#( wc; 398 )

[lgcjisoo]

"wow, wow,... who knew secret santa can be so hard with this limit of 33,000 won? it's hard to stretch a gift with that amount but it is possible on a budget...!" and not to mention the stress since he didn't know the person he got as well as he ought to. or did he? no, it ... no. the question on his mind is, is the gift good? though it's not that serious and if seunghyun has a problem with it, they could talk about it off-screen, but truthfully, everyone had the same limitations and restrictions on the funds, and everyone knew that they were all involved. it's not something to be taken that seriously, and jisoo doesn't really mind if the gift he receives isn't suitable, blah blah. all that jazz. yea. yea yea. besides, he wouldn't mind receiving what he was giving. wasn't that important enough?

"there's a theme to the gift i'm giving. it's things we will use, and usually for the person on the go. there's three components. come look!"

"the first one is not that exciting but it's a pocket hand sanitizer. never know where you're going to go, and need to use this, right? especially if you find a food stall that you love and want to have a bite from. i hear tanghulu is all the craze right now." he sets the pocket hand sanitizer aside, and holds up the second item. "can you believe i found this affordable face roller? i don't know, but i'm pretty sure everyone loves to wind down and just roll their faces while watching a show or right after they get out of the shower. i like to bring some skincare onto the plane or bus with me. is that strange?"

"last but not least, i found this... lego key chain." ok so jisoo froze and didn't want to pick a character that seunghyun didn't like. in the end, he might have chosen either one of the funniest, or lamest keychains. "they had shorter ones that were 2 by 6, but i think that this suits us springy and tall models. and it comes in one of seunghyun's favourite shades too. that much information i was able to dig out of him without it being too obvious. but i was probably obvious anyway, wasn't i!? guess we'll find out. hope you enjoy your gift, seunghyun-ssi!"

[haeminlgc]

RANKING KING EP. 001: CONVENIENCE STORE DRINKS

Wow, okay. This was really happening.

Haemin had opted to film his very first episode at the agency since it was easier to borrow eqipment for the lighting and make it look a little bit more professional than if he was sitting on the floor in front of his couch filming. Although that could make him a little bit more personable and 'of the people'... perhaps a future episode when his channel became a bit more established. But for now he was content to use one of the spare rooms the company had since all he needed was a chair and a table. A quick check in the bathroom mirror later and he was ready to start.

"Hello and welcome to Ranking King!" He applauded lightly with a laugh. "This channel will be full of my--and maybe a guest or two--opinions so please don't take anything too seriously. This is all for fun after all! Each episode I'll rank things within a topic. If you have any suggestions of what I should rank next please comment down below and I'll choose the highest rated one!" Haemin grinned and pointed down as he mimicked typing on a keyboard.

"And todays topic is... ranking convenience store drinks! Yay~!"

With a loud rustle he pulled a plastic bag into frame and gave it a small pat. "They way I chose the drinks was by a conducting a scientific poll and-- just kidding! I just asked ten different people who work here at the company what their favourite convenience store drink was and then went and bought them." Haemin laughed and began to take them out one by one, pausing to show each one to the camera. "Some of them I've had before and know I like but there are a few that I've actually never tasted so I'm excited about that. Plus I'm getting rather thirsty so this is great!"

The next eight minutes showed Haemin taking a sip of each drink and rearranging the cans and boxes in a line until the final lineup is achieved from 'best' to 'worst'.

"And there you have it! Convenience store drinks ranked according to Yoo Haemin~! That's all for this time and I hope you enjoyed watching! Remember to comment if you have a suggestion for a video and I'll see you all next time! Bye bye, ta-ta, always yours, Minmin~!"

[noelxbe]

what's in my phone?

a deeper look into noel's phone

who does he text the most? noel texts quite a lot of people as he has a lot of friends, it’s hard to see them often hence with majority of his friends he interacts more through texts than real life interactions. while noel does text quite a lot of people, there is one person he texts more than everyone else, and that’s his sister. noel and his sister see each other often, but when they don’t see each other they’ll be texting. they text a lot and noel makes sure to make time to respond to her texts, here and there sneaking away from practice for a short time so he can quickly reply back to her. noel and his sister texts a lot every day, even on the days they see each other

who does he call the most? noel does not like calls and asks his friends to refrain from calling him, while his friends accept his wishes, it’s not everyone who does. noel’s uncle and aunt do not like texting, so often if they need to get in contact with him they’ll call him. and though noel and his sister mainly texts, if she needs to tell a long story she can’t wait to tell until they meet she will as well call him. so the people he calls the most are his sister, uncle and aunt.

what apps does he use the most? noel doesn’t really use his phone besides texting. the apps he uses the most are apps he can text from, like whatsapp for his friends from canada and kakaotalk for his friends in korea. though he does use other apps like instagram and melon, texting apps are a sure winner for the apps he uses the most.

what’s his backgrounds?  noel’s lockscreen is a picture of his sister holding a pink peony flower with a big smile on her lips. if you unlock the phone you’ll be met with the background which is a picture of noel’s cat and dog, his background are the things he values the most in his life.

what does he take the most pictures of? noel’s gallery is filled with pictures of his pets and his sister, he has photo albums for all of the three on his phone, and all of the photo albums has a bunch of pictures (especially the one for his dog).

[lgchyoseop]

you’re my first love... and scene!

“don’t watch too closely, i’ll get shy”

...

        acting had never been his passion, but after seeing his sister trying it out, he couldn’t help but admit, maybe he had a bit of interest in it too. he’s not sure if he has any talent when it comes to acting, as he’s tried focusing on dancing and rapping. but over the time in his time here at legacy, they have made him practice the skill a few times, so maybe he has a bit of a chance. formerly when trying to act out romance scripts, it’d been a bit awkward, this time he was the one creating the story though, so would it be better? easier? he wasn’t sure, and the theme of first love made him a nervous when he thought of his own first love, this definitely shouldn’t feel like his first love though.

but let’s at least try…

he walks out of a door with a haikyuu cosplay upon his body, an annoyed look upon his face. “this wasn’t what i expected when you said you had a surprise for me” he looks down upon his own body. “when i dyed my hair orange, was this the first thing that came to your mind? or is this a more recent idea?” he looks up, twirling a tot of his orange hair around his finger. “i’m not sure if i’ve ever tried cosplaying before” he looks at the camera, his ‘first love’. “then again… if it makes you smile like this, i’ll cosplay anyone you want me to” he lets out a giggle. “does this character have a love interest? you should cosplay them then” he sits down on a bed, his eyes on the camera with a smile on his lips. “there are more outfits? huh!” his mouth turns into the shape of an ‘o’, a surprised expression upon his face. he rolls his eyes before speaking, then nodding “i’ll wear whatever you want me to wear” he points at his cheek “i hope for a cheek kiss as a reward” he tells before standing up and going to the door. “next outfit it is!” he says before smiling to the camera and exiting in through the door.

one minute, it’s finished, it’s done, and he’s not sure what to feel, but for some reason he feels his cheek being slightly warm, and his heart racing a little. hopefully, this is okay enough.

[wonwins]

no one else

gojo satoru x reader - sorcerer!au

a little makeout sesh that went too far

cw: hickeys, suggestive ig but no smut, slight possessiveness, no yn mentioned only nicknames

wc: 398

author's note ~ idk how i feel about this but i missed writing so here's something at least. i want to write more fluffy stuff compared to suggestive/smutty but i was blanking coming up with ideas lol

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gojo was a fucking vampire and one that you were going to drive a stake through. 

you stood in front of your mirror staring in slight horror at the markings gojo left on you. maybe the makeout sesh got a little too heated but holy shit it was like he was feasting by the way the marks were on your neck and slightly down your chest. 

a knock at your door took you out of your trance and you quickly covered up with what you could find lying around your room. you answered the door by peeking your head out. 

“hello beautiful,” gojo said with a smile as he pushed the door open even more to invite himself in. 

“i’m pissed at you,” you mumbled with your arms crossed while refusing to look at him knowing you would fold the second you looked at him. 

“oh? and why is that?” 

“cause i just am.” 

“aw baby,” he said with a slightly mocking pout. 

“don’t do that shit.” you said sitting at your desk pretending to immerse yourself with homework. “why are you even here? i thought you said you had to take care of some curses?” 

“i did and now i’m back!” of course, fucking six eyes and whatever. 

you saw gojo, from the corner of your eye, make his way over to you. you felt him tug at you, urging you to stand up. he took you back to your bed making you straddle him as he laid back in bed while rested his hand on your hips. 

“tell me what’s up,” he said softly, the genuine concern in his tone and eyebrow furrow you could see behind his sunglasses. 

“you. look what you fucking did dumbass!” you pulled your shirt down to show him the markings. 

“i don’t see the problem. you look beautiful, you look like mine.” gojo raised slightly to give you a kiss on the lips. unfortunately, that did it for you as you melted into it. 

“hey!” you pulled back, “i’m not that easy to forgive!” you definitely were. 

“i’m sorry babe. what can i do to make up for it?” 

“lemme mark you up,” you said with the most innocent smile. 

“whatever my princess wants, my princess gets.” god, you had gojo wrapped around your pretty little finger. he said you were his but you both really knew gojo was yours. 

[percyluvr]

Hey I just rediscovered your blog and you're doing amazing <3 can I request percy and a daughter of thanatos

percy jackson x daughter of thanatos!reader summary: percy admires his girlfriend while she trains wc: 398

Percy never really thought of himself as the stalker type, though many at Camp Half-Blood would disagree. He could often be found where you were, but off in the distance, just admiring you going about your day. Not in a creepy way, just in a wow look at my girlfriend, she's so beautiful, I love her type of way.

You knew about his habit, of course. It wasn't like he was even remotely sneaky about it, almost like he didn't care if you knew or not, and you found it incredibly cute.

If the two of you weren't dating, you would find it slightly concerning, but you are, so you didn't mind it.

Today, you were sparring with Clarisse, and Percy was, of course, on the bench just staring lovingly at you.

You and Clarisse, whom you claimed to be your best friend, despite Percy's objections, often trained together. Typically when sparring at camp, you weren't allowed to use any abilities, just your weapon, but when you and Clarisse sparred, there were almost no rules. The only rule the two of you put down was: no life-threatening injuries. So, with that rule in place, you and Clarisse could go as crazy as you wanted, as long as you didn't kill each other.

Being a daughter of Thanatos, you harbored some pretty impressive powers and natural skill with a scythe, which you had to beg Chiron mercilessly to actually allow you to use in sparring.

Percy's personal favorite way you liked to show off your heritage was when you summoned a large skeleton cat, vicious to your opponents but overtly affectionate with you, and occasionally Percy as well. He thought it was awesome that you could summon almost anything from the underworld, but you always chose a cat. It was adorable, in his opinion at least. To your enemies, it was insanely scary.

He was caught up in his daydreaming when a zap of electricity flickered past his head, undoubtedly a byproduct of Clarisse's, in his opinion idiotic, spear.

"One day you're gonna die of lovesickness, and I'm gonna laugh," Clarisse jokes.

Percy looks up to see you grinning down at him, and he decides that bickering with Clarisse can wait until another day, because the sweetest girl he knows is right in front of him grinning at him like he's the only thing in the world that matters.

a/n: haii i'm so glad you found my blog again <3 and thank you so much! this req was so cutie so thanks again :)

[acesdiary]

A Spark of fire - Chap 1

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Chapter 1; Nightmares

notes: jus something small before tomorrow :)

warnings: slight angst but fluff in the end

paring: Portgas D Ace x gn!reader

wc: 398

chap 1 | chap 2

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Bloodshed, violence and screams,

You trembled on the hard, withered ground trying to get yourself to get up,

“Ace!” You screamed, trying to stop him from clashing with Akainu’s molten hand an—

“Y/n!” Ace shouted, shaking you awake from your traumatizing nightmare. “Are you alright, you were shaking and everything!”

Oh.

“Yeah Ace, I’m fine,” You said before trying to drift back to sleep, a comfortable silence flowing between the two of you, before you were waken up by a small nudge on your side.

“Hey, wanna see somethin’ cool?” Ace asked with a huge grin with a mischievous glint in his eyes as you gave him a small nod, signaling him to proceed.

He stretched his arms out near either side of his head, a small fireball appearing in on of his hands, before he stared to throw several others to his right, juggling them in a circle before restarting the process once again.

“Ace thats—“ You trailed off, following each fireball he passed to the other hand each time,

“Cool, right?” He responded for you, glancing at you before training his gaze back on the fireballs, finally stopping his cycle.

“Cool?! That’s amazing!” You said, a slight chuckle coming out of your mouth while looking at him with awe, a a slight smile growing on your face, Ace could feel his ego grow inside of him, but didn’t comment about it.

“M’kay, what about this one?” Ace talked over your soft laughs, adjusting the arm that held you close under the bed sheets. His other arm was exposed and extended for you to see, the lights of your shared cabin only being his.

“I call this one ‘light show.’” From the palm of his hand, a small flame rose up from his hand, and it seemed to disappear for a moment…

Then it flashed like a firework right before your eyes, tiny flames floating back into his palm. Of course, he was watching you the whole time, anticipating your praises and affectionate words.

“Cool, right? Another ten out of ten?” He asked you excitedly.

“Mhm! Do another!” You said with a huge grin growing on your face, enjoying the little show he’s put on for you.

Later, the two of you slept blissfully together, your head weighted on his chest as he lightly snored beside you,

You completely forgot about your nightmare that had happened earlier.

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Please don’t repost this on any other platform without asking for permission on either dms or my discord!

reblogs would be appreciated!

m.list

[kazumist]

HOLDING THEIR FACES .ᐟ

✩ — includes: albedo, childe, xiao, and diluc x gn!reader. fluff. no cws. wc: 398. please do reblog! it helps me a lot :D

albedo — !

he’d lean in your touch almost instantly. he finds a big sense of comfort whenever you hold him—whether it may be cuddles or whatnot. albedo feels peaceful once you hold his place. he doesn’t want you to let go—not yet. he dislikes the idea of his feeling of safety going away swiftly. he would be against you letting go, burying his face at the crook of your neck, nuzzling his nose as he inhales your sweet and memorable scent. at times like these, albedo is desperate. for what? for you, your touch, that feeling of security he feels when he’s with you—he’s desperate for all of it.

childe — !

childe laughs at you and makes you squish his cheeks. his schedule is a mess, there are times when he’s completely free (to the point he doesn't seem like he’s a harbinger) and there are times when he’s so busy. you couldn’t find the right time for each other properly. but childe has his ways of sneaking every now and then—this moment being one of them. a small five minutes of his spare time and he’s there by your side, whining and getting needy for affection. it’s just how he is.

xiao — !

if there was something you should’ve known about xiao, it’s the fact that he’s very, and i mean very fragile. when you hold his face, it could go down in two ways: one, xiao would back away in shock. or two, he’ll try and relax as you cup his cheek. xiao has been through enough—he’s suffered more and more than a normal person can comprehend. however, why was your touch so… welcoming? as his face resides in your hand, he wonders: just how could you accept him? does he deserve this type of affection in the first place? but those thoughts matter so little - it’s best to just focus on the present.

diluc — !

he’s confused. diluc likes the feeling of your thumb grazing upon his cheek—it’s a comforting feeling for him. whenever diluc rests, he either asks you to spend time with him or he indirectly asks you to hold his face. it became his guilty pleasure (but of course he doesn’t want to admit that). the refreshing feeling of you holding his face to pass time was something that diluc didn’t expect to love so much. but there’s no turning back, no?

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

Hello hello!! Just wanted to say real quick, I LOVED the last Spencer fic you wrote for me! Thank you!!

Could I please request:

Spencer Reid x Wife!Reader!

After a really mentally and physically exhausting case, Reid comes home to his wife’s homemade, soul food? (Im from the south so could she please be a southern belle?) and he just gives her like the best kiss! Like “I feel like we’ve been apart for a million years” kind of a kiss?

If not I totally understand! Thank you 🤎

fem plus size southern belle!reader, wc: 398.

a/n: i took inspiration from our dms about dolly and basically ran to my notes app to write this!!

Dolly Parton was the first thing that greeted him as he braced through the threshold of your home, you blissfully singing along to the song 'Jolene.' He smiled to himself tiredly, finding himself humming the tune as well, placing his bag down on the couch.

He approached the kitchen, his eyes softening as he saw you all dressed up, hair styled all big and poofy, pink lip stick on your lips as you wore a flowy white dress.

He loved you, and he loved this, he felt like he could melt. He was definitely home.

You noticed your lanky husband slink into the kitchen, taking note of the bags under his eyes and the crease in his brow.

"Darlin'!" You cheered gleefully, walking around so you could throw your arms around his neck. You placed a sweet kiss on his lips. Your lipstick smudged on them, a bit of it on the side of his mouth as he smiled. "How was the case?" He sighed, leaning down slightly so that he would bury his face in the crook of your neck. "Awful." You sighed, running your fingers through his soft but slightly oily hair. "'M sorry to hear that." He huffed, pulling away to throw a look behind you.

"What are you making?" He asked, taking in a deep breath of air. You smirked, hands sliding down his chest as you stared up at him. "Well, I figured that you would'a had a hard day, so I'm makin' your favorites. I got to the greens cookin' on the stove top right now. I just finished fryin' the chicken not too long ago—"

Your rambling was cut off by him pulling you into a deep kiss, the song 'Love is Like a Butterfly' playing softly in the background. Your arms wound tight around the lithe man's neck, you pressing your body closer to his, as if you were trying to mold your bodies together. You could feel how much he missed you, to the way his tongue massaged yours, to the grounding grip on your hips. You loved him and he loved you, the both of you separating your lips as your lungs begged for air, even though the both of you couldn't keep your eyes off of each other.

"Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing..." Dolly sang.

And you couldn't agree with her more.

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[luvvvivii]

can we get a changbin taking care of really sick reader? i am suffering rn 😪

11.58pm — s.cb

pairing - changbin x gn!reader

genre - fluff, timestamp

wc - 398

warnings - reader is sick, like one usage of 'babe'

a/n - I'm soso sorry for getting this out so late ml 💔 hope this was up to your standards tho

synopsis - one stuffy night your stuck home sick. lucky for you, your wonderful boyfriend is here to look after you

[11:58pm] — "achoo!" your whole body jerked as your nose sniffled away under the blankets. you were trying so hard to be quiet, to not disturb changbin whilst he was working, but couldn't help the loud sneeze that erupted. you sighed and turned onto your back, looking up at the ceiling in melancholy. that was when you heard the door to your shared room creak open slowly. uncovering the blankets from your face, you see your boyfriend staring at you with sympathy in his eyes.

"babe, you sure you don't want me to stay here with you?" you nodded your head, but it seemed as if there was no point. changbin was already there by your side on the bed with tissues, medicine, and heated soup he had made prior to your current situation. you chuckled a little, so happy at the fact he cared so much.

"you don't have to do this binnie, I told you I'm fine." as if life was against you once again, you released a chesty cough upon saying those words, making changbin wince slightly whilst passing you tissues.

"even if you were alright, I would still want to be here by your side. so it's final! I'm staying right here in bed with you until you get better!" he laughed and handed you the soup to have and slowly took out the medicine for you to have.

you were always pretty weak, and getting sick wasn't a rare occurrence for you. that was why changbin was almost forced into learning how to look after you and cater to your needs (not as if he wouldn't have learnt it anyway). you felt bad for making him do such nice things for you, especially when he would usually have sharp deadlines and lots of melodies to submit as a producer. but no, changbin always had time for you. he would always make time for you.

"yn? are you okay?" changbin's voice snapped you back to reality, showing slight concern for your current state.

"hm? oh, yeah, I'm okay. just spaced out a bit."

"alright that's good. now, how about we get some rest?" he slowly tucked himself into bed under the sheets, giggling and getting all comfortable beside you.

"what about your project? didn't chan say he wanted you to send it in by tomorrow morning?"

"that can wait. what's more important right now is you."

©@luvvvivii all rights reserved | do not repost or translate

[wisedelusionalmarshmallow]

@dorlenemicroficprompts, August 1st - Stargazing, G, WC - 398

Marlene was out late again at the pitch, practicing for this week’s Quidditch game against Ravenclaw. Dorcas was getting tired of it; her girlfriend was good at Quidditch, she didn’t need to keep practicing so much; plus, Dorcas was feeling a little lonely with how busy she had been.

So she storms over to the pitch and finds her girlfriend. It’s late enough that Marlene’s out here alone, the only Gryffindor insane enough to still be practicing. She calls out to her. “McKinnon!”

The blonde stops midair to see who said that. When she spots her girlfriend, she flies down to greet her. “Hey bab—” Dorcas grabs onto her arm, pulling her off of her broom. “Woah, woah, woah, Cas! Where are you taking me?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Having no choice but to follow her girlfriend, Marlene casts a quick accio on her broom and lets Dorcas drag her away. “Please tell me. I’m missing valuable practice for this, you know?”

"Oh, I know,” Dorcas replies, continuing to bring Marlene where she wants her.

Groaning, Marlene mainly shuts up for the rest of the trip, occasionally mumbling, ‘Cas, I need to practice!’ or ‘Are we there yet?’

Soon enough, Marlene recognizes that Dorcas brought her to the Black Lake. The two girls sit next to each other, overlooking the water.

It was beautiful; the moonlight reflected off of its waves, and there was a cool breeze from the water.

“Finally gonna tell me why you brought me out here?”

“I missed you, Marlene,” Dorcas sighs, looking up at the sky, which is covered in stars.

Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, Marlene turns to Dorcas. “You… missed me? But we saw each other in class, and we sat together at breakfast.”

“I like when we’re alone. And I have you all to myself.”

“Oh,” Marlene exhales. “I guess I’ve been busy lately, sorry.” She curls up to her girlfriend’s side, not caring about the grass stains she’s probably getting on her Quidditch kit. Dorcas throws an arm around her shoulder. “Quidditch is important to you; don’t apologize.”

“But you’re important to me too.”

Dorcas could feel her cheeks heating up at Marlene’s words. “Stay with me then,” she smiles. Marlene can’t help but return the expression. 

She can miss this one practice if it means stargazing with her girlfriend, who means more to her than Quidditch ever could.

[obxthornton]

'I don't like x. I like you'

WC: 398

I sat next to JJ drinking a beer glaring at John b and Sarah laughing. I crushed the van in my hand and threw it on the ground.

"If looks could kill, they would both be dead."

Jj said taking a sip of his beer. "Well I wish they could right about now." I mumbledu as Sarah laughed at another one of John bs comments.

"Why don't you just tell him you like him? It's really obvious y/n." He said and I rolled my eyes at my best friend. "I'm good with me and Johns position as friends." It was JJ turn to roll his eyes at me.

"You've been in love with him since third grade. I think it's time."

I shook my head "well he's been in love with Sarah for three days." I watched as he waved her goodbye "bye guys." She yelled to us and I fake smiled at her and waved.

John came and sat across from us and grabbed a beer from our cooler. I almost rolled my eyes at him just because he sat across from me.

"Where'd your girlfriend go?" I asked him, being petty.

He looked at me confused "Sarah, my friend, went home."

"Friend right." I scoffed and JJ looked at me amused. "Digging a hole?" He asked me and I flicked his ear.

"What's your problem?" John b asked me scoffing and and I looked at him. "Sorry that I don't want to see you and your girlfriend eye kissing every five seconds."

"I don't like Sarah." He huffed at me. "You hear this jj?" I asked turning towards the boy who shook his head and stood up. "Y'all settle this while I go to the bathroom or ima start making bets."

I rolled my eyes and cross my arms looking at the boy infront of me.

"I don't like Sarah." John b said and i started to laugh. "I like you." He mumbled and I stopped laughing.

"Gonna have to speak up there Jonathan." I said smirking at the boy leaning closer pretending to listen. "I think you heard me." He said.

I smiled at the boy and leaned in completely and kissed him.

JJ walked out and interrupted our kissing. "Finally. It's been hard seeing y'all in love with each other for 7 years."

[rkohsehun]

convex 1st win: don’t wanna cry - september 15, 2020

everyone had been excited for this comeback. it was a different take from their usual sound. the concept itself is different, but it was easy to say how much fun everyone had preparing for the album. everyone had been excited. it’s only been a week of promotions when they were able to grab their first win for the comeback. naturally, they were surprised, were plenty happy and just overall thankful for the fans’ support. they’ve been here before, yes, but the feeling of all their hard work being recognized, sort of, through this win, just never changes.

the tears are familiar and present - he’s not sure who it was he had thrown his arms over their shoulders, but it felt comforting to be side hugging some of the members - but he does, as their leader delivers his acceptance speech. it’s in that moment that despite the excitement, he had been nervous, too. maybe it was because the concept is something new not even for the fans but for them as well. but then again, when he thinks about it, it only means they’re growing, that they’re continuously learning and discovering new things to show the fans and the world. it was a welcomed change, he muses, and knowing the most people along with the fans have received these changes with open arms makes him sigh in relief.

it’s moments like these that he can confidently say all their hard work was worth it. all the stressful tears, all those late night practice that bleeds into the wee hours of morning, all the anxiety that the new line up and changes have brought during preparations (because new members meant changes in choreography) - it all came to this. all their hard work really did pay off. the urge to hug all the members and pat them on the back for a job well done was a little too strong, but he settles with clinging to the members standing beside him.

everything makes this first win feel a little more special. sweeter, somehow.

is it a little too much to ask for more wins after this? maybe the next few weeks of promotions? or until their official schedules were over? probably, but he’s still hoping. for now, he mentally records this moment and keeps it safely to look back to in the future.

thank you! we are convex!

[rkwon]

another night’s sleep.

september 29th, 2020: ‘can you feel it?’ last stage at mtv the show.

it’s cliché to say but it feels like it’s all over far too quickly. it’s probably the almost zero sleep and the constant driving from schedule to schedule, but the month blurs into one long day before his eyes. september might have been merely a week and he wouldn’t have noticed, though it hardly matters. it’s good to be back promoting, and it’s good to finish at some point because, as much as he loves performing, it’s healthy for the body and the mind to take breaks. 

( besides, surely everyone would get sick of them being on their televisions constantly all year round, too. ) 

fatigue is well and truly etched into every muscle and bone in his body by now, but he tries not to let it ruin his energy. it’s one last performance, one last ending smile just in case they pan to him, one last chance to tug in another viewer to look out for them next time. the very last of his strength is a small price to pay to make a good impression. after all, it won’t be long until they’ll be done here, and when they are, then he can rest. then he can take the time he needs to recuperate and recover. it’s certainly a smaller shock to the system the second time around than when they debuted — he at least knew what kind of tiredness to expect; the type that weighs down your shoulders, like you’re carrying around a backpack full of bricks. he heaves out a sigh of relief when they exit the stage for the final time, his hand a little tingly from all the waving goodbye. 

it’d be easier to just fall into the first bed he comes across when they all shove through the door to their dorm at the end of the day, but he forces himself to stay awake until he can shower, clean all the sweat from his body and feel fresh and clean amongst his sheets. there’s only a day left in the month and he doesn’t doubt that in the first week of october, they’ll have something else lined up to get stuck into. plans have likely already been set in motion before they started this comeback, so it’s only a matter of time no matter what, but he’ll enjoy the freedom while it lasts — and most importantly, the sleep. 

[rkkangjoon]

. calligraphy  |  skj solo

since his grandmother's birthday was around the corner, kang joon looked for a gift to bring her on a free moment. she had never been a materialistic woman, always prefered handmade presents over expensive, impersonal presents, kang joon was thinking hard about it every single year. as she had raised him from a young age on, he wanted to shower her in love, affection and gratitude. despite her age, she was still fit and healthy and he wished her to stay with him as long as possible. she was his only family left, after all.

so when he heard about the spring event of the jung community & cultural center he was quite interested. there were many activities that piqued his interest, but considering the fact that he was still looking for a birthday gift for his beloved grandmother, he chose to join the calligraphy class after training. and since he was busy with training most of the time, it was the only time he could visit the event.

there was a poem his grandma had always loved and even though the instructor told him that it was too hard for him as beginner to write, kang joon asked for the teacher's help which they couldn't refuse at all.

his hand was shaking when he took the brush into his right hand. the instructor told him to hold the brush straight, before gently whirl it on the ink stone to colour the tip black. he carefully pressed the tip on the thick paper and let it slide over the smooth surface. the stroke looked a little shaky, but the instructor approved. luckily the poem was short. kang joon was tensed up the whole time, while he concentrated to not make any mistakes. there was not much time after all, so he had to success at all cost. the lines became thick and thin, sometimes too short or too long, though at some passages the letters looked quite passable for a first try. the instructor smiled, when he finished with a relieved sigh. he had somehow manage to complete the poem without severe mistakes.

Raindrops fall and roll as hail-beads, Till at last they cross the dark sea at night.

before he left with words of gratitude, the instructor handed him another script roll he was allowed to take home for free. with a smile the instructor told him that it was a additional present for his grandma, simply showing his name in korean calligraphy.

[ideunju]

faraway,

starter for @idaroon kcon, sunday, after “pick me!” stages

some quiet, tired part of eunju worries that she’ll know the routine to pick me! for as long as she lives. she’ll be old and gray and swishing her hips and kicking her feet while her children’s children wonder why they haven’t put her in a home yet. the song is annoying to sing and only slightly more bearable to hear but she’s come to like it, has no choice when it’s the trademark song of all of produce project’s female trainees. even that’s kind of bittersweet - being involved in something like this, a survival show with no guarantee of success, even moving up as high and as quickly as she has in the ranks, even that comes with its own set of stresses.

the goal is to debut - really, actually debut with something she can call her own, something she can feel implicit in, picked for based on merit - talent.

it’s kind of surreal to her that trainees she was practicing alongside not-so-long ago are living that dream - aroon included. she feels the slightest bit left behind. it’s silly, though, they haven’t even known each other for all that long but he’s become a pertinent part of her process - a touch of normality and routine that makes her feel justified and inspired to do better in the little things, to tighten up her shapes and never settle for good enough. the produce project was full of plenty of other trainees who worked hard in their own right but it’d be different. she's nothing if not a bleeding heart and it makes her a little sad to think that this would be the last time the two of them would be able to level this way - likely the last time she’d see him again for a long time bar the party, if that. she's proud of him, though; knows through watching and listening and all other facets that he deserves this victory.

“so,” eunju says, tone light and friendly, approaching him when their stages are over and done with. she dabs sweat off of her forehead with the appropriately pink towel she’d been handed by staff. “how does it feel to know it’s the last time you ever have to sing the dreaded pick me song?”