#which is why i didnt mess around too much with the sneak peak like i usually do

[marblerose-rue]

sneak peak ^_^

[msmarvelwrites]

The Winter Ghost - Part 13

Info: A Devastating car crash causes you to lose your memory and start over. The only thing left in the wreckage was the horrific nightmares which plagued your mind. If you knew what today would entail you would have just stayed in bed. But you didn’t and because of that, everything you knew was about to change.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, some smutty thoughts... 

w/c: 2.2k

A/N: Lucky number 13! I’m honestly so caught off gaurd by all the love Ive been receiving on The Winter Ghost. I see all your late night binge sessions and I am SO immensely greatful for your interest. When I first started writing this I didnt really think anything of it, but youve all lit a fire under my ass and for that, I thank you! So please, enjoy and reblog and like if you feel so inclined. 

His hot breath fanned across your face, sending you into a frenzy like state you had never known before. Heavy breathing, mostly on your part as he placed excruciatingly slow kisses across your jaw. You needed him. More than you’d ever needed anything in your life. It made you sick. 

“Are you afraid?” He asked in a low seductive voice. Swiftly he wrapped his metal fingers around your throat, applying enough pressure to make you gasp. You clawed at his chest, drunk on his murderous touch. You wanted him to make you hurt as bad as your heart did. You couldn't possibly hate a person more than you hated yourself right now. 

“Answer my question.” He shouted, sending a ripple of ecstasy through your body. 

“No. I could never,” You gasped, choking as the walls of your throat began to collapse. 

“Liar.” He sneered. 

You let out an involuntary moan. 

“You good, Y/n?” Sam asked, sitting next to you on the couch as he, Nat, Wanda and Shuri all ate breakfast around the kitchen island. Your hand was lightly wrapped around your neck where Bucky’s was just a moment ago. 

“Yeah, fine.” You squeeked.

But you weren't. You hadn’t been since that morning in the hallway with Bucky. You could still feel the sting he had left behind from his touch. What was wrong with you? You couldn't even begin to unpack that question. Psychiatric help would be a start, though. 

After your memory had returned, the nightmares seemed to subside, only to be replaced with the image of Bucky, devoid of all emotion, seething in rage at your quips. By the third night, you would have gladly have traded, knowing that this was so much worse. 

You couldn't keep excusing your vile thoughts as his fault. They weren't, not entirely. You were the one waking up a needy mess every morning.

“Hey.” Bucky's husky voice filled your senses causing you to stiffen at the sound. The team around you said their hello’s while you tried to refrain from gawking. You had done your very best to avoid him as much as you could, but there were only so many places to hide. Whenever you bumped into each other he would keep his head down and you would run in either direction.

“Steve’s on his way back today. He left to meet Vision and gather intel on an active Hydra base located somewhere on the border of Germany.” Wanda’s eyes lit up at the mention of the name. This must be the famous Android she's always gushing about.  

“Pack up… We ship out first thing tomorrow morning.” Bucky declared, peaking your interest. It had been way too long since you had been back in the field, this was amazing. You could feel the excitement bubbling out of your chest vanish when Bucky’s eyes glanced at you. 

“Y/n, you can uh, keep Shuri company while we're away.” You blinked at him, unsure if you had heard him correctly. 

“No fucking way.” You scoffed. You were not missing out on this opportunity to give Hydra a taste of their own ‘serum’, so to speak. 

‘Captain's orders.” He deadpanned, averting his gaze to the ceiling. You stared at him, lost for words with needy eyes. He’d never tell you, but it terrified him when you looked like that. Small, fragile, though he knew better. He would kill himself before he tainted you. But that didn't make the idea any less intriguing.

“And since when do you listen to Captain's orders?” Nat spoke up before you even got the chance. You nodded violently, looking back to Bucky who only sighed. 

“You know very well why she can't go.” He muttered, fighting tooth and nail not to look at you again. You could sense his uncomfortability but you couldn't look away. 

“She’s not going, then I’m not going.” Wanda sulked. 

“Me too.” Sam mocked her tone. “Seriously, Buck. She’s a tank, we could use her.” He finished, more serious this time. 

Bucky huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his flesh fingers. “You gotta take that up with Steve. He and I aren't really on the best of terms right now.” He spoke, annoyance dripping from the last sentence. 

“Easy, I’ll take care of it.” Nat said to Bucky, but she sent a wink at you. 

You were so excited you almost leaped from your seat. You couldn't wait to blow some shit up!

……………………………………….

The next morning you woke up extra early, just to get a jump on everything. Nat had fought with Steve all last night, but eventually he conceded on the sheer fact that if you were there, it would mean double the Wanda power. This was a big base, one he had known of for quite some time now, but it required extra attention. They had been working on recreating your serum, but so far to no avail. You knew exactly where they were going wrong of course. But Steve explained they had been testing it out of Hydra members. The lucky few who survived may not have your powers, but they were still strong. He’d need all the help he could get.

After you were packed you dragged your duffle to Shuri’s lab. She had been working on a few new weapons she wanted you to pack. Just in case, she said. You got there in no time flat, literally vibrating with excitement. 

“You're sure about this?” She asked. 

“Absolutely.” You beamed. She signed, and handed you a small ring. 

“What's this?” You asked, holding the small band in your fingers. 

“It’s a beacon. It will help you hold onto your borrowed energies for longer. It’s like a mini you, only better.” She paused, “Speaking of, are you going to tell me what's in that serum of yours or am I just going to have to keep guessing?”

“I think it’s better kept unsaid. That thing had already caused enough problems. No one should be burdened with it.”

“Maybe so.” She signed.

“Thank you Shuri. For everything.” You half heartedly smiled but before you could leave her arms were around you, pulling you into a hug. You sucked in a breath and tapped her on the back in reciprocation. Physically affection was never something you were good at showing, try as you may. 

When you finally pulled away she sent you a soft smile, and wished you good luck on the mission before you headed out the door. 

……………………..

“Nice of you to grace us with your presence.” Steve muttered, when you finally got to the jet when the rest of the team was loading up.

“It is, isn't it?” You spoke sweetly, throwing your duffle onto the jet. You still weren't really sure where you stood with Steve. Of course you knew of the famous Captain America, even if you didn't remember a few weeks ago. But never did you imagine he would be such a class act dick. Or maybe he was just that way with you? The idea made you smirk, knowing you were the only one to really piss off the Captain was honestly the highest form of flattery. 

You boarded the jet and noticed the rest if the team already suited up. The tactical gear Shuri had made you was tight, and Natasha was living proof of that. I mean, it wasn't fair she had the body of a trained ballerina and New York supermodel. The woman was easily the most beautiful woman you had ever seen while your gear clung to you in all the least flattering ways. 

You quickly shook off the self doubt. It didn't matter how you looked, you were here to kick some ass. 

Well, not exactly. 

That morning Steve had announced that while the rest of the team ‘kicked ass’ you and the Soviet spy would sneak into their mainframe and collect the data of whatever new evil scheme Hydra was working on. 

Though you weren't thrilled to be stuck on recon duty, it was better than nothing. Besides, you were just a little rusty. Though Nat and Sam kept you busy and Wanda had taught you all her tricks, you weren't sure that if it came down to it you'd be able to pull the trigger. 

Better safe than sorry. 

“Are you nervous?” Bucky spoke under his breath, his voice deep and rough. You shivered at the sound. You hadn't realised until this moment that he was seated directly behind you. 

“Are you?” You asked. You tried to add some bite to your words, but they left your lips softly. The tone seemed to surprise Bucky as much as it did you as he half expected to to tear his head off again.

“Sometimes. But, not now.”

“Oh yeah?” Words betraying you once again. 

Ignore him. 

Stop talking to him. 

Stop. Talking. 

Bucky's tongue slipped from between his lips, tugging on his bottom one slowly and effectively knocking you back from your annoying thought and to the glorious man sitting behind you. 

“Yeah. Got this new girl on our side. She’s a totally badass. I know she’ll watch my six.” He shrugged causing a small smile to pull at the corner of your mouth. 

“How do you know she won't just leave you for dead?” She asked, playing along. Part of you, however, was just a little curious. Part of you wanted to ask yourself the same question. In a second, would you protect the man who murdered Tommy? Honestly you weren't really sure. 

“Just a feeling.” He spoke so casually. So sure, you wanted to believe him. It would be easy enough to feed him to Hydra, but you and him both knew you wouldn't have the stomach for it. 

“Huh. You sound pretty confident in that.” You sneered sarcastically.

He just gave you a small shrug, leaning back into his seat and pulling his bluetooth earbuds out of his back pocket. He offered one to you casually. Before you could protest your arm shot out and took it, placing it in your right ear. 

“I like to listen to music before a mission. It calms me.” He suggested, opening his phone, scrolling through his songs before the intro to Highway to Hell began playing. 

A grin spread across your face “I love this song!” You beamed. 

“I know. I remember you telling me something about spending an entire year listening to AC/DC cause’ your dad loved their music. I downloaded a few of their albums after that. Not exactly what I’m used to, but definitely good ass kicking music.” He nodded. 

That stopped you dead in your tracks. You couldn't help the smile that faded quickly from your lips at his words. You were, to say the least, shocked. You must have mentioned your love for the band at some point, but honestly couldn't for the life of you remember when.  

But he did. And he listened to it because you liked them. 

“Huh.” You repeated, turning back around and trying to suppress the butterflies that began erupting out of your stomach. You could hear Bucky behind you drumming his hands on his thighs along to the song. You couldn't help but giggle at how offbeat he was.

“Take off in five minutes. Everyone ready?” Nat spoke through your coms. Everyone gave a thumb up as the jets engine whirled on, vibrating through the aircraft.

You listened carefully as your song faded away and the next one took its place. 

Do I wanna know? If this feeling flows both ways?

You could physically feel Bucky’s mood shift behind you. The Super Soldier serum granting you access to his quickened heart beat and the lyrics mirrored the every present emotions you had been feeling this week.

Sad to see you go. Was sorta’ hopin’ that you’d stay. 

You let your mind wander as you listened to Bucky hum along quietly to the song, low and soft. The sound sending chills down your spine as the memory of your dreams from the past few nights replayed over in your mind. 

Baby, we both know. That the nights were mainly made For sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day.

Bucky’s lips trailed along your swollen throat, the feeling of pleasure over bruises he had left behind caused you to moan in ecstasy. The way he kissed you, not like before. This time full of lust and something dark. His hands dipped under your shirt, the feeling of hot and cold sending you over the edge as your eyes rolled back in your head. You wanted nothing more than for him to throw you against a wall, any wall and tear you limb from limb.

“I like this song too.” Bucky’s breath fanned across the back of your ear, rocketing you back to the Jet that was beginning to take off. You looked around the small space, praying that Bucky was the only one to notice your breath hitch in the back of your throat. 

Any reminisce of the idea that you had to stay away from Bucky shattered into a million pieces. The hate, still ever present, but you knew damn well that would be the best part. It only fueled your desire. He was going to be the death of you.

Or even better, you'd be the death of him...

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A/N: Gah! Thank you for reading! And thank you to @cutie1365​ for being the best hype woman/ editor around lol. Leave a like or reblog if you wanna show some love. I hope yall’ are having a great week! 

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[faunusrights]

OFFAL HUNT REMASTERED LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 17

IN THIS EPISODE OF CRYING CAT GALLERY:

“Nice?” Cinder laughed under her breath once, and returned to examining her threads. “Oh, come on, Glynda. Favor isn’t in my vocabulary, remember? It’s just a shame about your cape. The emblem looked good, and your new outfit would look much better with it. That’s all.”

CINDER FALL IS REALLY BAD AT NOT BEING GAY ON MAIN

we’re bacc baby B) let’s hop right in

When Glynda awoke from her dream of being consumed,

alright calm down we’ve literally JUST started we’ve literally JUST woken up can we chill Out,

“Cinder?” she yawned, surveying the room.

sneak peek of that Sweet Domestic Life we dream of once this enemies-to-lovers malarkey reaches the ‘lovers’ bit but no we’re just surrounded by enemies. two of them being the writers!

Still, she couldn’t go wandering around Cinder’s apartment in only her underwear, but rooting through the drawers and closet didn’t seem— 

STEAL HER CLOTHES BABY!!!! PRACTICALLY MARRIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The clothes didn’t seem Cinder’s size or style; they were casual and soft, a black t-shirt and steel-gray sweatpants.

okay but the idea of cinder getting up and being like ‘do i have ANYTHING this Unit of a woman will fit into’ and like actually having to think abt it and then folding em up and leaving em there like ‘hope she finds em okay’????? peak. absolutely peak. shes so gay but does she know it? no,

The fabric had enough give to make it work, even if only barely, and she looked in the mirror to see the loungewear looking more like tight athletic wear. Funny that.

kc and diesel envisioning this: oh yes. oh YES. ohhohughohguhghuhu yessssssssss--

She had—trusted? Been trusted? She had told Cinder fragile little things, and had heard similarly earnest words in return. It had been strange. Nice.

i love glynda like. feeling out of the edges of her own comfort and Pleasant Feelings with this almost-wariness? like every word she uses to describe it just Edges a little closer to Softness but she has to taste the word first to see if it fits. her narration is SO fun 2 read yall what the shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit

This was Cinder’s house. It wasn’t just any house. These were Cinder’s belongings, Cinder’s resting places, and she was wandering around without Cinder.

Voyeuristic was putting it mildly. Glynda needed to find Cinder, fast.

HJGDKJGHDFSSDF GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! glynda just. losing it at such LITTLE THINGS is so goddamn funny jesus christ. this is cinders house!!! her THINGS!!! fuck she NAPS IN HERE. SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

god i love how soft this is. i know exactly why this is happening and i know exactly how [REDACTED], but i’m living for this moment. living IN it.

Spread out on the table was a wanted poster with a mugshot of Cinder on it, defaced with black permanent marker and crease marks.

cinder: yeah they didnt get the eyebrows sharp enough and im mad abt it

“Well, your clothes are in the wash.” Cinder said, turning around, coffee in hand. It was so…domestic. “It would help if you had more than one set.”

shouting from a distance: you two should get MARRIED

“You’ve been wearing the same dress the entire time I’ve known you.”

look at these lil JABS... the JESTS... the JOQUES... i cant believe theyve been married 10 years already. im also deeply enjoying how very indulgent this section is. I Am Seeing,

Glynda scoffed, and when Cinder reached for the sugar on the counter, she gave it a subtle nudge with her Semblance. It slid out of Cinder’s reach.

JESUS CHRIST LOOK AT THIS WHAT THE HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! soulmates.

Cinder shrugged, still looking elsewhere. “Mercury thought it was funny.”

“Mercury?”

cinder: my son and BOY. and, one day, yr son and boy, tho he won’t take it lying down.

Cinder scoffed. “You just don’t appreciate my good tastes.”

i feel like the evidence is truly stacking up to very much prove this statement wrong but u kno what lets let her figure that one out for herself

“A souvenir from the brats,” she said. “And a letter excusing the mess they made of the place.”

KIDS KIDS KIDS KIDS

She said, “I just didn’t know you had kids.”

KIDS KIDS KIDS KIDS KIDS

“It’s fine,” said Cinder tersely, but not harshly. “It isn’t wise to advertise in my business, so keep it to yourself.”

KIDS KIDS KIDS KIDS KIDS KIDS KIDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GOD YES that little like... indirect admittance that em and merc r basically her own kids is a fucking BLESSING from ON HIGH are you SEEING THIS SHIT????????????? we have been fed today. my crops r watered and my lambs bouncing over the green fields as we feast. what a moment. wow. what a chapter.

When Cinder finally finished hers and rose to get another cup, Glynda allowed some of her thoughts to solidify. She said, “I want new clothes.”

as a side note, i think it rly shows the strength of the writing that the feeling of the narrative can change so much, esp when u take into consideration that we jump between the points of view of TWO characters? like with cinder we’ve gone from sheer fury to gruesome sickness, and with glynda we’ve gone from Complete Dissociation to this gentle and soft morning and you can feel it absolutely fluffing up in every word! still love how good the writing in this fic is its NUTS

Cinder shrugged. Her usual clothes were still in the wash; right now, she was wearing high-waisted black pants and a loose top tucked in.

diesel i want you to know im thinking abt what u said abt the high-waisted pants mods in sims 4 and im giggling

The necklace with Glynda’s earring hung from her throat.

i didnt mention it before but this is the... second time this chapter its been explicitly mentioned? and i know we could be like ‘ah the MEANING’ but honestly im like glynda r u rly not over the bobbies y

“You aren’t dead in there, are you?” came Cinder’s voice.

“No.”

“Well. At this pace, I will be before we get out of here.”

cinder, who probably once spent 7+ hours choosing an outfit: look its only cool if i do it, dipshit,

Unsnapping the lone earring left to her, she brought it to her collar and fixed it there, under the clasped button to dangle just over her sternum.

When she stepped out of the changing room, Cinder looked up. A slow dawn of interest eclipsed the boredom on her face. Glynda stood very still as her gaze flowed up and down again, pausing over the earring.

Cinder touched the matching one hanging from her own neck, almost in surprise. She cleared her throat. Her tone was very deliberately mocking: “Cute.”

OOOOOOOOOOOH MY GOD are we for SERIOUS right now??? jesus christ. jesus christ. we’ve moved on past married now this is ride-or-die shit right here what the FUCK. jesus CHRIST. theres- i- i have THOUGHTS on this matter that are spoilery and so i will SIT ON THIS EGG but HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLY SHIT

“Nothing,” Cinder said, smoothing her expression into something unreadable. “I was just thinking—nevermind.” 

no, no, go on, speak yr mind, please do, because if u were abt to offer to embroider that shit then PLEASE say it aloud for the audience at home

“If I was a cop, you’d already be in jail.”

“You’re welcome to try to take me in, darling.”

im sure its obvious but im BESIDE myself @ this flirting. im losing it. this is SUCH a treat and i KNOW that [REDACTED] [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] but AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

“That’s because of your—” Cinder was already gone. Glynda pressed her lips together, but watched her go. Rolling her eyes, she finished, “—Grimm tattoos.”

Whatever. She could gloat about figuring it out later.

/CHOKES

WHAT

@kc and diesel: CALL ME RIGHT NOW WHAT THE FUCK

okay okay. wait. okay. wait. theres. wait. okay. i cant. am i safe to say anything. probably not. so. im not gonna. but. you WILL be seeing me in dms, friends,

okay okay im moving on im gonna. keep going. okay. okay. im going. (but i will be in dms)

there was a brief discussion of dinner: namely, that neither of them wanted to make it.

oh god why is this me

“Give me your new cape.”

“What?”

Finally looking up, Cinder said, “Your cape. Let me have it, and I’ll put your emblem on it.”

THANK YOU MA’AM AND THANK YOU FOR READING THE FIC HAS ENDED ITS ALL OVER WITH!!!!!! WE DID IT!!!!!!! WE RODE THIS WHOLE TRAIN TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!!!!! UNFORTUNATELY IF ONLY IT WERE SO EASY.

Glynda ignored it for the time being and sent the vector of her emblem to Cinder.

i deeply love the idea of all hunters and huntresses carrying a vector of their emblem JUST IN CASE,,, SMTHNG HAPPENS,,, its right alongside the list of their next of kin and their will and testament,

Cinder Fall was a name built on Dust and money and extravagant demonstrations.

But Cinder Fall was also a woman with a family. A home. A favorite blend of coffee.

this is absolutely kicking me in the dick for reasons i cant say but also for reasons of SNOFT because oh my god. this is. like. this is why i rly vibe w. cinder in this fic and is also like one of my favourite characterisations of cinder of ALL TIME (which is why all my fav cinder fics typically have it as a Theme). shes SO good and SO dimensional and i just. god. GOD. i LOVE HER!!!!!!!!! ID DIE FOR HER!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAA CINDER FALL IS MY ANGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL

It felt like being told a secret, like being told a thousand secrets, and not knowing what to do with them. All she could do was hold them in her palms, delicate as she could, trying not to break anything.

GIMME ARMS TO PRAY WITH INSTEAD OF ONES THAT HOLD TOO TIGHTLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! /goes apeshit

And because of that, Glynda asked, “Do you have any more stories?”

Without looking up, Cinder drawled, “About Witches?”

“Or dragons.”

Gold flickered her way.

👈😳👈

“They’d already been built by the Witches that came before her,” Cinder replied. “But she’d been a headmaster at one of them, and a teacher before that.”

Something in Glynda’s chest gleamed.

lore lore lore lore LORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lets GET THAT LORE as i peer blearily thru tears,

“...You haven’t just been pretending not to remember things, have you?”

firstly: called out lmao JHGSDFKJHGFSD and SECONDLY:

“The moon?” Cinder made a face. “I’m not sure if it’s that literal. Your soul is powerful, but it’s not a physical thing. Besides, the moon is…”

“Broken,” Glynda finished for her.

“Yeah.”

hm what a fascinating thing hm how interesting hm hm HMMMM 👈🤔👈

Even as they ate, they both seemed lost in their own heads, but somehow, to Glynda, it seemed perfectly clear that both of them were wondering the same thing.

wait glynda. hey glynda. did u uh. ever. did u uh. text winter back or w

WE DID IT CHAPTER 17!!!!!!!!!!! this was a Lot (4,500 words? yall better be careful before those 10k chapters return to Haunt Us) and was also, a Lot. holy shit. theres. i. id make a spoiler edition but tbh its just the SAME SPOILER thats like. rly driving this chapter. i know what its for. i know it. i feel it. dont trust winter more like dont trust the writers

ANYWAY I LOOK FORWARD (?) EAGERLY (???) to chapter 18, unsure when the vibes will turn rancid for the worse. when. honey. theres a big storm coming.

[pinkhoodiemark]

My experience at my first got7 concert;

Part 2: how did I GET THIS OPPURTUNITY???!?

Ok so omg before the disaster all commenced in the first part (if you read it) this miraculous gift bestowed upon me and it was so amazing.

So I met a few other people in the P1 line and they were cool and chill and we ended up hanging out the whole 10 hours we were in line. At some points we'd just walk around to stretch out our legs and whatnot. But then through the walls you could slightly here got7 soundchecking.

SO out of curiosity we approached the doors that youd enter into the actual venue to get a closer listen to what the actual song was (it was hard carry remix) and we freaked out whatever. But we just back up a little from the doors and just chilled around there just kind of on our phones/chitchatting whatever for like 20 minutes or so. Also lemme just say There wasnt a lot of people around this area. Then we see this dude approaching the doors we were listening to got7 from and then open the door then like pointed at my group and wiggled his finger in a "come here" motion. We were like so confused but we approached him anyway. Then he just like LET US INTO THE VENUE???

We were beyond confused. Like who is this guy. Whyd he let us in? Is he gonna kidnap us? WhAT???

And then hes like "I work for the venue, Im going to let you into their sound check. No screaming. No clapping. And no taking photos/videos"

My group starts FLIPPING OUT LIKE WHY US THIS IS AMAZING WTFFFFFGGFF

but we quickly calmed down and we went into the arena. It was dark and we had to hide behind these stairs and peak above them to watch them because this dude technically sneaked us in.

Then all of the sudden i hear this voice SINGING. It wasnt angel-voice youngjae, it wasnt leader im jaebum. IT WAS FUCKING MARK JUST SINGING. IT WAS SO SWEET AND SOFT AND CUTE OMG. Then i just here soft talking in korean and it was youngjae. Ok its still dark so i only see like sillouetes of them from like a far distance so i cant make out whos where and there was also like got7s tour crew too.

Suddenly a big spot light comes down (they were testing lighting) and it was right on mark right in the center. He had no makeup on and he was wearing on of those tank tops with the large arm holes and basketball shorts. At this point the boys were just chatting whatever into mics and slightly messing around to test the mics and positions for lighting.

This went on for a little while but they werent starting any songs (which i was really eager to see). They just kept messing about a little. Mark did like a small whip. Yugyeom was dancing really weirdly. Youngjae was squatting down. Jaebum was humming into the mic. Jinyoung and jackson were kinda off the side of the stage so i couldnt see them too well. And bambam came from the side of the stage toward yugyeom to chat with him. During this entire time the camera kept focusing at each member and displayed on the big screen (again probably just testing angles) and each member didnt have any makeup on. They looked beautiful

Oh also! What the other members were wearing:

Jackson: all black with a base ball cap, jinyoung: all black as well black hoodie that he kept putting up and down, Yugyeom: ALSO all black black tshirt tucked into clack skinny jeans, Youngjae: white with red striped windbreaker (you see in airport photos), bambam: think he was wearingblack skinny jeans with a dark blue long sleeve shirt, JB: i dont remember! Im so sorry

Then right when i thought we were going to be sent out of the arena to go back in line, loud music starts playing and got7 starts to rehearse. First was hardcarry and they start right from marks verse. After that they did a bit of skyway. THEN they started doing full songs. They did paradise, my home, and out.

The cool thing was when i saw this i figured out the layout of how Pit 2 (my area) looked like. And then i figured out the best place to stand to get a close and good view of the boys. So once i actually got into the arena at concert time there was a specific spot i aimed for (spoiler alert; i got that spot lol).

Okay back to got7, in between songs got7 would always make like weird noises or like mess around like mark would go "YAAAAAS" or theyd do the whole like *whispers names like 'defsoul' into the mic when songs begin*. I was so in love with this because there of course wasnt supposed to be any fans to witness this. That means that they do this shit on there own. So when you see them being weird on their tv shows or on variety that truly is there true selves. Like i knew that already but this was like PURE evidence that its true.

It was also super funny to watch them half ass doing the choreography. Like in paradise in that spinny jumpy part, jinyoung just kinda slowly spun around with like the straightest face.

Its so hard to put everything that i saw into words. I feel like i sound like im making this up because i couldnt take photos or videos. But IT HAPPENED. IT VERY MUCH HAPPENED. I was shaking the entire time. Everytime they finished a song we did clapping motions but didnt actually and were freaking out.

Im so thankful for that guy who let us in. It seemed like a random act of kindness but i just cant believe that it was ME who got to see that. Okay thank you for listening to this. Of course the third part is going to be about the actual concert BUT so much happened so like im probably just going to post the videos i took 😀😀

Bless up at the man who let us in again 🙏🙏🙏🙏

[andremarcusburky]

Schrodinger's cat - W.N

A/N: 1. what does intently mean 2. did I use it right 3. did I use the word decisive right 4. im sorry

Plot: So Y/N and Willy are like best friends who are secretly in love (everyone else knows obviously) and eventually Willy makes the move

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His right hand went through your hair to mess it up as he greeted you. It was a thing the two of you did. You had made fun of him for fixing his hair all the time and eventually that turned into you trying to mess it up, which then led to him trying to get back at you. Now it basically meant that none of you could have nice hair around each other.

You jumped as you tried to ruffle his hair back, catching just one side of his head as he managed to dodge most of your attacks. William laughed with a bright smile on his face. He always smiled around you, it was impossible not to. This was why his teammates often teased him, trying to get some new intel. It was pretty clear to them that he was head over heals, yet he never acted on it. You were friends, friends in love of course, but just friends.

“Lets go” he said and wrapped his arm around your shoulder playfully. You’d been watching his practise and now it was time to go have one of your infamous movie-nights.

Once in his car, you delighted him with some of your amazing DJ-ing, Backstreet Boys playing loudly as you sang along. William joined in eventually, giving you a sneak peak of his next cover album. He was real pretty, and a great hockey player, but god that boy cannot sing for shit. You laughed when he exaggerated his movements and gently grabbed your face as he stared into your eyes at a red light. “As long as you love me, baby!”

Even now, in the silliest of moments, just the act of looking into each others eyes made your heart drop and your breathing heavy. Only William had this effect on you. The light turned from red to green and his focus went back to the road. “You know Schrodinger’s cat, right?” he asked.

“Yeah?” his eyes didnt leave the road as he spoke, looking slightly distant. Williams mind was clearly elsewhere, yet it felt like you were somehow elsewhere with him. “I've been thinking about that a lot lately” he said. A laugh escaped your lips at his slightly odd statement. “Okay?”

“Dont laugh” he turned to you with a small grin, once again looking into your eyes for just a second too long before turning back to the road. “Just like.. you know the box and everything. The cat in the box. How you can’t know if its alive until you make the move and open the box”

Make the move. Part of you wished intently that maybe he was talking about the two of you, another part dismissed the idea quicker than William can make a turn on the ice. You stayed quiet, letting him take his time to use his words.

“But making the move is scary, you know? Will you regret making it? Will you regret not making it?” you were genuinely intrigued now. “What is the move, exactly?” you asked, turning to him. His expression was hard and determined, eyebrows scrunched together. He stopped at another red light and turned to you, eyes immediately softening. He looked nervous.

“I dont know” he said while fiddling with his fingers. Williams eyes went to watch the lights instead. “If its a dead or not-so-dead cat then open it because you might save the cat’s life” you started off, deciding to answer his question instead of allowing your mind to think it was some kind of innuendo. “If its something else, like maybe youre afraid of taking an opportunity, then open it. Because failing is always better than never knowing.”

William stayed quiet, distant again. He was quiet all the way home, his mind still somewhere else. You played your music and decided to leave him be for now. If something was bothering him he knew he could talk to you, so you never tried to pressure him into it. It wasn't until he parked the car and turned off the engine that he spoke again. “What if I like someone?”

“What?” you asked, not really making the connection between this conversation and the previous one. “Schrodinger’s cat” he said, eyes locking with yours. He no longer looked nervous, he was determined and thoughtful this time. “What if I like someone, like a girl, and im afraid of telling her because of what’s in the box?”

It was like your entire body split in two and you became two people. One of you was devastated, thinking he’s in love with someone and its not you. The other you felt an ignition of hope and that version of you is probably responsible for the blush that spread across your face. You turned your face away from his eyes and let your hair shield your cheeks.

“Uhm.. I'd say open the box”. William nodded slowly, still watching you. You let yourself meet his eyes and gave him a small smile. “It’s scary, and sometimes you wont like whats in the box, but you still have to try”.

William smiled back before he turned his eyesight to his hands that were fiddling with the car-key. He gave you one last glance along with a warm smile before he opened the car door.

“No, give it to me!” you threw your arms across William to reach the bowl of popcorn he’d stolen from you. He laughed in your face and reached down to your waist to tickle you. A shriek was heard from your lips as you moved away quickly, making a content grin spread across Williams face in victory.

The movie ended about an hour ago, but neither one of you had payed attention to it. You only did when it was really good, otherwise your movie-nights were usually spent talking. The two of you never seemed to have a dull moment. There was always either a topic to discuss or maybe a little gossip to share. If not, you were both silent, comfortably silent that is.

You threw a pillow at him, making him almost drop the bowl to spill the content all over the couch. “You could've spilled the popcorn!” he exclaimed loudly as he turned to give you a fake shocked look.

“If I cant have it, neither can you!” you were laughing as you said it, making him smile as brightly as ever. William looked down at the bowl in his hand, then slowly up to you again. He slowly reached it out to you, letting you snatch the bowl back before you moved closer to snuggle into his side.

You hadn't been able to let go of the conversation you’d had earlier. It was replaying over and over in your mind, so many times that you were now starting to believe maybe you were making it up, that it never even happened.

William wrapped his arm around your shoulder and tilted his head against your neck. You stayed like that for what felt like five seconds, but it was probably five minutes, at least. “Do you really think I should open the box?” he asked, apparently thinking about the same thing as you.

“Yeah” it came out as a whisper as you slowly tilted your head towards him. He was already watching you intently when you met his eyes. The both of you were looking up and down between each others eyes and lips for a few moments before he slowly leaned in, connecting your lips. The kiss was slow but forceful, like it really meant something. You could feel fire igniting in your veins as his hand went to cup your cheek, he moved slightly so he was facing you more and deepened the kiss.

You’d forgotten about the popcorn long ago, which caused you to drop them so you could grab his shirt to pull him closer. The bowl spilled out across your laps, making William break the kiss and look down at the mess.

The grin that spread across his face made your face turn to a deep red tomato-like color. He let a small laugh out before turning back to you. Your face was quickly hidden in his chest to make sure he wouldn’t see the coloring on your cheeks.

“I’ll take that as your way of saying I’m more important than the popcorn” he said with a laugh as he pulled your face away from him so he could meet your eyes. His bottom lip was just slightly puffy and his cheeks were, too, stained with a red-ish color.

William leaned in once more and reconnected your lips, this time it was more decisive, maybe even desperate. You allowed his tongue entrance before letting out a quiet moan against his lips. He smiled into the kiss and pulled you into his lap, making you slowly break away. “The popcorn, Willy” you said as you felt the crunching beneath you.

“I dont give a fuck” he answered with the lowest voice you’d ever heard from his lips. He grinned and pulled you back into another breathtaking kiss, making your chest tighten as you were swept up in the moment. William spread his legs a little and your body moved closer to his. You were basically sitting on his crotch by now.

His hands travelled down to your ass and gave it a firm squeeze, causing you to gasp in surprise. He broke the kiss and opened his eyes as you did the same, your eyes meeting. The both of you were smiling widely when you watched your best friend in a situation you never thought you’d end up in. “That’s one very much alive cat” he joked. You burst into a fit of giggles and hid your face by the crook of his neck.

“Fucking finally!” the new voice startled both you and William and your heads quickly spun around to see a familiar face in the room. "Get the fuck out, Kappy!” William yelled, annoyed by his roommate ruining the mood.

“Weren’t you going to sleep at Annika’s?” you asked as you climbed off Williams lap awkwardly, sure that your cheeks were blossoming worse then ever before. You refused to meet Kasperi’s eyes.

“She felt sick and wouldn’t let me stay over, in case I get it too” Kasperi shrugged his shoulders and leaned towards the doorframe beside him. “If I'd known he was finally going to make a move I would have slept at Auston’s or something, but you know.. good for you guys! We’ve all waited long enough”

William grabbed a pillow and threw at his roommate, making Kappy laugh before leaving the room. “Finally going to make a move?” you asked William. He blushed and looked over at where you were sitting before moving closer and once again pulling you into his lap. “Yeah, I finally did it”