience our precious Platinum Elite guest. This is just the beginning of our problems. Our hotel is located close to the airport, so we have a complimentary shuttle service to take guests there, and if it isn’t in high demand, we will take guests to nearby restaurants or stores within a reasonable radius of the hotel (2 miles). As many of you may know, a huge blizzard hit the east coast recently, leaving many distressed passengers needing rooms, which means our shuttle was busy commuting guests from the airport to our hotel. This also means we were sold out and the phones were ringing off the hook. This little snowflake calls down and asks that we take her to get pizza from some place she had called in an order to. I calmly explained to her that due to the high demand of the shuttle, we are unfortunately unable to accommodate you and the restaurant where you would like to go is outside of our shuttle radius. Immediately met with snarky remarks about how this is outrageous and that on our “website” it says our shuttle takes people within a 5 mile radius(It doesn’t). She immediately comes down and proceeds to throw a tantrum and as to not disturb other guests, I advised the shuttle driver to take her wherever she needed to go. Jump to the next day, she reserves again (using points of course), and demands to move rooms because she allegedly found “hairy soap” in the bath tub which she gleefully took photos of and emailed to us and corporate customer care. We move her rooms and she claims that there is some kind of stain on the carpet and “little brown chunks” in front of the bed, and also demands her duvet be changed. I send housekeeping to rectify the situation, and she later calls down to the desk asking to speak to the GM. She proceeds to tell the GM that she is not feeling well and needs “lady products” and asks that we send them up to her. THEN she asks why she hasn’t been offered anything for her “multiple issues” that she has had during her stay. This makes me raise an eyebrow since I am beginning to see that she just wants free things and points given to her. I call customer care and explain that we have tried to make this guest happy but we can’t seem to do so. Customer care pulls up her record and turns out she had been given a lot of points in the past due to customer care cases. So many points, in fact, that this is the ONLY reason she is a Platinum Elite Member. So, we are stuck with this insufferable woman because she keeps extending her stay using points. Points that she had scammed out of other hotels and demanding free things. I really hope there is some way that they can revoke status, because what she is doing is essentially stealing from the company. Either which way, I hope to find out that she is gone today when I go in for my shift.

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YOI - Barcelona

I know this has been done before, but I wanted to do it too. So here’s my pilgrimage to Barcelona. The trip was not without its hiccups, as you will see, but for the most part, I think I covered the hot spots: 

1. The hotel. By now, I think we all know which hotel they stayed at. Let’s start at the top. The pool had nice views at night, but was very cold.❄️☃️ I can only imagine what it was like in December. What were Viktor and Chris thinking???

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“We’re living in a time of real change,” says Depeche Mode singer Dave Gahan, a vision of intensity dressed head-to-toe in black. “As I get older, the things going on in the world affect me more. I think about my kids and what they’re growing up into. My daughter, Rosie, was deeply affected by the election last year. … She just sobbed, and I was like, ‘Wow.’”


Depeche Mode Look Back on 'Violator’ 25 Years Later

The album was “the pinnacle of us having fun,” says Martin Gore

It’s an overcast mid-January day, and the singer, 54, is picking at some tagliatelle in a corner hotel restaurant located in downtown Manhattan, where he’s lived for about a decade. Despite sharing his alarm about the state of the world, he’s in bright spirits and can look at himself objectively. “Martin [Gore] and I both live in America, so we’re both very affected by what goes on,” he says. “Martin said to me, 'I know to some people, this will come off as rich rock stars living in their big houses in Santa Barbara with not a care in the world, and it’s true that we’re very fortunate. But that doesn’t mean you stop caring about what’s going on in the world. It’s really affecting me.’ And I said, 'I understand. I feel the same.’”

That sense of worry informed Gahan and his Depeche Mode bandmates while writing their upcoming album, Spirit, which is due out March 17th, as many of the LP’s 12 songs deal directly with the general Weltschmerz circulating the planet lately. Although Depeche Mode became megastars to a legion of black-clad, disaffected malcontents with serious songs about universal compassion (“People Are People”) and more personal revelations (“Enjoy the Silence,” “I Feel You”), the new tracks seem like a different chapter for the group. “I wouldn’t call this a political album,” Gahan says, “because I don’t listen to music in a political way. But it’s definitely about humanity, and our place in that.”

He sings of bigots “turning back our history” on “Backwards,” cheekily calls for change in “Where’s the Revolution?” (“Who’s making your decisions,” he sings, “you or your religion?”) and looks inward on the brooding “Poison Heart.” Musically, these songs are dark-hued with complex textures that are both icy and warm sounding, harkening back to the group’s Violator era while still sounding musically like an extension of their last album, 2013’s Delta Machine.

The realization that Gahan and Gore were on the same page with regard to world events came early when they regrouped last year with bandmate Andy Fletcher to begin work on the album. When they looked at everything they’d brought to the table, they saw a through-line. “We called the album Spirit, because it’s like, 'Where’s the spirit gone?’ or 'Where’s the spirit in humanity?’” Gahan says. “We considered calling it Maelstrom – that was a bit too heavy metal.”

They brought in producer James Ford, whose work with Florence and the Machine, Arctic Monkeys and Simian Mobile Disco had impressed the group, and he helped get the musicians get back on the same page. Other than a few disagreements between Gahan and Gore that Ford settled (“We really had it out,” Gahan says with a laugh, “It got pretty emotional”), the recording process went relatively quickly and easily, with sessions in Gore’s Santa Barbara studio and in New York.

Now the group is releasing the record’s first single, the Gore-penned “Where’s the Revolution?” The slow-building number, which features fuzzy synths, serves as a call-to-arms, on which Gahan sings, “The train is coming/Get on board,” along with the title question. “Martin wrote it in a very sarcastic, English way,” Gahan says.

It’s a mood that continues in another Spirit song “Backwards.” It opens with Gahan singing, “We are the bigots/We have not allowed/We have no respect/We have lost control.” It goes on to lambaste some people’s “caveman mentality” and how others “feel nothing inside,” amid jabbing keyboards and pounding rhythms and complete with Gore’s backing vocals. “If we want things to change, a revolution, we need to talk about it and about caring about what goes on in the world,” Gahan says. “It doesn’t seem the way things are in London. We seem to be going in another direction, and I think Martin felt like he needed to express that.”

That theme also resounds in another song written by Gore, “So Much Love,” a more upbeat, electronics-driven number about realizing that everyone has love inside. “It’s like we have so much love here, we really do, but we’re afraid to use it and access it,” Gahan says. “It’s the old John Lennon thing, like, 'love and peace, man.’”

But while Gahan sees a connection to the Beatles, the tune sounds nothing like the Fab Four with its dense, noisy pastiche of keyboards, drum machine and an eerie guitar line. Gahan says that the song, musically, has more in common with Depeche Mode in their earliest days.

“Back in '79 or 1980, we would play these 25-minute sets where I would write the little dots on the drum machine and shift it up and down to make it go faster or slower,” Gahan recalls. “It was a wall of sound. We’d plug these three keyboards into the drum machine, and three microphones – Vince [Clarke], Martin and myself – so it was three-part harmonies and a very distorted drum machine. … ['So Much Love’] also reminds me of early electronic stuff, like Tuxedomoon and Cabaret Voltaire, who did kind of punky, distorted songs.”

It’s the exact opposite sound of the ballad “Poison Heart,” a particularly catchy and euphonious number Gahan concocted with the group’s drummer, Christian Eigner, and keyboardist, Peter Gordeno. “They sent me this guitar line, and it had a bit of a Muscle Shoals vibe,” Gahan says. “It was a very different feel and I got this melody in my head.” It opens with a slow, funeral march in the vein of Screamin’ Jay Hawkins’ “I Put a Spell on You” and builds to an almost Beatles-like bridge with only a smidgen of noisy guitar. Gore, whom Gahan says is “not a man of many words when it comes to others’ songs,” called “Poison Heart” the best song Gahan had ever written.

“You have poison in your heart,” he croons outright at the beginning of the song. And later, he sings, “You know it’s time to break up/You’ll always be alone,” but Gahan says it’s not intended to be a breakup song.

“I was watching the news on TV and I was writing through my own inability to really relate to another human being,” he says. “There must be something wrong with me, poison in my heart or whatever. So it was fun to play with that imagery, and it became more worldly – greed and lust and wanting what you want when you want it and nothing else matters. So I was breaking up with myself – trying to evolve, trying to break up with old ideas that I think are working for me but are not in actuality. Fortunately, that’s not my relationship with my wife.”

He laughs, picking at his pasta, and says that “Poison Heart” complements another song on the album, which wasn’t played for Rolling Stone, called “Worst Crime.” “The lyrics to 'Poison Heart’ are more of an internal dialogue, but 'Worst Crime’ is looking outward,” he says. “It’s bringing about the change. You’ve got to do something different or act differently. We can all talk about whatever is going on until we’re blue in the face but you have to take real action, and sometimes we don’t know what that looks like. Individually, I believe people are inherently good, but we’re really distorted by the information we get and we act out on that information out of fear.”

Another way he expressed that opinion on the album is in a song called “Cover Me,” which he describes as a story song. “It’s about a person who travels to another planet only to find that, much to his dismay, it’s exactly the same as earth,” Gahan says. “It’s a different planet but the same. He really can’t get away from himself. If he wants things to change, he’s going to have to implement it.”

If that premise sounds like pure Bowie, it’s only because the Starman loomed large as an influence on Gahan and Gore throughout their career. “When Bowie died, we both didn’t know what to do with it,” Gahan says. “There was a personal connection there. It was a huge loss.”

Gahan recalls sobbing last January when he heard that Bowie had died. He had gotten used to seeing Bowie in surprisingly normal social settings – Gahan and Bowie’s daughters are about the same age and attend the same school – and Gahan would sometimes chat with Bowie at school functions. “It was very different to the Bowie that I grew up adoring and living vicariously through,” he says. He’d become a fan as a young teen watching Top of the Pops and latched onto Bowie’s androgyny because his mother didn’t like it. When he turned 16, he scrounged together some money (“I’m sure I stole something and sold it,” he says) to see Bowie perform at London’s Earl’s Court in 1978, and he calls the double live album, Stage, which was recorded on that tour, “some kind of pacifier” for him, his go-to Bowie.

“I had seen the news but it wasn’t until my wife told me he had died that I just broke down in tears,” Gahan says. “My daughter came out and they were both hugging me. It really affected me. I felt a huge gap. One of the things I was most regrettable about was that I had never really gone up to him at any time I’d seen him in passing and said, 'You know, David, I bump into you every once in a while, but I’ve never told you how much your music has meant to me and continues to mean to me.’”

To right this, Depeche Mode paid tribute to Bowie at a special concert they recently recorded at New York City’s High Line public park. They filmed the performance – which they did without an audience and which included several songs from Spirit – with just a drum machine and Gore on guitar, and they capped it with a cover of Bowie’s “Heroes.” “I was so moved, I barely held it together, to be honest,” Gahan says. “Martin listened to 'Heroes’ once it was mixed and randomly told me, 'Wow, that was really fucking good.’ And I said, 'Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?’”

Although Depeche Mode have not yet decided how they will release this film, Gahan is eager for people to see the whole thing and especially “Heroes.” In the meantime, he’s getting back into the headspace of performing live, and spreading the band’s new message of world awareness to audiences. By his estimation, the band has already sold over a million tickets to a few dozen stadium European stadium shows later this year, and the group is still finalizing plans for a U.S. tour; rehearsals begin in mid-February.

But it’s the early interest in the upcoming European leg that Gahan is most excited about, since many venues were nearly sold out before the release of the new single. “We spent a lot of years just fighting to be heard and to be respected,” he says. “One or two reviews of our past albums over the years have been pretty harsh. And you go, 'Oh, those people really don’t get us, they don’t get it.’”

But over the last nearly four decades, Depeche Mode have amassed a dedicated fan base, something that resonated with Gahan recently when he was working on a side project with the cinematic production team Soulsavers. One of the members of that group, Rich Machin, told him that Depeche Mode records like Violator and Songs of Faith and Devotion were among his favorites when he was 13.

“They were like what Diamond Dogs and Ziggy Stardust were to me, those albums where you sit in your bedroom wondering why you don’t fit in with the rest of the world,” Gahan says. “That’s what I was doing with David Bowie at that age. I had found somebody in him that I could understand, where I felt I was part of his world, when I felt alienated. And I think that’s why Depeche Mode appeals to a lot of people. Somehow it’s comforting, like, 'You’re not alone.’ You’re not, of course. None of us are. But music is the thing that crosses all boundaries and brings odd people together.”

It’s a sentiment that also echoed last year when it was announced that Depeche Mode were nominated for the first time to enter the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame but ultimately didn’t make it. “We’re not just part of the fabric, and I’m proud of that,” he says. “We stick out as being something that’s a little bit odd. We knew we weren’t going to get up there with the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, but someone wrote something like, 'They’re a band wearing eyeliner, writing pervy songs about twisted, weird, depressing subjects.’

"I took that as a massive compliment,” he continues. “Because we are a little odd, and we’ve always appealed to the odd out there, the odd in the world. Our fans and the people like ourselves are a squad that maybe didn’t quite feel right hanging out with others. We’re a little awkward, a little nerdy, a little different. We found each other and it became a gang.” He laughs, looking proud. “And it’s a pretty big gang now.”

(via Depeche Mode’s Dave Gahan on Urgent New LP, Bowie Influence - Rolling Stone)

Tall, Dark, Handsome Romance


Pairing: Kol x Reader

Summary: A vacation in New Orleans sparks more than you bargained for, in the shape of a tall, dark, handsome stranger. Who turns your life upside down with secrets and romance.

It was alive, right in front of you. The busy streets of New Orleans bustling with people going about their day. The smell, the weather, the beautiful scenery had gone from the photos hanging in your room, to real life.

This was your destination for a realxful, low-key holiday. Escape destination you labelled it. Life back home had reached a boiling point, causing you to turn the dial all the way down to a complete stop - hence New Orleans.

Dragging the one massive suitcase you brought, the hotel that was going to be your home for the next 2 months was just down the street. Hotel St. Marie, described as one of the best hotels in New Orleans. It was in the heart of the French Quarter and had a great view of the streets, perfect to enjoy the nightlife.

Opening the door, the coolness of the hotel washed over you. Making your way to the front service desk, a lady with dirty blonde hair stood on the other side, looked up and gave you a warm smile.

“Welcome to St.Marie Hotel. How may I help you today?”. She sounded friendly enough and seemed happy to be greeting you.

Not wanting to be rude, you smiled back, even though you were utterly exhausted. “I booked a room for the next 2 months, under the name Y/N”.

She typed away and within seconds she nodded and placed a key onto the bench. “Ah yes, we have you down for the courtyard balcony suite. We hope your stay here is pleasant, and if you need anything at all please do not hesitate to ask”.

Thanking her, you grabbed the key and followed the numbers on the door until you found room 10. The room at first glance was well furnished, clean and very inviting. Setting the suitcase near the door, you immediately allowed your back to hit the soft mattress. Letting out a sigh, not out of annoyance, it was more relief than anything.

Letting it all sink in, you were finally here.

Even though jet lag was still a huge obstacle, you couldn’t-weren’t going to let that affect your first day of exploring the city. Showering, a new change of clothes and a city map. You were now ready to see what the Big Easy had to offer.

The sun felt warm, not burning hot, just warm. People were out and about, either enjoying each other’s company, immersing in shopping or just taking a casual stroll. Back home, it was never like this.

Taking a right turn, you came by a small open ally where a few seats were situated. Walking past, a sign hanging off the side of a building caught your eye- Rousseau’s-opening the door you stepped inside. It wasn’t empty, nor was it busy as bars back home would have been this time of day. Choosing the booth relatively close to the back of the bar, you sat, just admiring your current location.

A guy wearing a black attire walked out of, what you imagined was the store room or even kitchen. You gathered he was on shift. His eye caught yours but retracted just as quickly. Another man, whose back was turned to you, sat at the bar. A glass of whiskey or perhaps bourbon at his fingertips. The only other two people had just left, causing the bell on the door to ring as they made their way out.

Not wanting to be the creepy individual lurking in the shadows, you went to the bar and sat 3 stools away from the man. Shooting a quick glance in his direction, a sudden shiver radiated through your body. Turning away, the guy who you presumed worked here was now standing in front of you.

“What can I get you?”, he polity asked.

Not sure what you exactly wanted, you just said water. He came back with a large glass, frozen ice cubs floating on top. Wiping the bar down, he spoke again. “Your not from around here are you?”.

Taking a sip, the refreshing hit of the ice cubs touched your lips. “Is it that obvious?. I just arrived actually”.

“Where from?”.

Your body stiffened. “A place I’ve been wanting to take a break from for awhile”. He didn’t press further, and for that you were thankful. He introduced himself as Josh, before walking away to the other side of the bar. Tracing the rim of the glass with your finger, the man a few seats away stood up and whispered into Josh’s ear, looking quite pissed.

Watching the two of them semi-argue, he unexpectedly locked eyes with you. The shiver returning as he did so. He didn’t break the eye contact until he was forced too, exiting the bar, you were the only occupant left.

“What did you say your name was again?”. Josh came back, looking nightly curious.

Finishing up the glass of water. “I didn’t, but it’s Y/N. Y/N, Y/L/N”.  As soon as you said your name, his lips pressed together. Brushing his reaction off, you grabbed the jacket wrapped around the chair, you too left, not noticing the man leaning against the wall.

Hands in pockets, the sun that was shinning so brightly before was now beginning to fade. The hotel was minutes away, easily reached by foot. Passing the same ally intersection, that damn shiver. Stopping. You scanned the area, concluding that you were just being ridiculous, you ventured on.

Turning the corner onto the street your hotel was located. One step forward, it felt like the wind just got knocked out of you. A pair of hands catching you all in one steady motion.

You were about to yell, say inappropriate words to the person who had bumped into you. Ready to lash out, you refrained when the same brown eyes that glanced your way at the bar came into view.

“Careful, love. Corners can be quite dangerous”. His voice, deep and husky.

Taking a step away from the handsome stranger, you scoffed at his rudeness. After all he bumped into you. “Yeah, so maybe you should watch where you’re going”.

“I apologize, darling. Let us start over, I’m Kol, Kol Mikaelson”. He smirked, extending his hand.

Normally you wouldn’t be so quick to give out your name. But you did it with Josh at Rousseau’s, so why would this time be any different?. “Y/N, Y/L/N”. Shaking his hand, the second skin meet that shiver was replaced with a small jolt - a spark.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you…Y/N”. A glint appeared in his dark, brown eyes. And it reminded you of Josh’s reaction when he heard your name, causing your stomach to turn for an unknown reason. Still holding hands with Kol, the chemistry from just one touch, it was heart stopping. But in the best way possible.

A few meters away, two men stood at the corner.

“Our dear brother does not know what his gotten himself into, as always”.

The slightly taller one straightened his posture. “I believe, Niklaus, none of us do. That girl is either going to be our greatest enemy, or our biggest ally. And I for one, know which one I rather her be”. Elijah gave Klaus a stern look, getting a small smirk in response.

Night had fallen, music bringing the city to life. You and Kol spent the entire night together, thus, unknowingly starting a chain of events.

You don’t belong here!

Originally posted by blueberryhouse

Chapter 2

Mark Tuan x Reader Fanfiction
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Author: YoseiCosplay

A/N: This is my first kpop fanfiction. I also write Anime fanfiction on fanfiction.net under the same name, so please check me out there! Thank you and hopefully you enjoy this fic! (Sorry the beginning seems kinda slow. It’ll pick up as it goes.)

Description:  You’re an American going to go visit your favorite kpop group in Seoul! But when you get there, you’re not exactly welcomed with open arms. What happens when Mark and the rest of Got7 notice how those sasaeng fans treat you?

Chapter 1:

“Now boarding flight 22A, Chicago, IL to Seoul, South Korea. Passengers, please have your boarding passes out and read.” You stand up quickly upon hearing the announcement. Grabbing your carry-on, you present your ticket to the lady at the gate. You walk down the ramp onto the plane and take your seat next to the window.

As the rest of the passengers arrive, you anxiously think about the venture you have set on. You are flying to South Korea to finally be able to see your favorite Kpop group in person, Got7. They had come to Chicago a few months ago but to your dismay, you were working that night and couldn’t make it. You were so upset, you decided to look up the rest of their tour dates to see if you could travel within the country to see them. Of course, just your luck, their USA tour had just ended. You were heartbroken. But while scrolling through the page, you find out they will be doing a fan signing and a concert in a few months in Seoul.

So, here you are, after working two jobs to save money for your flight and hotel, you’re on your way to see then in person. You also spent those few months attempting to learn Korean as best you can but you were only able to learn a few phrases. You groan and hit your head on the seat in front of you. “This was probably a bad idea,” you mumble, second guessing yourself. Before you can do anything about it, the flight attendants have closed the door and told everyone to buckle up, just as the plane starts moving.

‘Well, guess it’s too late now.’ You sigh and lay your head back against the seat. ‘Might as well get some sleep’. You close your eyes and sleep for as long as you can on this terribly cramped plane.


‘Finally.’ You sigh in relief as you exit the plane and into the terminal. That was the most uncomfortable and longest flight of your life. 

Feeling a little bit better, you finish your airport experience by picking up your suitcase, going through customs and getting your passport stamped. You then walk outside to where there are taxis lined up on the street. You grab the closest taxi and lug yourself and your large suitcase into the back.

“Seoul Olympic Parktel, please.” You say in Korean. The driver nods and drives off to your hotel location. You want to enjoy the sights but you can’t help but be anxious about meeting one of your favorite Kpop groups in person.

Before you knew it, your taxi had arrived at your hotel. You say thank you as you pay the man. After he drives off, you turn to the building. ‘Woah’ you think as you look up. It was one of the largest hotels you’ve ever seen. 

You look at the front doors and make your way into the lobby. The woman at the front desk looks up. Taking in your appearance, she gives you a small smile. “How can I help you?” She asks in a thick accent. You sigh in relief that she can speak english.

“Hi, check in for Y/F/N, Y/L/N” You smile back. She nods as she looks up your name on the computer.

“Yes, Ms. Y/L/N. You’ll be staying in room 334, on 3rd floor for four nights. Here is room key.” She hands you a key card as you sign the necessary forms. You bow your head in thanks and head to the nearest elevator.

As soon as you make it to your room, you collapse onto our king size bed. The jet lag slowly wants to kick in but your know you have to get ready for the fan meet later this evening. You look at the clock as it read 10am. Okay, you have about 7 hours to unpack, shower, eat something and get ready before you have to leave. Plenty of time.

You grab your ihome and ipod and set it on the night stand. You turn on your Got7 playlist and last their music as you go through everything you need to do to get ready.


Finally you were ready to go meet them. You look yourself over in the mirror once more. You have on your black ripped skinny jeans, black and white converse and your Got7 shirt with your Bias’ name on the back.

Taking a deep breath, you grab your autograph book and purse and head out the door. The location for the fan meet was only about half a mile away at the Olympic Handball Gymnasium, so you decided to walk. You can already see a line starting to form, so you get to the end of the line. A few girls file behind you, giving you weird looks but you try to ignore them.

After a few minutes, the event staff opens the doors to the venue. All the attendees walk in a single file line, handing their tickets to the ticket taker. You get one of the seats in the front row, lucky you. But unlucky for you, so did the girls who were giving you the weird looks. You groan as you slump into youer chair.

‘Remember, Y/N, you’re here to see them. Ignore those girls.’ You nod to yourself and straighten your back.

After about an hour, everyone is seated. Your fiddling with your hands trying to keep your anxiety in check. All of a sudden, the lights dim in the room as the small stage lights up. All the fans around you start screaming. You cringe, trying your hardest not to pay attention to the ear splitting screams.

“God damn screamers,” You mumble. But you quickly shut up as you atch each member file on stage. Your eyes lit up as you watch all of them stand behind their designated chairs, smiling into the crowd of fans. But your eyes land on your ultimate bias, Mark Tuan. Damn, how could a boy be that perfect, you’ll never know.

JB smiles at the crowd of fans and raises his hand. He nods to the rest of the group to greet everyone. “Hana dul set, Come and get it Got7″ the entire group says, bowing to their fans. They take a seat as you clap along with the irritatingly loud screaming fans.

The first half hour, the boys sang a few of their songs and goofed around. By that, you mean Jackson and BamBam doing funny little skits, Yugyeom bothering Jinyoung and JB, and Youngjae and Mark dying laughing at the rest of them. Then they started the fan signing to make sure everyone had time to meet the idols. The first row of seats went first, which meant you. You all stand up and move to the side to stand in line. Of course Mark was the second seat on stage, next to JB, so you get to meet him right away.

You swallow the large lump in your throat and fumble with your autograph, book, dropping it. It hits the ground with a loud thud, making a few heads turn to look at you. Red faced, you bend over to pick it up. But suddenly, two hands shove you from behind and make you fall forward. You stand up trembling as you hear giggling coming from behind you. You turn to see those same girls from earlier laughing at you. One of them gives you a cold smirk and says something in Korean you can’t understand. You quickly turn around and hold your book close to your chest as you get closer to the stage.

You feel another shove as you walk up the steps, causing you to trip. Your autograph book flies out of your hands and once again lands on the floor. As you reach for it, a foot blocks your path, landing on your poor book. You look up to see the same girl who pushed you the first time.

You give her a glare as you stand up. Dusting yourself off, you cross your arms, trying not to show  you’re affected by this. “Can I have my book back please?” you say quietly.

The girls look at each other. The main girl picks up the book. Instead of handing it to you, she rips out the pages. Hearing the deafening noise of all your BTS, Big Bang and Block B autographs being torn, your heart tears along with it. Tears form in your eyes as you watch the pieces of papers float to the floor. You don’t notice that it had caught the attention of a lot of people in the room, including JB, Mark and Jackson who were the closest to the line. They continue to meet their fans but watch you and the girl carefully.

You clench your hands, trying very hard not to break down and cry. The girl then throws the rest of the book at you and laughs. She smirks at you and speaks again in Korean, but this time you can catch a few words. You hear something like “leave” and “belong” but that’s about it. She notices you clench your fists and and shoves you once more. You hit the steps very hard, hitting your head on the step with a loud crack, you become dizzy and touch where you hit your head and feel something wet. You bring your hand to your face and see the red liquid.

“Hey! What’s going on!” You hear yelling from the stage. You turn around and see JB standing up, shouting at the girls in Korean. He doesn’t look too happy. In fact, he looks furious.

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