meitachi | one of those deals where I write you things

SNSD AU

CHEKHOV IS A NERDY GROUPIE WHO GETS BACKSTAGE PASSES TO HIS FAVOURITE INDIE BAND'S GIG AND MEETS HIS BASS PLAYING IDOL SULU

jessica and tiffany have been bffs all their life, fany has always been boy crazy, it's the last year of high school; the moment sica realizes she's ~in love with tiffany~

insert the h50 prompt of your dreams

sunny and jessica talk about their respective girlcrushes

Inception, Arthur/Eames, pink ♥

KYUHYUN AND ZHOUMI REUNION!!! ~SEEING EACH OTHER AGAIN FOR THE FIRST TIME~

H50 DATE NIGHT WITH GRACE TAGGING ALONG!

touches this post creepily

siwon/sungmin, AU, "I thought crushes like this stopped after high school"

EAMES HAS A NEW BFF(*COUGH* CIA AGENT!CHRIS PINE*COUGH*) AND ARTHUR IS JEALOUS!!

"This is the stupidest undercover op ever," Yuri complains, hands on her hips.

"I don't think it's so bad," says Jessica.

"I'm shocked," Yoona says dryly. She grins when Jessica shoots her a wounded look. "C'mon, Sica, all the boys are falling all over you. How could you not love it?" She knocks her shoulders against Jessica who covers her mouth as she dissolves into acknowledging giggles.

Yuri sighs at them and turns back to the full-length mirror, adjusting her cropped top. "I want my gun," she says mournfully. "There's no way to hide a holster in this uniform."

It's true: the cheerleader's uniform is tiny as God and man intended, with plenty of bared skin and no room to hide much of anything.

"I don't know," says Sunny, tying a ribbon into her ponytail. "I kind of like our makeshift pompoms." The ones they have hidden retractable switchblades into. As the agents most often sent out into the field, they have to make do, even when the "field" is a high school with an aardvark as the mascot. An aardvark with a killing streak that has the bosses at SM twitchy and displeased. So here they are, undercover, armed and ready to kill in bouncy school colors.

Yoona hands over a pair of silvery long needles that Sunny tucks carefully into her hair. Jessica reaches over and tugs Sunny's skirt up a little bit.

Sunny loves her job.

YES

zhou mi is a hot bitch, no one else matters

oh my god who are you

donghae/henry AU. WHATEVER. FUN.

I'm feeling nostalgic today, so maybe some HikaGo? Prompt: nostalgia. /copout

There's a trend that Eames is starting to pick up on, one that makes him curious. Eames is a people-watcher, has to be for the job, so he's seen it all: the good, bad, ugly, and bizarre. It takes something special to really hook his interest these days and damn if the way Arthur flushes pink doesn't just draw him in.

It's not like Arthur doesn't sweat like the rest of them, doesn't flush from the exertion of the job; he's human, in the end, even in the dreams. But this particular flush starts low on Arthur's throat, warm against his neck and collarbone and edging underneath the wide-open collar of his shirt. It's a rare sight, rare enough that Eames pays attention every time he sees it, until he starts noticing the pattern.

There's a thing Eames does, a nervous habit if you will, a sort of way to ground himself during the job; he picked it up a year or two ago, in Croatia maybe or Romania. Doesn't matter now, really, here in Rio: here it's sticky hot and Eames is running his thumb over his gun, smooth metal of his Browning under his fingers as he runs through plans A through G in his head. He's thinking, he's focused, and Arthur's staring at his hands, pink around the edges and Eames is sharp enough to notice.

Arthur flicks his eyes away as soon as Eames looks up, mouth flattening and brows furrowing. Arthur, Eames thinks with a little curl of contempt, a delicious edge to the interest piquing under his skin, is a piece of work.

(After the job, he decides. Maybe after the next one. It won't do to confront him now.)

I LIKED THE OH CONCEPT OKAY IT WAS SUPER ADORBS

Inception, Arthur/Eames, FLAME WAR :D

In light of HP, let's have some fun! Harry/Hermione. Prompt: Ron. /giggles.

Henry's Mandarin has gotten exponentially better while Donghae's has gotten exponentially worse with disuse. It doesn't matter that Henry can barely speak Korean and Donghae can barely speak English. Words aren't the language that bridge them when Donghae's shoving Henry into a tiny closet, breathless with laughter as they try to hush each other, blood pounding in their ears.

Jonghyun is going to be furious, Henry thinks gleefully, and the best part is that he can't even take it out on them, not when Donghae's his hyung and sunbae. Sometimes Koera's ridiculous hierarchy plays to his favor.

It's dark in the closet and Henry bangs his elbow against something that clatters. Donghae clutches his elbow. "Shh," he whispers right into Henry's ear, a puff of air that makes Henry shiver.

"You shh," Henry retorts in his own whisper, too gleeful from riding the high of their prank to care about how stupid his reply is. Whatever, he's not fluent in Korean, no one can expect snappy comebacks.

Donghae pushes at him playfully, a warm hand against his side. Henry shoves back a little harder, feels the thud of Donghae's shoulder against a -- shelf, or something, something that makes Donghae let out a little oof of pain. "Aissh," Donghae says and Henry leans in close, to feel the heat of Donghae's chest against his, the solid muscle pressed tight against him.

"Jerk," and that's one word Henry knows with easy familiarity in Korean, dripping in affection. He grins against Donghae's mouth.

"Fucker," he says, because Donghae doesn't curse often but he loves it when Henry does it. It always brings a little flash to his eyes, makes him curl in closer, tilting his hips so Henry fits between his thighs, until Henry tips his head down and Donghae bites at his lower lip, mischievous.

"Taeyeon," Sunny says, propping her head up on the giant pillow. Her voice is wistful and Jessica is the opposite of surprised. Who didn't see that one coming? As the two oldest girls in the group, they've always been best friends, playful and laughing together, trusting each other with their secrets and fears. Jessica's not jealous, really, she has her own best friends, her own confidants... She twirls a lock of hair and smiles a little as Sunny's eyes refocus onto her.

"So!" And the enthusiastic voice is back, as sunny as her name. "What about you, Sica? If you could date any of the members?"

She pulls her fingers through her hair, stalling. "Umm." Like she doesn't have a ready answer, someone she has always envied a little, admired a lot, who is buoyant and sexy and adorable and confident in who she is and what she wants. Someone who is sprawled over her bed right now in a tank top and a pair of tiny shorts, hair wrapped up in a bun high on her head and dark eyes blinking up at her, blissfully ignorant as she waits for Jessica's answer.

Jessica untangles her fingers from her hair and ducks her head a little, affecting shyness. "Fany, of course."

A bright little laugh. "Of course!" Sunny rolls over onto her back, still beaming up at Jessica. "You two have always been so close. That's so cute, Sica!"

Jessica smiles dutifully.

"Ahh, look at us," Sunny sighs, making a little moue of discontent. "Both of us, pining after our best friends. We're pathetic, aren't we?" She stretches out her arm and links her fingers with Jessica's, squeezing a little. "Don't worry, Sica, you'll always have me."

She stays silent but her smile warms a degree, and she squeezes back.

It's not the same, but it's something.

Kyuhyun slams Zhou Mi into the wall and scowls at him as Zhou Mi makes a pained little sound and flails his arms at the door until it's shut. He shoots Kyuhyun a wounded look.

Kyuhyun ignores it. "It's been a week since I've seen you," he mutters. "While you were frolicking around China."

"I don't frolic," protests Zhou Mi.

Kyuhyun glares.

"I missed you too, you know," says Zhou Mi, giving in instantly. He peers down at Kyuhyun, eyes soft, and brings a hand up to cup Kyuhyun's face. "But we're going to be rehearsing for the concerts now. You'll see me every day, Kuixian."

Kyuhyun relents a little, tension easing out of his shoulders as he turns his face into Zhou Mi's palm and presses a kiss there. Zhou Mi smiles, tiny but bright, a fierce little glitter in his eyes.

"Every day," he promises, and Kyuhyun leans up to kiss him.

;__;

"Did you know flamethrowers are more legal than marijuana?" Eames asked conversationally.

"Watch where you're aiming that thing," is all Arthur says.

"Seriously," says Eames, and he's really not any more careful with the fucking flamethrower in his hands, "exactly how backwards is your country?"

Arthur empties his clip at the onslaught of projections and mutters, "Fuck."

Eames helpfully swings his flamethrower around and Arthur has to do a quick two-step to the left to avoid an unattractive singe on his face. "I said watch it," he growls.

"You know what else is more legal than marijuana?" Eames asks, obligingly turning his back to Arthur.

Arthur dumps his gun and bites his lip, concentrating. He conjures up a flamethrower of his own just as the ground lurches beneath his feet, throwing him into Eames. A nearby building crumbles, but the projections don't stop.

"A tank," says Eames.

"What?" says Arthur as he blazes two projections at once.

"More legal than marijuana."

"I could use a tank right now," says Arthur, because the projections just keep coming.

"What? Not having fun?" Eames beams at him and Arthur thinks the man is seriously fucked in the head. Then an arm is wrapped around his middle, jerking him backwards behind the safety of a wall as Eames produces a grenade out of nowhere, pulls the pin with his teeth, and tosses it into the crowd of hostile projections.

"Hand grenades," he says, as if Arthur honestly cares. "Also more legal than marijuana." His grin's all teeth as Edith Piaf swells in the background and Arthur doesn't know if he wants to punch him in the face or turn his flamethrower on him. Either way, they've bought enough time.

"Thank you, Mr. Eames, for the information, " he says drolly and Eames just laughs at the expression on his face.

"The more you know, darling."

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