💫 ⌇ HAPPY ENDING.

written  &  cherished by  frankie  for 𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐇𝐐.

[hvppyending]

✷  𝐊𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐊  “𝐊𝐑𝐈𝐒”  𝐕𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋    ╱    ANCHORAGE, AK. genderfluid. he/they. twenty9. thai & chinese ; gourmet chef, idol, & member of k-pop group DO:ZEN. the action survivor. please DNI if you’re not a part of the group, or you’ll be blocked; thank you. sorry!

INTRODUCTION     ⊹     STATISTICS     ⊹     CONNECTIONS ♡     PINTEREST     ⊹     BIOGRAPHY     ⊹     THREADS    ♡

post divider credits    :    @cafekitsune  !

[wondererfm]

@anchoragestarters (outside last pin standing- the bowling alley, on her break).

"yeah, i'm calling it now, this town is fuckin' weird." orla had dreamed of moving in with angela for years, of getting away from her parents that she only seemed to disappoint but then, after a couple of months, there had been a murder incident between family members? "you know, i love a bit of true crime and all that but not when i'm here-" she pointed to the ground. "- in that fuckin' town." it was a fair admission. "i mean, did i really leave dublin for this or does it get fun from time to time?" what had happened was disturbing but the young irish woman didn't want to show that learning about it had affected her and caused so much worry about the people that resided here.

[hvppyending]

krisik gave the other a side-eye, biting his tongue from saying anything further. “ya fuckin’ think?” well, you’d speculate they were trying not to do that. he had moved here for someone, yet he was greeted with an intensity that felt like a damn fever dream. after hearing the news about dr. moschetti and the turmoil it caused their family, and not to mention the town, they thought it felt off... he was consistently on edge, though. “and that makes two of us,” kris paused, pointing his index finger at them, and then it occurred to him that it could be disrespectful so he pointed at the ground awkwardly. there was no doubt it’s interesting—true crime, that is—but being in the middle of it was not comforting, for lack of a better word. “if it makes you feel better, i moved here back in november last year... so if anything, you’re not alone, because i have no fucking idea i fear.”

[outlcws]

That voice, it was familiar. It took her a split second to turn around and fit the image to the banks of memories logged, as if fast forwarding a police sketch of a young Krisik to the full-fledged version of her cousin in all his glory. "LITTLE KRIS!!" The raucous decibels of her voice filled the car wash, earning a few unsavory glances from patrons who were minding their own business as they waited for their vehicles to be released from the clutches of their evil car overlords. "Oh my god!! Look at you!" Bounding forward, Bandit wasted no time throwing her arms around her cousin up in a big hug. If she had more muscle, she would have swept his feet off the ground and spun him about. "Hey! Ya caught me at a bad time, I mean, I'm havin' a real nasty car disaster here right now — look, they didn't even polish it!" Grabbing Krisik by the shoulders and directing him back to facing the pink car, she pouted her lower lip. Trust the family reunion to have an unexpected third member: her most prized possession. "Where y'at? I mean, where ya living now? What the hell are ya doin' all the way up in the Last Frontier State?" Especially one with those... unsavory layers of missing persons posters hung on payphone booths and littering storefronts, and the asinine grocery store prices. "And what ya doin' right now? We should catch up after I get this car polished, for real. I'm gettin' what I paid for one way or another," she was rambling, and talking far, far too quickly, as she hooked an arm around his, "Come with me and let's give 'em an earful!"

[hvppyending]

oh dear, krisik had forgotten how lively their cousin was — it’d been years since they’d last seen each other. LITTLE KRIS! was he startled by the raucous decibels of her voice? possibly. he didn’t bother looking in a different direction because he knew unsavory glances were bound to transpire; when he was in his familiar element, he didn’t give two shits about peering eyes. a nervous laughter can be heard from the gap between his lips, “yeah, look at me.” he said monotonously. still alive somehow, he thought and returned the hug, embracing his cousin in his arms. despite the age difference, a year, to be exact, he always had a special place in his heart for her. her parents were the ones that looked out for him and his siblings, and he couldn’t have been more thankful because of that. however, krisik kept his distance, an arm’s length or even longer. they were terrified of getting close to people, but miraculously, he found a good bunch in south korea. there was a lot to catch up on with bandit, but he preferred it if it was away from nosy listeners, and this was an unexpected family reunion. not surprised by being turned around in the direction of her pink car—wait, is that a vintage cadillac? “what’s the difference?” safe to say, they weren’t into cars, but would they be getting an earful from them? it looks like it. “i’m at winterwood estates, staying with a dear friend of mine. he’s up here for some odd reason, and i followed.” followed. saying it like that made him feel like a lost kitten. maybe that was the wrong choice of word, but he missed nikolai a lot more than he cared to admit. obviously, they’d admit it to his face, but anyone else? absolutely not. “catching up sounds nice, and i’m not doing anything at the moment. i did try to get a job at the ivy, but i chickened out.” before he knew it, he was being whisked away to give whomever an earful. his rental car was ready and clean. “wait a minute, what should i even say? bandit.” a little anxious about what was coming, he spoke a little faster than usual.

[snowkisses]

@anchoragestarters♡ ˚₊‧⁺ જ⁀➴

who: acquaintances or friends ( assume connections + connections page ! ) where: anywhere ( you choose the setting ! ) when: an evening feb 1-4 ( slain by rosemary's baby event ! ) cap: 0 / 4 ( please be fair to muns i don't have threads with and refrain from replying if we have threads here ! )

the usual composure of abina roth is absent tonight, abandoned somewhere between the weight of her thoughts and the relentless pull of her conscience. her doe-like eyes, perpetually wide and searching, are now glossed over with a sorrow so thick it clings to her lashes like the first breath of frost on a winter windowpane. she is not crying—not yet—but there is an unmistakable heaviness in the air around her, a fragile tension in the quiver of her lower lip, the uneven cadence of her breathing. she has cried, or perhaps she is merely on the precipice of it, teetering on the razor-thin edge where grief and restraint collide.

the cause of her suffering? guilt—insidious, unrelenting, a serpent winding its way around the chambers of her heart. it tightens with each beat, constricting vessels, turning warmth to ice, seeping into her very marrow with the merciless chill of an anchorage winter. no amount of fur-lined coats or artificial heat could ward off the cold creeping through her veins, the kind that no season could thaw.

a heavy question lingers in the mind, and is finally spoken to break her silence, "do you think people are bad because that’s just who they are, or is it more about the things they do?"

[hvppyending]

their question was solemn, with a sense of uncertainty and helplessness. silence coming from his end was evident. what exactly do you say to a heavy question like that? a new resident to anchorage, the recent death took him by surprise—to be fair, he hadn’t known the town’s circumstances, for lack of a better word, until being welcomed about nikolai’s ordeal. after everything he went through during his childhood in thailand, he was practically numb to most things. he’d be lying if he said he never thought about himself. did he care? no, absolutely not. a deep sigh escaped him, the question still lingering in his mind. he closed his eyes for a bit and kept his gaze forward, avoiding eye contact. “you know, i wish i knew—but i believe people are bad because it’s who they are.” his shoulders shrugged, “sometimes people are just bad in general...” krisik paused. “mental conditions could be at play too, and speaking from experience, i still kinda choose to try to see the good in people.” undoubtfully, it’s hard. kris then looked at her and slightly smiled. “are you okay, though?” they seemed to be going through a difficult time, taking the situation to heart; it was understandable. how can they bring solace to a total stranger they just encountered?

[myy-moonflower]

[wayvs]

ten ♡ wayv dorm: love choices

[othcrside]

@anchoragestarters hermione + ??? : january 2, anchorage mental health & counseling

A performer at heart, Hermione suffered difficulty presenting themselves as anything less than a dazzling spectacle. That was precisely why therapy was so imperative; they needed to become better acquainted with the parts of themselves that were quieter, left alone for years, pushed away in boxes dressed in lace ribbons. Throughout childhood, they often dreaded therapy. Their parents were insistent on it, but all they couldn't help but think was how broken it'd made them feel. They were learning now, slowly but surely, that their condition did not hinder them and neither did requiring occasional assistance in managing it. Really, it wasn't until their first date with Annisa concluded that they thought it more important they begin zeroing in on self-improvement. Annisa had deserved nothing less than the best, most refined iteration of Hermione that they could muster out of themselves. Still, they felt jitters shoot through their arms and snake down their spine, instigating goosebumps to develop on their flesh as they scratched absentmindedly at the waiting room chair. "... So, what are you in for?" they awkwardly kidded to the person adjacent them, before freezing in place and clearing their throat. "That was a joke, by the way. You don't actually have to answer. But if you do, I will, too. Anything to keep myself occupied from being called back."

[hvppyending]

for someone who has lived an incredibly hectic life since they were a teenager—give or take, fourteen or fifteen years ago—but still does what he cherishes for a living is something he is beyond grateful for. however, barely having any days off since then can do a number on someone’s psyche. for the majority of krisik’s life, they have denied the occurrences of their childhood, and the hells they’d gone through, and thought it was about time to get some proper help from a therapist. they never had the time to do so until now and didn’t know whether to be relieved or stressed. this shouldn’t be so bad, krisik pondered in his own little planet. still, their stomach was starting to feel those stupid butterflies when people get the jitters. it doesn’t help that this is the first time, too. wherever they came from, his family, it was all considered taboo, unfortunately. yet he thought differently from others. so, what are you in for? they had heard a voice adjacent to them, and that’s when they glimpsed up from his glasses sitting on the bridge of their nose, and playing with his hands, chuckling softly, “don’t fret, it’s totally fine.” he waved his hands dismissing their worry. “but childhood trauma, i suppose. a whole lot of baggage, i fear...which i wouldn’t want to put any of the weight on you,” he smiled softly at the other person.

[wtfru--imabrat]

date: the morning of january 4

location: the ivy

@anchoragestarters

With the New Year now over, Romi expected things to calm down a bit--at least, at work. With everything that had happened over the New Year festivities, the blonde was happy to have work as a much-needed distraction and given that it was their first Saturday of the calendar year, food needed to be prepped. However, when she arrived at the Ivy, she noticed that someone was standing outside of the restaurant. Immediately, her spidey senses were tingling and she almost got back in her car and drove away all together--but whether this was a messenger from her father or the Cardinal Serpent or whoever else, she knew that she couldn't look like she was afraid. Walking confidently up to the building, she said "Hi. Can I help you? Do you have an interview scheduled or something?" As far as she was aware, there were no interviews scheduled for today--but then again, she didn't really keep tabs on the front of house because that wasn't her job.

[hvppyending]

maybe getting a job would give him a bit of normalcy in his life. so why not apply for a role in the kitchen? a chef... at the ivy. he knew it was an overreach but he was a fantastic cook; nevertheless, being good at something doesn’t truthfully get you anywhere unless you have a diploma to define your completed courses in studies. well, it wouldn’t hurt to try. that’s a thought that constantly ran through kris’ mind this morning. he might look insane for standing outside of the establishment in the early hours, especially when it wasn’t open. krisik was quite startled when he heard a voice in his direction, “oh jeez, hi there.” he said, holding a hand to his chest. how should he say this without seeming like a freak? “er, no— i don’t have an interview, and i’d loathe being a nuisance for you this morning... but since you obviously work here,” krisik gestured at the eatery, awkwardly. “to keep it short: what time does a manager come in? i’d like to see if i can get an interview sometime—though it may be a bit absurd of me to even think that i can land a job here.” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. let’s not mention anything about being a chef, don’t push it, they thought.

[outlcws]

@anchoragestarters at the elephant's trunk car wash, CAP 0/6

"Ohmygod, this is not the job I asked for," she was grinding down on her molars as she looked at her arguably spotless pink Cadillac sitting in the lot, unpolished. Was it a crime to want a car that was loud and shiny and annoying to drive down main street and around back roads, past signs like NO SALE OF PUMPKINS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE, especially in the white wonderland that had blanketed Anchorage in a warm hug. The town had been such a drag since one of the locals had been laid to rest following some freak accident at the festival — someone needed to liven shit up around here with a pink explosion. Letting out a sigh and waving around the lollipop that she had been working her way through while standing about waiting on her car, she continued to lament to the closest person in her proximity, friend or foe. "Don't ya think the seat looks cracked, too? That wasn't there before. I mean, I don't remember it bein' there, at least." Disgusted with herself, the lollipop free-fell to the ground and pieces of hard candy cracked against the pavement, prying the door open to root around the middle console for her receipt. "Listen, will ya help a girl out and we can march up there and be a real bitch about it? I need my baby to look ready to be seen by the public, and, like, I'm a little rusty with goin' all corporate lingo on it."

[hvppyending]

he felt like he was being looked through. was he a ghost or invisible? krisik had only been in anchorage since the beginning of november, searching high and low for his cousin, with no success whatsoever. not to ignore the reality that they are actually here for their bandmate, nikolai, so there might be another reason for them to stay after all. though the town has been through several downfalls—they’ve made the research—krisik felt like he was, in a way, stuck here now. they would glimpse up at somebody who had an expressive personality and it almost reminded them of their cousin. scarily similar. wait, is that bandit? is he hallucinating? ain’t no way he’d be bumping into her at the fucking car wash, of all places. “no, it doesn’t—i mean, i don’t really know anything about cars.” krisik remarks quietly. wow. a pink cadillac, huh? he wasn’t surprised, to say the least. it defined them perfectly. an untroubled scoff escaped his mouth, in disbelief that they weren’t being acknowledged. “you seriously don’t recognize me, don’t ya?” he knew he shouldn’t state her name; the last thing he’d want to do was freak her out. “i’d help you but i’m a little offended right now, so you’re on your own here.”

[charmwisp]

"What a funny thing to say," said Rika, mystified. And, then, realising she'd actually gone and spoken the words aloud, she lifted her fingers to her mouth and gasped. It was pretty rich too, coming from the very same person who'd just asked a stranger, out of the blue, if they believed in something as peculiar as ghosts. Perhaps this was just a funny conversation to be having altogether.

Yet this answer had, nonetheless, surprised her. She thought she'd been ready for any eventuality, anything from a 'no, are you crazy?' to a 'gee, I'm not sure' to a terribly brazen 'I even saw one myself, once'. But this had caught her off-guard. (You might think that'd be pretty hard to do, given the sort of work she did and the sort of town she did it in but you'd be surprised how many mundane stories she listened to day in and day out.)

"It depends on...what, exactly?" asked Rika, eyes wide and alight with curiosity. "If you don't mind me asking, of course. I'd hate to push or pry but...a belief that's only held in certain conditions? I'd love to understand it."

[hvppyending]

what a funny thing to say. well, what was krisik supposed to say on the spot? it was rather silly of them to assume she wouldn’t ask for an explanation for the evidently vague answer they gave her. regardless, a chuckle escaped from their lips after she gasped. it was quite entertaining, to say the least.

they could only assume she was impressed by what they conveyed. how does one even initiate a conversation with ghosts as the topic? it led them to forget why he was at the raven house, to begin with. ghosts? yet a whole-hearted laugh fled from his mouth, not truly knowing what to articulate next. “well...” he started, and made a clicking sound with his tongue, pondering, “from the videos i’ve seen online, it-it depends—i don’t even know how to explain—but if they look even remotely real, or if they’re obviously fake as the next guy.” they tilted their head to the side, trying to figure out how to express himself. it’s not that serious, krisik. stop. “l-let’s just say i’m a skeptic, but do you believe in ghosts?”

[hvppyending]

@smileflowcrs with kwangsun “nikolai” jwa !

DATE: early december, 2024

LOCATION: anchorage general hospital

krisik landed on alaskan ground on the first day of november. the LONG flight from south korea had worn him out, but he wasn’t expecting to be met with silence. that wasn’t nikolai’s way of welcoming his member since he was so bubbly and known as the happy virus. they didn’t think much of it since nikolai was at the halloween event before their arrival. you’d be wrong if you thought krisik didn’t shoot nik a text as soon as he landed and after being dropped off at the winterwood abode. the brain fog was getting to his head and it was surely the jetlag. the silence made it very unsettling, however. where on earth was his beloved brother? the house was quite massive. he checked every single room and called out nikolai’s special nickname, sunnie, more times than he could count, and calling out one last time before his heart palpitations started to pick up. panic began to sink in as well. nothing could have prepared him for this. his biggest fear was occurring. every one of his calls was being repeatedly sent to voicemail. he noticed too late that his cell wasn’t cooperating well until he spotted a landline. dear god. it was like living in a nightmare.

kris went above and beyond, calling 911, and filing a missing person report. avoiding making a public service announcement, he didn’t want to send their team’s fans into a frenzy. what the fuck is going on repeatedly played out in his head, and rather than slowly getting comfortable in a new town, krisik was trusted into the chaos that was anchorage. nikolai had a point during their phone call. he warned him but kris didn’t care since they were told he wasn’t doing well. they had enough of being apart from nikolai, so they booked the first flight to alaska. what didn’t he do to find his beloved brother? finding him became his first priority. honestly, if he saw nikolai, he would thank him for welcoming him with open arms and giving him a heart attack: sarcasm emphasized. maybe.

randomly, their phone started ringing and although it was an unknown number, they answered it intently. it must be a prank. kwangsun had been found and he was at the local hospital. as a result, they quickly put their shoes on and rushed out before they could hear anything else. long story short, nikolai was being carefully looked after. this better not be a prank, they thought. he was listening but the person, a doctor, to be exact, on the other end of the call started to turn into a muffle — similar to the adults from the charlie brown and snoopy show. apparently, they were kwangsun’s emergency contact. they didn’t understand and were confused, because how? why him? nikolai must’ve had people he felt close to since moving here. well, that was a query meant for another day. all they could find themselves saying to the doctor was, “i’m heading out, on my way,” and once they ended the call, they sprinted as fast as they could. krisik forgot about the car, and the adrenaline that rushed through their veins may be the cause for their reaction. if that’s how it worked... OR WHATEVER. they had a degree in liberal arts so they wouldn’t know.

stopping at the receptionist’s desk, krisik kindly greeted whoever was before them. “hello. is nikolai jwa checked in here? or kwangsun jwa?” they inquired, spelling the names out to be as helpful as possible. now, it was up to wait for a couple impatient minutes and be told where to go... all he could wonder if he was conscious or not.

after being given the information, they dropped back to reality. his feet were striding their way to their dongsaeng’s room but he felt a little lost. knocking and words were being said, but all he wanted was to see him. krisik walked into the room and nikolai was there. they were relieved and on the verge of bawling their eyes. finally. this was the first time they saw nikolai after being apart for so long. they held themself back, keeping their emotions in check, for nikolai’s sake, and theirs too. they pulled a chair closer to the bed, staring and unable to convey any words.

[charmwisp]

WHERE: the raven house (where rika works as a psychic) WHEN: early december (7th december??), noon WHO: @anchoragestarters

There was no ignoring it, the absense that could be felt throughout every room of the Raven House, although in no place more than the room that stood adjacent to Rika's own; the nob of its closed door seemed to stare out at Rika from her own seat, like a single brassy eyeball. It had been this way for over a month now, ever since the night of Halloween. Rika had gone into that night with a strange feeling, a bad feeling, but she'd been unable to place it. The months of strange dreams and the added mystery of some puppet vision haunting another of her colleagues must have dulled her senses. It was too late to worry about what anything meant now; none of it would change the simple reality that Mindy was gone.

Now, on her lunch break, Rika had torn herself away from her room. She'd been taking her lunch in the front lobby of the Raven House more and more, it was the least empty place in the building and that strange heavy feeling of loss didn't cling so much. Her and Mindy were never that close but they were on good enough terms and had shared some interesting conversations. And it was one of those conversations that was on her mind now. Stories had been shared about spirits, about werewolfs, among other more intriguing things.

Rika sat down on one of the waiting chairs, her simple lunch rested in her lap, and without caring how she'd sound for maybe the first time in a good long while, she turned to the person sat beside her and asked just one simple question;

"Hey, do you believe in ghosts?"

[hvppyending]

krisik, being a newcomer to anchorage, had been on edge since the first few days of landing in november... now it’s december. how? many questions were running through his mind as if there was a marathon occurring 24/7. time had the habit of screwing him in more ways than he’d like to admit, but occupying himself helped with that. it’s december already, and krisik found himself wandering around town like a lost deer. why was he at the raven house at noon? frankly, he didn’t know nor was he really expecting to stay long. he wanted to feel the vibe of the place, so to speak. a will be back at so-and-so time sign was nowhere within sight? well, no. that’s a little lie; krisik never noticed so he sat on a chair in the waiting room. oh. he never thought he’d be asked about ghosts. “yes and no. it depends.” if kris was asked why, he would be screwed because how in the hell do you explain the it depends statement?

[myy-moonflower]

[hvppyending]

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