#wc: 357

[lgcmjun]

AU SNAPSHOT:

he said no.

“i don’t think that’s for me”, he politely declined the offer, and minjun could swear he heard some sigh of relief coming from his mother. he still remembers that day with a smile, a fond memory of a time he knows didn’t belong to him.

an idol life.

minjun follows the familiar path towards the university’s pool. it’s night, and no one is allowed to be there at that time; but he’s not an ordinary student. he’s kang minjun, and people know him as pool’s royalty. his marks in that pool are known to the students and are the reason scouts have been roaming around the campus the past year.

after denying an invitation to join an idol company, minjun keeps his focus on swimming, his passion. as he replaces the school’s best swimmer during a competition due to an injury, and breaks the pool’s record that day (going up against the coach’s instructions to just complete the race), finishing it in first, he draws all eyes to him.

competition wasn’t easy, especially inside the university he represented, with older athletes being constantly favored instead of him. until he’s given the chance to transfer to another university, one that was gathering athletes to form what they called the avengers swimming squad. minjun accepts it, with the support of his family, and things change for the better.

his pool times keep getting better, and his leadership posture put him in the captain position, leading the school’s squad to win every championship they try the two following years. at the end of the year, he gets an invitation to join the olympic team for korea.

he has two years of exhausting and intense training before he can wear the official uniform for the olympic team and join his whole squad during the opening ceremony. but it was all worth it when he jumped the pool for the first time and managed to snatch a spot in the finals.

gold medal didn’t go to korea, but minjun’s medal is bronze. he’s proud of himself, proud of his accomplishments, and so sure his journey is just the beginning.

[behyunki]

hyunki gets interviewed part four

hyunki followed the familiar routine once the team was off stage, waiting his turn to be interviewed. he was more excited for this interview than previous ones, ready to talk about the group's performance. soon enough the staff was ready, and questions were being thrown his way

can you explain your concept to us?

"when we were contemplating the elegant and sexy concept and how it worked with the song itself, we all pretty quickly decided on the idea of criminals and detectives, with one of the detectives actually being another criminal," hyunki began to explain. "we wanted to play with the lyrics that speak about solving puzzle. so the criminals are art thieves who stole a piece of puzzle art, and are leaving small clues along the way for the detectives to follow. the detectives keep feeling like the criminals are always within their grasp, but we would keep escaping. they also are confused because the criminals leave the playing cards as a calling card, one for each suit, but they don't know which criminal represents the diamond, until the end," he explained, referencing to seira's reveal.

was there anyone that was particularly helpful?

"we had a great mix of creative individuals in our group," he began, recalling the individuals within the group and how they played large rolls in getting this performance to where it was. "nayoung was very helpful in figuring out all parts of my character. her advice helped guide me in the right direction for what sexy and elegant is for me," he praised their coach briefly before moving onto his teammates. "siwoo was also very helpful in figuring out the visual aspects, such as the outfit and jewelry. and lastly, touma. we got to work on adjusting the choreography together and it was wonderful to have someone to bounce ideas off of." hyunki felt like he could praise so many of the team.

do you feel like this performance was a redemption from last week's critiques?

hyunki nodded briefly in initial response. "yeah, we definitely delved much further into the creative process this week, and i hope the judges enjoy it!"

[deadlyminded]

Zelkov was defeated.  He falls to the cold stone ground, body utterly spent.  As soon as he goes prone, the monsters that have bested him return to docile idleness, as though they had sprung to life only to defeat him and now returned to a peaceful existence. 

He wonders if the same is in store for him, in the rest of death.

When he closes his eyes though, he doesn't feel like dying.  On the contrary, his body feels completely rejuvenated, as if the last thirty minutes of his life had never taken place.  When Zelkov opens them, he finds himself staring at the blue sky of Fódlan.  Fat, fluffy clouds are floating slowly in the sky, living a life so separate from the occurrence that Zelkov just experienced.

That… is… odd…

He springs to his feet, feeling vague confusion and stubborn determination clawing at the corners of his mind.  Next, he checks his pockets.  What he found in the portal and took for himself is still there.  His hand curls around a small bird he might consider rescued from a treasure chest he found in there.  When it pulls it out, it springs to life and bucks against his hand.  When he uncurls his fingers, it flies away.

Very odd.

Odd, but compelling.  For what purpose did such a place exist?  How did he change places so suddenly, and so suddenly become rejuvenated?  Perhaps he can't conquer it himself, but with an ally beside him, it should be child's play.  All he needs is a partner and an extra portal.

Fortunately for Zelkov, what he's looking for is soon in sight.  Another portal opens just beside a blue-haired knight.

“Excuse me,” he tells her.  The portals are ephemeral, and he doesn't want to miss an opportunity.  Zelkov's hand wraps tightly around her arm, and he pulls her into the gap hanging in the air.  Shortly after their entrance, it closes.

He releases his hold on her.  “These portals have been appearing at random.  Have you entered one?  There are a variety of monsters within these halls, but they do not seem to pose any real threat.”

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[lgcminki]

LGC FAMILY CON ! from NKND to MZSD

minki had always been excited about the family concert. he remembers being a trainee and admiring the work of the sernios artists in the same company as him who have gone through great lengths and achieved so much in their career. he would often wonder what it would be like, when he's one of those artists on stage—if it's even possible for him, in the future. minki remembers performing with the rest of the trainees, if they're lucky they would be sharing the stage with those senior artists too. of course, those artists are the vocal point, with the trainees being an add-on ( not that he minds ). but the experience itself, was something worthwhile and special. every year, it was.

honestly, to minki, it never gets old. no matter what.

so minki finds it hard to believe that this time, he won't be 'just another trainee', after a few years of going through that cycle every year. it's strange, hearing the announcement he's officially part of a group that will be debuting this year, from NKND to MZSD ( he's still trying to get that group name rolling off his tongue, he'd gotten kind of used to NKND ).

it's when he's performing back down with the rest of his hardworking and energetic team that he realizes—ah, this is real. against all odds, minki is on stage this time, as himself, with his group members who will be with him in the long run. that realization makes him feel strange, positively brimming with what he assumes is adrenaline. makes him want to do his best, even though he always does.

minki gives it his all—he hopes to be able to do that for every stage that he's on after all, he doesn't want to be lacking. he has every intention of making his group shine too, like the rest of the senior artists he always looked up to. one day, MZSD can become part of that beaming light. he's confident, for once in his life, melts into the performance he's putting up along with the rest of his members; they'll make it work.

[lgctaeha]

「 ❀ 」  ━━ ˗ˏˋ LOVE, LOVE, LOVE !

NOSTALGIA ✿ PREP WEEK 1

'Taeha are you coming?'

It's not unusual to find the trainee in this state, squirreled away in the corner of her room, nose tucked between the pages of a notebook or a large binder, bursting at the seams with photos, random notes, and other keepsakes. The sound of her name pulls her from her scribbling, greeting the more junior trainee with an eye smile. "Yes, yes, yes! Coming!"

The room is already bustling with trainees of varying years, the overwhelming excitement ( or for some a sense of boredom or indifference ) was heavy in the air. Taeha's is surely making up for a large percentage of it with the way her smile only grows at the sight of the setlist. "Wah, the line up is so amazing! Did you see week 6?!"

She nestles herself into the huddle of senior trainees, gushing over the selections and potential lines when the head coaches begin to file in. Most are familiar, having interacted during evaluations and day to day workshops, but her eyes are focused on a select few she doesn't recognize. One in particular, who introduces himself as one of the head producers, greets the group with a broad smile, eyes scanning his clipboard as he goes over the plan for the next few weeks of rehearsals and filming.

'Isn't he handsome?' Another trainee whispers behind her, to which Taeha can only nod and giggle sitting so closely to the front of the room. She almost can't think of another time she'd been so tuned in to a meeting like this. While the others were busy gushing over how attractive the man was, Taeha seems to be preoccupied with a different matter entirely.

She watches as the dance coach subtly appears at his side, hanging onto his every where as he speaks. The brief moments of eye contact between them that bring a crinkle to the producer's eye. The drawn out laughter of the coach with each and every corny joke he made during his briefing. It was just too obvious.

A mischievous smile tugs at Taeha's lips.

Love was in the air and matchmaker Taeha was so back.

[manariee]

HERE WITH ME

﹙キスして﹚───── jay can't take his hands off of you

박종성 & fem!reader wc: 357 💌 cw: explicit language, SUGGESTIVE, skinship, kissing MANA: @jjennuine is first mwah

You weren't even sure how it started.

The second you stepped inside his apartment, the door clicked shut behind you - and then Jay’s hands were everywhere.

He doesn’t waste a second. His fingers slide into your hair as he walks you backward, mouth crashing into yours with a hunger he barely tries to hide. The taste of him — mint and something dangerously addictive — makes your head spin. You clutch his shirt, feeling the tight muscles underneath, his body so warm and toned.

Your back hit the wall with a soft thud, Jay’s hands finding your hips, pressing you there like you were the only thing anchoring him.

His lips moved against yours desperately, rougher this time, as your fingers knotted in his hair, tugging until he groaned deep in his throat.

"Fuck, baby," he rasped against your lips, breath hot, voice wrecked.

You barely caught your breath before he dipped his head to your neck, teeth grazing skin as he whispered your name like a curse, like a prayer. “God, you drive me crazy, Y/N.” The way he said it — voice raw, desperate.

Your chest heaves, heart racing as he captures your mouth again, slower this time, almost lazy, but no less intense. His hands are immediately on your waist, sliding under the fabric of your hoodie, fingertips dragging along your bare skin. Every touch leaves a trail of burning sensation.

When you gasp against his mouth, he chuckles — low and wicked — before deepening the kiss, tilting your head to the side with a firm hand. His body presses flush against yours, no space left between you, like he can't get close enough no matter how hard he tries.

And honestly? Neither can you.

You tug him closer, nails scraping lightly down his back, and you feel him shudder against you. He pulls away just enough to look at you, eyes heavy-lidded, lips swollen from your kisses.

"Bed or here?" he asks, voice wrecked, desperate but somehow still teasing.

The answer is obvious.

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[trustinsturniolos]

“say it.” | m.s

╰┈➤ reader refusing to say 'i love you' back to matt before matt goes out with nick and chris.

pairings : vampire!matt x human!reader

warnings/contains : biting , not proofread , i think that's it (lmk if not!!)

wc : 357

you blankly continued to obliviously watch the boring movie on the television in front of you, trying your hardest to remain a firm poker face.

“i love you.” he repeated almost instantly in a stern and expectant tone, his face almost reaching a glare as he awaited the response he wanted.

“mhm, see you in a bit.” you replied nonchalantly, pouting slightly to cover up the smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.

the air around you was thick with anticipation as you anxiously but smugly waited to see how he’d respond.

matt scoffed frustratedly, like you’d just offended him in the worst way possible–to him you basically had.

he rapidly stormed toward the bed. “what?” you frown, feigning uncertainty even though you knew exactly why he was marching back over. 

“you know ‘what’.” he muttered, his irritation growing. he grabbed your wrist tightly and pulled you up from your previous position where you were sitting comfortably on your bed. 

his hands sneakily snaked onto your waist. his carnation pink coloured lips attach themselves to your neck as he carefully guided you backwards until your back was pressed flush against the nearby wall. 

his teeth gently but demandingly bit into the skin of your neck, the little fangs building at the side of his teeth punishingly digging into your flesh. 

“say it.” he demanded.

“say wh-” you began, a smirk creeping onto your face–luckily matt was too focused on your neck to notice it.

“say i love you back.” he cut you off. 

you defiantly stayed silent. until you felt his blunt fangs bite deeper into your skin. not enough to hurt you, but enough to leave a slight mark engraved on your skin.

“okay, okay,” you chuckled softly. “i love you too, matt.” 

he abruptly pulled back. “good.” matt patted your hip before continuing to walk out of the bedroom like before, acting as if you hadn’t refused to say ‘i love you’ back previously. his expression was calm, now unbothered.

a/n : i don't like this one that much, i just wanted to write vampire!matt again but i didn't really have any ideas tbh

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[heaven4lostgirls]

prompt: pepperup elixir @moonwater-microfic wc: 357

info: potion contains 46 % alcohol, dosage should not exceed 7/21 drops per potion. perhaps related to pepperup Potion

regulus is smiling, remus is terribly concerned.

he double checks the label on the glass vial, noting the ‘pepper up’ written in black ink.

“are you…feeling better?” remus asks cautiously, placing the empty vial onto the bedside table next to regulus’ bed.

regulus nods so hard remus hides a wince, surely this couldn’t be the same slytherin who threatened to severely mutilate remus if he didn’t stop talking because of his headache.

“i’m great” regulus beams, smiling widely as his cheeks stretch to show his pearly teeth.

remus grows more concerned by the minute.

it must show on his face as regulus’ expression drops as a pout forms on his face.

a pout. regulus arcturus black is pouting.

eyes shiny and wide as his lips jutt out.

“erm..” remus trails of in bewilderment and to his absolute horror, regulus’ eyes grow misty.

“you’re upset at me” the younger boys’ lip wobbles as he murmurs the sentiment softly

remus is hastily shaking his head, expression frantic as he tries to amend whatever wrongdoing he has committed.

“i’m not made at you archie, you’re alright love” he says frantically, panicking as regulus starts to mutter incoherently.

remus turns to grab the vial of pepper up he had discarded, turning it over in his palm before his heart drops.

written in fine print, on the back of the vial is ‘pepper up elixir - tester, alc. vol. 46%’

oh merlin, remus has just drugged his boyfriend.

he starts to laugh somewhat panicked, looking between regulus flustered form as his heart starts to race.

“oh!…okay, uh alright um” he mutters uselessly, grabbing some water left over from regulus’ pain potion earlier that morning.

he hastily has regulus drinking the water as the curly haired boy resists and complains about remus manhandling him.

remus acquiesces to sobering up his boyfriend before returning to the hospital wing for the correct potion this time.

in the meantime, he snuggles up to regulus’ increasingly clingier frame as he strokes through sweat soaked curls.

regulus falls into a drunken slumber, drooling over remus’ jumper which remus can’t help but recall fondly for years to come.

[nikipuff]

Hello there Lav dear, I do hope everything is going well for you today.

I was wondering if you would be able to write something for Ronin and Angel (separately, of course.) Helping a Reader who suffers from Chronic Mingraines? (My friend has been struggling with them as of recently. )

Also I wanted to thank you for the warm wishes while I was recovering from being sick. (The sick fic with angel was just wonderful and I believe helped me recovered just a bit quicker than normal.❣️)

Thank you for reading and have a wonderful rest of your day/night.

Regards,

🌅-Anon.

My Head...

warnings: mentions of murder

pairings: Ronin x Reader / Angel x Reader

wc: 357

a/n: Hey anon! I'm sorry this is so late, I'm currently on vacation so it was hard to find time to write this. I couldn't find the right time to write it the way I usually do, so it's in a mix of story and headcanon format.

Angel-

Oh honey, Angel’s losing it. 

Seeing you suffer is already a no in her book, and so she took every step she could to prevent these sort of situations. But this? This was something that she couldn’t stop by killing TALKING to someone. Instead, she had to care for you as much as she possibly could, whilst also managing her job and appearances in public. 

Most people were glad to have the Heartsick Angel disappear for a while, but they didn’t know that the reason for it was Angel trying every solution she could find. Painkillers, doctors, she treated it like you were dying.

The pain itself was terrible. A constant throbbing in your head that leads to dizziness and fatigue, resulting in you napping whenever you could. At some point, you found yourself feeling trapped by your symptoms. How could anything get better? 

That’s when Angel came to remind you that you can get better. With support, with medicine, you could get back to normal with minor effects from the migraines. And that she would be with you every step of the way.

“It’s alright, dear. I don’t mind staying to look after you again.”

Ronin-

Ronin’s struggling.

The last thing he wanted to do was show that he was genuinely worried about you. On the other hand, it was becoming harder and harder to ignore your problem completely. Your constant complaining and bad moods were some of the worst he had ever experienced. 

“Ugh, my head hurts.”

“What do you want me to do about it?”

“Maybe you should act like a halfway decent boyfriend and help me!”

“Nah, no thanks, darlin’.”

He barely dodged the pillow you launched at his head.

Eventually- although he’s still mostly hesitant about it- he’ll grab some medicine for you. He’ll make sure that you’re taking time off of work to take care of yourself as well. You had to admit it. Having Ronin taking care of you felt much better than when he had his typical asshole behavior. 

He made you meals, stayed by your side, and best of all? He didn't come home splattered in blood while he was helping you recover.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to act a little worse. At least then you could see the Devil’s true feelings.

[yeonmuse]

IN WHICH 𖤓 Jay has a chance encounter with the girl that works at the town square music store. While attempting to recruit her for his band he realizes he’s starting to have a thing for her, Unfortunately for him she doesn’t date musicians.

ᥫ᭡ f!reader x Park Jongseong ── 𝒢enre. Uni au. fluff, non idol enha. feats. ot7 [reqs are open] ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁ibrary 🎸

authors notes. This is part of admins University series. This series also has connections to Curtain Call, Can you Hear my heart and other upcoming series, so occasionally characters from said series may appear in this series as well.

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— TRAILER WC 357 words FLUFF|SMAU

“How many times are you going to ask me to join your little band knowing that I’ll continuously tell you no?”

“Until you finally give in and tell me yes.” With a charming smile on his face Jay follows behind yn as she carries a box of old cassettes and vinyls over to the clearance display. Jay had been trying his hardest to convince her to join his band for a week now, each time recieving the same answer from her, a big fat no. Despite her having told him no every time he was determined to get a yes from her though.

“You know I liked you a lot better when you didn’t talk much.” She responds, crouching down at the display to stock up and fill in the empty slots on the cassette shelf.

“You’re seriously not going to even give it a shot? You can’t just act like I didn't see you play or hear you sing.”

“Jay for the last time I’m not joining your band okay? I bid you and them good luck but music is not my thing anymore.”

“You’re going to tell me music isn’t your thing when I watched you sing and play that guitar as if it were your lifeline. No matter how hard you keep trying to deny the fact that you love music you can’t give it up, because it’ll always come back to you. Just give it one shot, come to auditions tonight..and if it feels wrong? Well then I’ll let you leave and we’ll search for someone else”

Yn wanted to once again shoot him down and tell him no. Though her thoughts had been telling her she shouldn’t give in, that she should reject his offer, he wasn’t entirely wrong. Her heart had still been in the music as much as she wanted to deny that she hadn’t let it go. When her fingers met the strings of a guitar or grazed a mic, she had never felt any discomfort.

And that conversation was the exact reason she had ended up there tonight. Six sets of eyes locked onto her as she stood up on stage with her fingers clasped tightly around a microphone, and a guitar sat against her stomach.

[blueaprondelight]

Imagine you and Spencer not knowing how to celebrate your first Valentine's together! He just shows up with roses like "I think this is what I'm supposed to do??"

oh my gosh yes!! hope this is good my love ʚɞ - wc: 357 | nav post - request guidelines

The knock on your front door was unexpected, to say the least.

You'd been getting ready for work that morning, preparing yourself for the FBI office to been decorated with the same string of hearts hanging from pillar to pillar, Penelope spoiling everyone with flowers and wearing her favorite heart patterned dress, forcing you to wear the silly heart headband she adored seeing you in. It was tradition, after all.

But, this year was different. This year, you and Spencer Reid were an official couple. That meant something, apparently, and Valentine's Day was apparently supposed to be different for couples. Which is probably why Spencer was now at your door with roses. Lots of roses.

"Hi." You greet hesitantely after opening the door to say hi to him, when he pulled the roses out from behind his back. "Hi. I texted Garcia since she's the one who told me about couples and Valentine's Day which didn't even start as a celebration of love- actually it started as a celebration of the Feast of Saint Valentine which fell on February 14 after the pope declared it so.." He stops himself. ".. I got you these." He holds the flowers out.

You give a small smile, taking them. "Thank you, Spence, they're.. they're gorgeous." You grab a vase and quickly fill it to water, setting the roses in them and placing it on your dining room table as you grab your bag and a box. "I got you a gift, too. They're not flowers but, I thought of you."

He opens the lid, laughing, holding up a heart tie first then the book: "The History of Valentine's Day."

He smiles, pressing his lips against yours for a quick yet still sweet kiss. "Happy first Valentine's Day." He whispers against your lips. You grin. "Happy first Valentine's Day to you, Spence. You did good." You say softly back, as he laughs again.

He takes your hand in his, waiting for you to close and lock your front door, before he walks with you to the car. "Garcia's really gonna love the tie." He says, making you giggle (which makes him smile).

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[kazumist]

EPISODE 31 ✦ TIRED HANDS

LOVE, MAYBE — A CHILDE SMAU

masterlist / prev ep / next ep / wc: 357.

a smile creeps onto your face when you see childe’s message saying that he was gonna accompany you as you study. 

hearing the familiar sound of the login machine of the library letting out a beep! your head turned to the library’s entrance to see who it was. and just like you guessed, it was ajax walking inside, trying to find you. quickly shifting your focus back to your work, you waited until he would find you. it wouldn't be hard for him anyway.

ajax’s face immediately lightened up as soon as he saw your water bottle sitting next to your chair, with his eyes soon following to you facing back from him. he makes his way to your seat, silently pulling the seat beside you to claim it as his.

you continue focusing, aware of his presence. but ajax thought you were just ignoring him. so he taps on your shoulder, and when you glance at him, he offers a small wave and mouths the word “busy?” as he points at the textbook and papers in front of you. you mouthed him back, silently saying “a bit.” with an apologetic smile tugging on your lips.

time continues on as both you and ajax focus on writing your separate notes. that is, until you hear ajax crack his knuckles on his right hand before shifting his pen to his left. “you’re ambidextrous? i thought you were also right handed this whole time.” you whispered. “did i surprise you?” he whispers back.

but before you could whisper another reply, ajax smoothly slips his now vacant right hand to your empty left hand. and he continues to do his notes as if nothing happened. while you’re there, stunned, looking back and forth from your intertwined hands to ajax’s side profile. 

“you—what are you doing?”

ajax moves his head in your direction with his eyes following right after and flashes you a cheeky smile. “let me have this. my hand was getting tired,” he whispers before returning back to his task.

you both continue to finish your tasks like this, fingers intertwined and ajax completely oblivious to your blushing face.

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[lizardperson]

chess pieces

[on ao3]

fandom: original work rating: g wc: 357 prompt: #fff303 out of the box for @flashfictionfridayofficial

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After dinner, we settle on the couch, and I notice a small wooden box painted with a floral pattern on the coffee table.

"What's this?" I ask, then I see the checkered board underneath it. "Chess set?"

Helena takes a careful sip from her tea cup. "Yes. Belonged to my grandfather. Found it earlier when I was looking for something else."

"May I?" When she nods, I take the box and carefully open it. I examine one of the knights, noting the detail of the intricate carvings. "Wow, these are beautiful."

She takes the black queen out of the box and looks at it fondly. "I learned to play with those."

"How old were you?"

Helena thinks for a second before answering. "Five? Six?"

I raise an eyebrow. "You learned to play chess at five years old." Unbelievable. But on the other hand, not surprising at all. She usually is the smartest person in the room, so that certainly fits her.

"I think my grandfather just didn't know what else to do with a small child," she chuckled.

"Were you close?"

She makes a vague gesture. "I wouldn't call it close. I spent a lot of time there, but he was a very quiet man. So we played, for hours on end." Still looking at the chess piece in her hand, she smiles, reminiscing. "Those are some of my favorite childhood memories, actually."

It's such a rare sight, seeing her like this.

Helena looks up and notices me staring. "What?"

"Pretty sure this is the first time you ever talked about your childhood." Not that I didn't try asking her about it before, but she usually deflects and is very closed off about her past. "And I very much like that," I grin.

"Don't get used to it," she laughs. "Anyway, want to play a round with me? You know the rules?"

I make a face. "Yeah, in theory. But nothing about all the fancy tactics and stuff."

Already setting up the pieces, Helena wiggles her eyebrows at me. "Good, that actually is more fun, makes you less predictable. Don't worry, I'll go easy on you…"

[vinnieswife]

Hi :D, I'm sorry to bother you, but I just found your page and I love it!, so I was thinking of a story of Macgyver.

When the Reader is recruited in Phoenix, and she is as intelligent as Mac, and have similar skills. So Mac is amazed and he starts to feel attracted to her because he have never met a person that understands him.

Idk if I'm asking to much, if so, I'm SO sorry. :c

Btw english isn't my first language I'm from Argentina so I'm sorry if my grammar sucks :'(

OMG I LOVE THIS, it’s so short tho, i’m from Spain no worries amor <3

Angus Macgyver x fem!reader

wc: 357

warnings: none

At Phoenix headquarters, the air is charged with anticipation. You've been recruited for a crucial mission, and as you meticulously review the documents, MacGyver, a seasoned maverick from the agency, enters the room with his characteristic calm yet alert demeanor. “who’s this matilda?”, she smiled looking at him “y/n she will help us with a couple of missions her occurrences match yours so having both on our team will be great”

Your gazes meet, and he, with his ability to read people, immediately recognizes the spark of ingenuity in your eyes. Intrigued, as matilda leaves you two, he approaches you, and you begin exchanging ideas about the upcoming mission. Amid improvised schemes and creative solutions, the spark of a unique connection ignites.

The more they work together, Mac noticed surprising similarities between them: creativity in problem-solving, the ability to improvise, and a passion for exciting challenges.

As time passed, the connection between you and Mac strengthened with each mission successfully tackled together. On a quiet night after a triumphant operation, as you shared experiences in the break room, he couldn't help but express his growing feelings.

“you know y/n, every time we work together, I realize how incredibly compatible we are. Not just professionally, but also... personally."

You, with a knowing smile, nodded, feeling the same connection. “Seriously, have you turned your feelings into a compatibility test between us?" you laughed, his face grew red. “I wouldn’t word it like that but…yeah”

As you shared more moments outside of missions, Mac gathered the courage to take the next step.

"And what if she rejects me, Jack? It'll be catastrophic," Mac was so stressed, but he needed to give it a try.

"Come on, Mac, you know her. We both know she's going to say yes. Be a man and get the girl."

Mac nodded, approaching you after the mission. Your hair was disheveled, and your clothes were dirty, but to him, you were the most polished girl in the world.

"Hey," you looked up. "Oh, hi," you could see he was nervous. "Are you okay?" you asked. "Oh, yeah, don't worry. Um, can I talk to you for a moment?" you nodded and Mac glanced at Jack, who smiled and gave him a thumbs-up.

"How about we celebrate something more than paperwork after this? How about going to dinner with me?" he said, smiling while scratching the back of his neck.

You, surprised but pleased, enthusiastically accepted the invitation.

Suddenly, a shout was heard, "I told you!" and right after that, Jack was hugging both of you.

"Took you long enough huh.”

That night, amid laughter and confidences, you and MacGyver discovered that your connection wasn't just professional; it extended to a romance that flourished with time and shared experiences.

[nebulousbrainsoup]

dancing in the rain with ateez - hyung line

SUMMARY: what it's like to dance in the rain with ateez's hyung line, and how it happens. PAIRING(S): ateez hyung line x gn!reader GENRE: fluff! AU/TROPE INFO: implied idol!au, dancing in the rain, established relationship WORD COUNT: 1.7k WARNINGS: mild language RATING: g A/N: i've had these thoughts rolling around in my head for an absurd amount of time. what better time to get them out than the teezer 5 year anniversary? maknae line coming soon. and a huge shout out to my twinnie @pocketjoong for the beta, mwah. NET PINGS: @wonderlandnet

hongjoong (wc: 422)

it’s a near torrential downpour when the two of you finally emerge from his studio. you were deaf to it in the soundproofed walls of hongjoong’s second home, but in the halls of the kq building, the pounding rain echoes clear as day. his eyes widen and you sigh. 

“we could stay and see if it passes?” your boyfriend suggests, and you roll your eyes.

“joongie, it’s three in the morning. we need to get some sleep tonight. and besides, i told you to bring an umbrella. this is just karma.”

resolutely, you start for the door, and you hear hongjoong groan behind you. his footsteps pick up again a moment later.

“i just don’t want you to get soaked, sweetheart, i—”

you reach the door and turn, quirking an eyebrow and smirking at him. “are you sure you're not more worried about your hair?” you tease, reaching up to ruffle the freshly dyed shock of blue.

he rolled his eyes  and batted your hand away, pink tinting his ears. "that, too."

grinning, you take his hand. before he can react, you yank him through the doors and onto the sidewalk. your laughter and the roar of the sheets of rain are not enough to drown out his squawk of protest as you're both doused. 

when you turn to face him, there's an exasperated grin on his face. he tugs you back to him, your own surprised shout leaving you as you collide with his firm chest. 

his arms lace around your waist as your hands settle on his shoulders, and he slowly starts to sway to whatever tune is playing in his head. a soft smile overtakes your features and you reach a hand up, carding your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. 

you both sigh as your lips meet and you melt into each other, the rain muffling the sounds of the city and wrapping you up in your own little world.

you're still swaying when you part, eyes closed as you press into each other, fighting off the chill sinking into your bones with each other's body heat. 

hongjoong pulls back when a shiver lights down your spine, and you reluctantly let your hand drop back to his shoulder. 

a shock of color catches your eye before you can meet his adoring gaze, and you bark a laugh at the pale blue tinting your fingertips and under your nails.

“maybe you were right about your hair,” you hummed, waving your stained hand between you.

“karma.”

seonghwa (wc: 357)

you’re on a quiet stroll through your favorite park, one hand wrapped around your favorite drink and the other laced with seonghwa’s. clouds have hung in the air all morning, the smell of petrichor lingering in the air. but they’ve been there for longer than just today, so neither of you are particularly worried about it.

until, that is, you feel seonghwa startle next to you. he looks up with a furrowed brow, patting the top of his silky hair. 

you tilt your head at him, curious and questioning. “what’s the matter?”

he frowns, reaching an open palm out and shaking his head. “nothing, i guess. i thought i felt rain.”

you frown, reaching out a hand and looking up. nothing. still, you turn your attention back to your boyfriend. “we can head back home, if you’d prefer.”

to your surprise and delight, he huffed a sigh and pouted, shaking his head and tugging you back along the path you had been following before. “no. i’m enjoying this too much.”

it only takes a few minutes before you’re both regretting that suggestion, diving for cover underneath the branches of the trees around you as the rain starts to patter to the ground.

you’re both laughing as you run a hand through your hair. “maybe we should have gone,” you sigh, blinking up at him.

seonghwa hums thoughtfully, a soft smile playing at his lips. “or maybe it’s a good thing we stayed.” 

he stepped toward you, one strong arm wrapping around your waist. he pulls you into his chest and you can feel the warmth radiating from him as you offer him a confused smile, resting your open hand and your near-empty drink on his shoulder.

slowly, he steps back out into the rain, giving you ample time to protest before you’re getting doused too. for a moment, you flinch, but as he starts to sway, you relax in his arms again. 

sighing, you match his rhythm and press your lips against his own. “maybe it is a good thing we stayed.” 

your hopeless romantic of a boyfriend beams, pulling you closer and kissing you once again.

yunho (wc: 409)

you’ve found yourself like this countless times, leaning back against yunho’s warm chest as you both watch the rain fall in curtains against the window. for as long as you’ve been together, rainy days have been for curling up together and keeping dry, but today a certain romanticism tugs at your heartstrings.

“what are you thinking?” he murmurs against your temple, ever-aware of the smallest shifts in your mood.

“just being wistful and dreamy again,” you sigh, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. “nothing bad, i promise.”

“okay,” he sighs, a curious lilt in his voice. “then what is it?”

“thinking about dancing in the rain, like we’re in a music video or something.” 

you saw him brighten in the reflection, his sunshiney grin warming your heart. “let’s go, then. let’s do it.” 

you turn in his arms, blinking back at him in confusion. “are you… are you serious? we don’t have to; it’s just one of those dumb little romantic tropes—”

he nods eagerly, releasing his hold around you to take your hand instead, tugging you toward your front door. you follow him in a bit of a daze, a disbelieving smile plastered on your face.

he barely stops to grab your keys and doesn’t give you time to put your shoes on before he��s dragging you out front and into the grass. you squeak at the chill, startled, but follow him as he tugs on your hand, spinning you back into his arms.

the look in his eyes is one you can only describe as “pure adoration” as your open hand lands firm on his shoulder, and he hums softly as he sways with you.

“is it everything you thought it would be?” he teases, eyes twinkling down at you.

“all that and more, yuyu,” you giggle, leaning up to catch his lips in a chaste kiss.

a flash of mischief glints behind his eye, and before you can process the movement, he’s dipping you back toward the ground and locking your lips, kissing you deeper than he had all night.

he swallows the gasp that leaves you and you melt into him, finding yourself completely breathless as he pulls you back up to your feet.

“so much more,” you sigh, giggling against his lips as you trade smaller, sweeter kisses, completely lost in each other as you sway to nothing but the sound of your own breaths and the water falling around you.

yeosang (wc: 527)

“how are you entirely out of batteries?” you groan, flopping back against your boyfriend’s bed. “you’re a gamer, aren’t you supposed to be well-stoked in these things?”

somewhere on the other side of the bedroom, you hear him grunt, huffing an annoyed sigh as you realize the sound was likely accompanied by a noncommittal shrug. “most of my stuff is rechargeable or hardwired. and if i need a flashlight, i usually use my phone.”

“well, maybe you shouldn’t have let it die, then!”

“like you’re any better. i saw you playing pocket camp until yours died, too.”

he’s right and you know it, so you don’t press the issue any further. you can already feel boredom sinking under your skin, though, and you breathe another sigh. outside, lightning flashes and thunder rolls, briefly silhouetting your boyfriend against the window.

“it looks like the convenience store on the corner has power. we could go grab snacks and batteries, then come back and play board games? or maybe the power will be back on by then.”

you join him, huffing an annoyed sigh as he’s proven right. “so the shady corner store has a backup generator and your top-of-the-line dorm doesn’t?”

“there are more fridges in there.” you shudder at the thought of his own fridge. “c’mon, let’s beat the rush, just in case.”

it isn’t until the front door of the building clicks shut behind you, the familiar electronic buzz of the door’s lock glaringly missing that you realize your mistake, “yeo, we can’t card in.” 

he stops in his tracks, blinking with his head half-turned to face you. “shit, you’re right.”

heart dropping, you reach for the door handle, groaning when it doesn’t budge. you try again, tugging harder and harder, panic rising in your throat—

until a warm hand envelopes your own, gently prying your fingers from the metal before pressing a kiss to the tip of each one. you look up at your boyfriend, an apologetic smile on his face, and let yourself slump against him. he hums quietly, the low rumble entwining in his chest with the beating of his heart, and you feel the tension slowly drain from your body as he rocks you gently from side to side. 

“we can still go get snacks, if you want,” he murmurs after a time. “then we can just… hang out until the power’s back on.” 

“not like we have much choice,” you grumble, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

he hums once in affirmation before picking his tune up again, shifting in a small circle as he sways with you. you feel his sigh more than you hear it, his lungs expanding for a moment before he lets his eyes slide closed.

“besides, isn’t dancing in the rain with the love of your life supposed to be romantic?”

you’re silent for too long, and when he opens his eyes, he’s relieved to find you grinning up at him, all wide-eyed innocence. “am i the love of your life, sangie?” 

his eyes go wide, cheeks and ears blossoming pink as he realizes what he said. well, there was no going back now.

“yes. you are.” 

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[magicalbuttertarts]

AEW Masterlist

Christmas 2024

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: use of his first name Michael.

WC: 357

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Christmas light divider made by: @strangergraphics

You were just waking up, your eyes barely opened as he layed his arm over you stomach and pulled you flushed against his chest.

Michael burying his nose into your hair, as you two laid together in the warmth of your shared bed.

It was just the two of you for a few hours, until your families started to arrive to exchange gifts and eat dinner.

You drifted off back to sleep, not even realising it until your alarm that you set as a just-in-case went off, playing some form of jingle bells.

Michael groaned next to ear as you stretched as best as you could, as you were still wrapped up in his arms.

"Time to get up sweetheart." You said to him, trying to pry his fingers apart.

"Just five more minutes." He groaned.

"We have already stayed in bed long enough. Got to get up and start the day."

You heard him mumble under his breath, finally letting you go.

"Let's go and open our gifts we got for eachother."

That seemed to wake him up.

He ran out of your bedroom and down the stairs, you hoping he doesn't fall and injury himself.

"That seems to be it." You said as you looked to see if there was any more gifts for just him and you."

"There is one more." Michael said from behind you.

You turned around, gasping at the necklace that he was holding up.

"I remember you looking at it when we were there last." He said to you as you turned around, placing it on you and making sure it was clipped closed.

Michael moved your hair to the side, as you looked in the mirror that was hanging above your fireplace.

He trailed his finger down your neck, making you shiver.

He leaned in and kissed your neck, finding that spot that makes you always cave into whatever he wants.

"We have plenty of time until the famiy comes." Michael said to you.

"Okay." Was all you needed to say before he was lifting you over his shoulder and taking you to your bedroom once more.

♥︎

Willow Nightingale

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