#wc: 453

[altheaskiss]

📞 OUT OF TOUCH — NM.R

in which . . . you finally break off your long time situationship due to him being out of touch — nmr x f! reader ୨୧ no set au wc 453 ・ w angst angst and angst + likes n' feedback are greatly appreciated !

THE PHONE BUZZED ON RIKI’S NIGHTSTAND, breaking the stillness of his apartment. He glanced at the screen and saw your name. A wave of anxiety washed over him. It had been nearly a month since he’d last reached out, lost in the chaos of work and life. The weight of his silence hung heavily, and he knew this call would be the end.

He takes a deep breath, hesitantly hovering over the green answer button, “Hey.”

“Hi, Riki,” you said, your voice steady but strained. “I wanted to talk.”

Riki swallowed hard, his heart sinking. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ghost you. I just got overwhelmed and—”

“Overwhelmed?” you interrupt, a touch of bitterness creeping into your voice. “It’s been almost a month. You disappeared without a word. I kept waiting for you to reach out, to explain, but nothing came.”

You took a deep breath, clearly struggling to maintain your composure. “It’s not just about being overwhelmed, Riki. It’s about the fact that you vanished and left me hanging. I felt like I didn’t matter to you, like I was an afterthought.”

“I know,” Riki admitted, his voice cracking. “I realize now how much I hurt you. I was so wrapped up in my own world that I didn’t see what I was doing.”

There was a pause on the line, filled with the weight of unspoken hurt. “I’ve been patient, trying to understand,” you continued softly. “But it’s reached a point where I can’t keep waiting around. I need to move on from this… whatever this was.”

Riki’s heart ached. He wanted to say something, anything, to undo the damage—to keep you. But nothing could come out, nothing would undo the damage he had done. 

“I can’t do this anymore,” you said, your voice breaking slightly. “It’s exhausting. I can’t keep hoping for something that’s not coming.”

Riki nods, trying to swallow down a sob. “I get it. I really do. I’m truly sorry for everything. I didn’t mean for things to end up like this.”

There was a long silence before you spoke again. “Goodbye, Riki.”

“Goodbye,” he mumbles, barely audible over the line. “I love you.” 

As the call ended, Riki was left holding the phone, the silence of his apartment suddenly feeling heavier than ever. The pain of the conversation hung in the air.

He sat in the dark, grappling with the realization of what he had lost due to his own negligence. The echoes of your words lingered. The month of silence had led to this heartbreaking end, and Riki was left to reflect over what he had done, haunted by the echoes of a relationship that could have been, if he had only made effort.

[simplyhughes]

hey hey!!! I hope you're well! I was just wondering if we could get a one shot or even a story if possible about trevor zegras and his girlfriend that has an attitude? I don't know why, but I get that vibe from him that he likes a girl with a bit of attitude 🤭🤭 thank you and have a great day!! ❤❤

Attitude Problem! // Trevor Zegras x Reader !

Quick little write! I hope I answered this prompt correctly! I hope you like it anon~~ <3

WC: 453

Warnings: Suggestive, Swears

The bathroom you share with your boyfriend, Trevor, has been concluded a crime scene. Makeup sprawled across the counter, hair jel splattered and countless cords and hot tools took up the space. You drag your hair wand through your hair, holding it and releasing it to lock the shape. Your eyes trail from your hair to Trevor, who is getting ready next to you. 

“I really dont like your hair like that…” you said with your voice flat. 

“Like what?” Trevor retorts with a little pep behind his words. 

“Like you are about to throw on a pair of skinny jeans and look like a total west coast hipster dork.” You snap back narrowing your eyes. Trevor's jaw falls agape. You continue on curling your hair. “So, are you just gonna stand there? Fix it, idiot.” His mouth curls into a smirk. He drags his hand through his locks, tossing and shuffling it. 

“Babe…” he began, “Any better?”

“Mmm…” You drag out. “Now you just look like a bum.” You state, contorting your face in a disgusted manner.

“Seriously?!”

“Oh just come here dickhead.” You make a hand motion signaling for him to come closer to you. Your hands find themselves on his broad shoulders, applying pressure trying to get him down on your level. He crouches downs meeting you face to face.

 “You are adorable.” Trevor coos while pinching your cheek.  

“You are an annoying prick” You respond, trying to hold back a smile and failing miserably. After you collect yourself, you begin to lather Trevor's hair with product, styling it to your heart's desire. “Jeez, I am way too talented. This is way better.” You say as you release your hands from his hair.

“Baby, I love it when you have your hands in my hair” Trevor says deviously with a major smirk painted across his face. You tilt your head up to look Trevor in the eye. Your face is in a state of deadpan, mouth straight, eyes narrow. Just as you were about to cuss him out Trevor grabs your chin. “Shhh, come on baby you have had your fun.” He whispers just before he locks his lips with yours. His arms loop around your torso and toss you over his shoulder. You flair your limbs shouting out him. “I love your attitude, but its time i set it straight.” Your face heats up and flushes a shade of pink. Suddenly your back hits your bed with trevor on top of you. Trevor leans down towards you, eyes not leaving yours. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, placing a kiss while hes there.

 “TREVOR YOUR HAIR. IM GONNA KILL YOU ASSHOLE!” You exclaim. 

“Shit…” Trevor mutters.

[gunilslaugh]

You're Comfortable

Goo Gunil Summary: All you said was a simple sentence, but it made Gunil’s heart go a mile a minute. (idol/non-idol au) WC:453 Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

You and Gunil had only gotten together around a month ago,so your relationship was still relatively new. It was a bit clumsy and awkward, but also cute and heartwarming. Today you and Gunil were going to the movies. You checked your outfit over in the mirror for the third time.

Rationally you knew Gunil wouldn’t have cared about what you decided to wear, however you still wanted to look cute for your date. Looking at the time it told you that your outfit would have to do unless you wanted to be late. 

“Hey you look great,” Gunil complimented you when you arrived. 

“Thanks,” you said. 

“Ready to head inside?” he checked. 

“Yeah,” you replied with a nod of your head. You and Gunil head into the cinema. You guys purchase your ticket then get your concessions. Then you two found your theater number and headed to your seats. 

At some point during the movie yours and Gunil’s hands found each other. They currently sit linked on your knee. Not too long after your hands joined together your head made its way onto Gunil’s shoulder. 

“You’re comfortable.” The words casually fell from your mouth as you slightly adjusted your head on his shoulder. Gunil felt his pulse race. Race so fast, so hard that he’s scared you can feel it from where your head rests against the side of his neck. If you do, you don’t say anything about it. 

Your words were simple, but they made Gunil feel something he didn’t quite know how to describe. Maybe they made him feel secure. He was glad that you found him comfortable. He wanted to be comfortable for you. Whether you meant it literally or metaphorically. He wanted to be a person who provided you with comfort. Perhaps your words brought him a sense of reassurance. Your relationship was kinda new. He sometimes worried that he wasn't doing a good job at being your boyfriend, so your words told him that he was. Or maybe they made him fall even more in love with you. They made him think that he always wants to be there to give you a shoulder to lean on. He always wants to be by your side. It was a combination of all these things that made his heart race. He doesn’t want it to stop, he likes the feeling. He wants you to make his heart race for the rest of his life. 

“Then stay as long as you like,” he smiled. He uses his free hand to reach across and brush some of your hair away from your face. Later Gunil may not remember what the movie was about, but he will always remember this moment.

A/N: Sorry I know this is so short :/ I wrote based off of a dream I had last night and could only elaborate and embellish so far lol. I still hope you enjoyed reading it!

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[lilquokka04]

💘Anything You Need💘

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-warnings- mentions of periods

-wc-453

Seungmin bit his lip, debating going after you or not. You rushed out of the room in a hurry and haven't returned yet which made him worry that something was wrong. Just as he decided to go check up on you he bumped into you in the doorway.

He gently grabbed your wrists and immediately scanned you for any injuries, breathing out a sigh of relief when he found nothing.

"Is something wrong? You left kinda suddenly."

You let out a small chuckle seeing how worried he was and place a small kiss to his cheek.

"I'm fine Min." You slip out of his grasp and walk to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water.

"My period started is all." You explain when he follows you into the kitchen like a confused puppy.

"Oh." He drops his eyes to the ground, rocking back and forth on his heels. You sip your water and watch as your boyfriend's cheeks turn pink.

"Do you need anything?"

You shake your head as a smile pulls at your lips.

"I have everything I need, thank you though."

As soon as you place your cup in the sink you feel two arms gently wrap around your waist.

"Does it hurt?" He asks as he leaves a small kiss to your shoulder.

You let out as a sigh as you lean into him.

"My stomach does but its not horrible since I just started."

"I just need to put some heat on it and i'll be fine."

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"Is this too hot?"

You take the hot pack from Seungmin and place it on your stomach, pulling up your shirt a little so that it can rest against your bare skin.

You give your worried boyfriend a reassuring smile and shake your head.

"Its perfect. I feel much better already."

You lean your head back and rest against the pillow, letting the heat deal with the cramps and help lure you to sleep.

Seungmin finally feels the tension leave his body as he sees you relaxing on the couch, happy that he was here when your period started.

But now that you're taking a nap he has no clue what he's going to do. He doesn't want to leave the room in case you wake up and need something....

Maybe he'll just lie with you. A nap wouldn't hurt.

He carefully climbs into bed and wraps his arms around your waist, chin resting over the heating pack. He sits there with his chin propped up and unconsciously smiles as he watches you sleep.

And with a gentle peck to your stomach, he snuggles against you and drifts off to sleep

[a-round-of-robyns]

first microfic! i've had really bad writer's block recently so hopefully this will help me get back into the swing of things

01/03: rugby; wc: 453; @jegulus-microfic; mentions of alcohol/people being drunk

Regulus could hear the noise of the party leaking out of the door as he approached the room where it was being held. He originally wasn’t going to go, seeing as he tended to despise loud settings where the majority of people there were drunk or on their way to being so. However, when he had gone over to James to congratulate him on winning the rugby final, James had turned his big deer eyes on him, asking Regulus to go to the party.

“For me, love. Please?”

And how could Regulus resist? So here he was, standing at the entrance to the room, scanning it for a glimpse of his boyfriend. After his second look around, he spotted Sirius dancing in the middle of the floor and, sure enough, James was right next to him. A crowd of people surrounded James and Sirius, all watching them appreciatively as they moved their bodies to the music.

Regulus caught Remus’ gaze from where he was leaning against a wall on the opposite side of the room to him. He made his way over to Remus, dodging drunk students and picking up a drink for himself on the way. Regulus joined Remus, leaning against the wall next to him. He nodded at Regulus and went back to watching Sirius dance, eyes roaming up and down his body. Regulus followed his line of sight to his own boyfriend dancing like nobody was watching. James’ eyes were closed, but after a while they opened, and he looked directly into Regulus’ eyes. Regulus allowed his gaze to drag up and down James’ body and then made eye contact, angling his head so that he was looking at James through his eyelashes. Regulus held a hand out and made a ‘come here’ gesture that James immediately complied with.

“Reg, you made it!” He said as soon as he reached Regulus, grasping the hand that was still held away from Regulus’ body.

“I told you I would come, didn’t I?”

James placed a kiss on the hand he was holding and looked at Regulus adoringly, “You did.”

Regulus pulled James closer to him, wrapping his arms around his neck. “You wanna get out of here?”

“But I’m having fun.” James protested lightly, pressing his forehead against Regulus’

Regulus looked at him, allowing his lips to pout slightly in a way he knew James wasn’t able to resist. “I can think of something even more fun that we can do together? And there won’t be people looking at you, thinking they can have you.”

James’ pupils dilated even more than they had been already, the black almost completely swallowing the hazel of his irises. “Whatever you want, love. Lead the way.”

[terracomets]

redraw of page 453 from theexiledcomic on twitter .... suchh a cool wc fancomic it makes me crazay

[proceduralpassion]

The Job

Day 21 of Narcoctober- Create a fanwork that includes at least one Narcos character and at least one character from another fandom.

Character(s): Miguel Angel Felix Gallardo, Billy Russo

WC: 453

A/N: Obvs VERY AU lmaoo. Enjoy luvs

As the prison gate closed behind him, Billy saw someone waiting for him. He loved having the thrill of a job like this. Obtaining the perfect target. The ritual he underwent with each assignment. The meticulousness it demanded. The feeling of accomplishment once the deed was done. 

Gallardo would be his first mark after his most recent stint in prison. Billy felt invigorated. Excited to resume the best thing he was good at. 

He keeps the lights off after doing everything he needs to. There’s a spot underneath the staircase off the foyer that gives Billy a place to sit, but purposefully not relaxing enough for him to become comfortable in. The lock in the front door clicks and Billy closes his eyes, allowing him a second of solitude before he would have to spring into action. He watches Miguel walk in, none the wiser, and bypass him into the living room. Just as he expects when Miguel notices that something is off with how he left his house this morning, he stops in his steps. 

He waits for Miguel to take a step or two closer into the living room.

“If you were smarter, you would’ve never brought home those papers that incriminate your distribution network,” Billy chuckles, “Let’s face it, if you were really smarter, you wouldn’t have even come home at all tonight.”

Miguel stiffens in movement when he hears Billy’s voice. There’s a short spasm of time where he almost reaches for a weapon, but pauses immediately at the sound of Billy’s gun cocking. An instant later, he slowly inches his head towards Billy, allowing his body to slowly turn towards his home’s intruder as well.

“Who are you?” He finally asks.

Billy clicks his tongue, “Not important.”

And as if he has the upper hand in this situation, Miguel gristles. His eyes darken with fury and Billy’s not entirely sure the man won’t take his chances and charge at him. Still, he can’t run faster than a bullet so Billy remains on task without difficulty.

Miguel isn’t deterred in voicing his indignance though, “Not important, huh?  You obviously think you’re hot shit to walk into my house, with a gun, no less.”

He gathers saliva in his mouth and spits at his feet, looking menacingly on at his assailant. Miguel knew he didn’t have much recourse here. He knew that his life lay in this man’s hands and he wasn’t getting out alive if that wasn’t what Billy had willed. Still though, he was going out on his own terms and would give no one the satisfaction of seeing him cower.

Billy remains indifferent, ready to finish his job.

“Nothing personal, man. Just carrying out your wife’s demands.” 

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[rowonlgc]

⠀SOLO⠀›⠀WORKSHOP 001⠀›⠀WC: 453

⠀⠀⠀“am i the last one you’re seeing today?” rowon leans back against the seat, comfortable and quite casual. he’d gathered from the other trainees that this is just a progress check, so no need to get worked up. “must be tiring talking to everyone. i’ll make it quick for you.”

⠀›⠀WHAT DO YOU THINK ARE YOUR STRENGTHS?

⠀⠀⠀“mm, maybe ..” he doesn’t answer this quickly, even though he has a pretty solid idea of his strengths. “i would say ACTING, which goes with PERFORMANCE. i think i have decent stage presence because of that. it’s what makes me stand out, especially since i’m not where i should be in terms of vocality.” humility. humbleness. there’s a certain image he has crafted for the coaches; he wants to be confident, not conceited. “i wasn’t born here, so my KOREAN wasn’t as good at first, but i’ve gotten better and more articulate over time. does that count as a strength?”

⠀›⠀WHAT SKILLS WOULD YOU LIKE TO WORK ON?

⠀⠀⠀this, he answers immediately. “DANCING. i’ve got the basics down. i can do the choreography. it’s just a matter of refining it for the stage. MODELING, too. i saw the pictures that came out of the family concert. my angles need some working on. that should be my priority, since people are typically drawn in by visuals first, no?” he considers mentioning singing and rapping - skills that he actually needs to focus on, but instead, he goes with what’s more interesting. “i would also like to work more on my ACTING. there’s always room for improvement.”

⠀›⠀WHAT TYPE OF GIGS ARE YOU INTERESTED IN?

⠀⠀⠀“i can see myself ACTING IN DRAMAS, preferably as the lead, but i’ve got a long way to go before i can land one of those roles.” in truth, he thinks he can do a lot better but without the experience to back it up, it’s just words. “people have told me i’m really convincing, so i could do well in MODELING FOR COMMERCIAL FILMS.”

⠀›⠀WHAT ARE SOME LESSONS YOU’VE LEARNED?

⠀⠀⠀he’s surrounded by passion and desperation. everyone is so focused on their careers, while he caters more to the crowd. but of course, this isn’t what he tells the coach. “i’m flexible,” he says. “i pick up skills fairly quickly, and i’m confident in my ability to shine where i’m needed.” he pauses, tilts his head as if he’s considering what else to relay. after some thought, he leans forward in his seat. “i’m most useful when i’m helping others, whether it’s calming them down, encouraging them, or just being someone they look up to. i think i would do well in a leadership position.”

[violentshine]

I posted 2,905 times in 2022

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#he firepaw & graypaw had a little group they called the ability-less (name is a wip) and had to kick ravenpaw out since he had one 🙄🙄

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

you know that when a starclan cat dies, their ghost looks like they did when they were the most happiest

right

what if this battle scarred, intimidating cat died and the next cat to see them in Starclan just sees them as a....little baby

a little kit who is innocent to the ideas of war and pain

342 notes - Posted April 26, 2022

#4

i think warrior assessments should be a lot more...complex than they are in canon

a warrior could absolutely suck ass at fighting but you wouldn't know that because they caught three squirrels and a shrew for their assessment

apprentices spend moons training and to pay that all off they just have the hunt a couple prey to graduate out of apprenticeship ? boring

throw in a battle session, a warrior(s) could play the part of a fox(es) the apprentice has to either drive out (if there's a group of 'paws) or locate the nearest patrol (other warriors also playing a role- not a legit patrol) and warn them about the "fox(es)"

or if it's idk a windclan apprentice, have them run from one point to another, maybe even have them compete against another apprentice (passing wouldn't be whether they win or lose, more about how quickly to they from start to finish)

and maybe the assessment is a couple days long since they'd have to go from hunting to running long distances

imo this would be more worthwhile and inclusive of other clanmates

also a part of just overall apprentice training, all cats should be taught some basic herbs uses and where to find them this could give warrior apprentices a chance to try out what it'll be like training as a medic and if thats something they'd want to switch to

374 notes - Posted January 14, 2022

#3

Stonefur: *literally getting murdered for refusing to kill two kits*

Leopardstar (an empath): *sensing that it might have been the wrong move to ally her clan with Tigerstar*

494 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

#2

au idea where clan cats are very serious about the medic can't have kits/mates but pushing it even further to say medics can't have close relationships with any cat, claiming that it would give them a bias on who to heal and to avoid grieving over a close cat's death.

Medics do not choose to be medics, most of the time they are taken from single kit litters and placed in a separate den so they don't bond with the other cats in the nursery. Time spent between kit and parent(s) are limited and parents are only allowed to feed the kit if they are too young to eat solid prey. The current medic is responsible for the kit the other times, getting the kit used to them is necessary so when they're 6 moons, they won't be given to some stranger.

However, if there are no single kit litter, the clan will go out in search of any to take in from outside the clans. Whether it be from a rouge, loner or kittypet, all they have to do is get their paws on one kit to take back to the clan.

586 notes - Posted February 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

warrior cat fans

643 notes - Posted August 28, 2022

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[lgcjina]

                                                         you know a girl's got the drive                                                                  —if she's making deals 🌟

After the announcement of the third season of Future Dreams, Jina had felt disheartened. Her chance of being placed in a permanent group was nowhere in sight. Throughout the entire year, she had simultaneously felt restless and overwhelmed by the various milestones that she had achieved. She had barely graduated and ended up joining Project Origin by the end of the second season of Future Dreams. The worldwide fan-meeting tour had been a highlight of her year, and while she was grateful for the opportunity, Jina had hoped for something more permanent. 

Her consolation prize —if she could call it that— had resulted in the opportunity to join another temporary project. LGC Girls would debut in Japan! She was intrigued by the bold business decision, and the company had her attention faster than when Project Origin had been introduced. Besides, her position wasn’t to worry about whether or not the project would work. She had placed her entire faith on Legacy Entertainment, and they hadn’t failed her yet. In fact, Jina felt like she was the one that was bound to fail the company. 

While the young girl was known for her confidence, she had moments where she felt replaceable after years of bullying. She never wanted to not measure up to the staff’s expectations. How different were the company’s expectations of her than the ones she had for herself? She had spent several months fearful that she couldn’t push herself further and continue improving. At some point, Jina felt that she could plateau. For now, she hoped that day would never come, and her energy was better used in polishing her barely intermediate Japanese, which was her primary goal for the project.

If there was a small chance that the girls would have to appear on variety shows or meet the fans face-to-face, she wanted to speak the language more naturally without second-guessing herself. She was relieved that their Japanese language teacher, Ishida Ayano, would be helping them before the recording session. After several classes and non-stop reviewing her Japanese notes, she stepped into the recording booth with the familiar unwavering confidence that she was known for. 

It helped that the music for the Japanese mini-album was very much her style. She had yet to learn the choreography for the songs, but she couldn’t stop herself from smiling and had to stop herself from dancing throughout the recording session. She couldn’t decide her favorite song among the four songs, but Girls Gotta Live was reminiscent of pop girl group anthems from an era that she hadn’t been alive for. She stepped outside of the recording booth beaming, and feeling reenergized. 

The boys had Future Dreams, but they wouldn’t have Girls Gotta Live.

[agentemo]

Fitzhunter and there's only one bed? :D

S.H.I.E.L.D. is a government agency which means S.H.I.E.L.D. has government money which means S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn’t have much money at all. Still, it seems a bit of an oversight to send two agents to a motel the night before a big mission and give them a room with only one bed. Hunter rolls his eyes the second he sees the singular bed. Fitz is so exhausted he really couldn’t care less.

“I can’t believe they did this to us,” Hunter says, as Fitz approaches the bed.

“Yeah...” Fitz says, sitting down. He gently places his metal suitcase next to the nightstand, then bounces a bit on the mattress. After a few bounces, he lies back. His shirt rides up a bit; Hunter looks at the chipped paint on the ceiling. “I don’t care,” Fitz decides, voice a sleepy drawl.

It takes about 5 seconds for Fitz to kick off his shoes and lie down properly, head on the pillow. It was pretty late, and the plane ride to this edge of nowhere wasn’t negligent. Fitz didn’t have the stamina of a field agent; he was worn out from the work of the day, all the travel. He looked really cute curled up on the bed like that. Hunter took a deep breath.

“I’m taking a shower,” Hunter says, pointing a thumb at the open bathroom door. Fitz gives a noncommittal grunt and Hunter goes to shower.

When Hunter returns, towel around his hips and hair dripping onto his face, Fitz is snoring lightly, sprawled out on the bed. Taking up too much space. Hunter walks around the bed to the side with more space, all the while watching Fitz’s adorably sleeping face; free of the stress of the day-to-day, slack and kind of awkward, 5 o’ clock shadow sprouting on his soft edges. Hunter turns off the light, dries off in the dark, and gets dressed. Not ideal for sleeping. But Fitz is warm.

Hunter squeezes onto the edge of the bed, trying not to disturb Fitz. He curled up at the edge of it. He wasn’t tired but he had better field training than Fitz; he managed to fall asleep pretty quickly. After a while, however, he woke up again to feel a weight on his chest. He was on his back now, and Fitz was curled up against him, arm around his waist.

“Fitz?” Hunter whispered into the air.

Fitz’s reply was a long, steady breath. Hunter stayed still and waited a moment, then allowed his arm to drape around Fitz’s shoulders. He fell back asleep pretty quickly.

Fitz was the first to wake up the next morning, He waited a couple minutes before waking Hunter, comfortable and happy under his arm.

[narilgc]

*:･ﾟ✧* i know where i’ve been

nineteen musical tracks and a whole lot of rambling later, and nari’s finally made it to her favorite animals - the goats. she’s already met her fair share of pigs, cows, horses, and other animals on her way up here, but the goats held a special place in her heart like no others did. after all, they were the most like real pets on her own family farm, raising them from birth and growing to treat them like true friends. even though she’s not in her hometown, the familiar echoing maa’s she can begin to hear has nari nearly jumping for joy.

“ my loves ! you all look so beautiful - you know that, right ? ” to anyone looking at the situation from the outside, nari’s sure she looks a little ... out of it, seeing that there’s not many people out. but she’s referring to the furry creatures she’s met with at the fence, cooing at them and all their adorableness. if mom and dad were here, they’d definitely say the one on the right looks like peaches from back home. 

oh gosh, she has to take pictures !

nari looks around. where was everyone ? there was someone taking pictures, but with the amount of talking she did on the way up here, she’s sure she’s laid them to rest with a case of death by boredom. the only solution ? do it herself, just like she likes to do.

“ vlog ... 101 ? gosh, i don’t even know, i’ve been doing a lot of them nowadays. anyways, hi family back home ! i miss you all so much, but ... today, it doesn’t seem like i’m very far away ! see ? ” turning the camera, she reveals a baby goat, who does a little wail nearly immediately, as if on command. it causes nari to burst out into an overwhelmingly joyous laugh, in disbelief at how cute certain animals could be.

“ anyways, i miss you and i love you, so after this video i’m gonna send some pictures of me and these cute babies ! be patient, okay ? and i’m talking to you, dad - the pictures don’t send a second later ! ” grinning, she ends the recording, turning to the goats. not only could this make for some good family footage, but it’d be pretty good to show any of her fans, as well.

looking to her new companions, she rests her chin on the fence, eyes bright with affection. “ alright, my babies ! ready for your close-up ? ”

a chorus of ( what nari thinks are ) enthusiastic noises of agreement follow suit.

it was time for an iphone photoshoot.

[idxjinhwan-blog]

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at a bar before xlnc leaves for japan with @idseokyung

jinhwan tipped his head back as he swallowed, letting out a loud huff. he’d lost track of how many shots of soju he’d had at this point, racking up bottle after bottle on his and seokyung’s bill. no matter how many he had, though, seokyung always seemed to be ready for another.

jinhwan had reached out to him in need of a distraction, knowing he wouldn’t have a chance to meet his hyung again until he got back from japan. him and the rest of xlnc were leaving in a couple of days, and the stress had been getting to him. it probably wasn’t the healthiest thing to do, to run away from his stresses and get drunk, but if he had found a better way that worked for him, he would have been doing that instead. for now, though, jinhwan needed to relax, and if there was one friend he had who knew how to make him do that, it was seokyung.

they’d met up at a bar— some small, hole in the wall place down an alley, far away from prying eyes and small enough that the chances of someone who knew them being present were slim. the two of them had started slow, a shot here and there interspersed with plenty of conversation, but that was a few hours ago. now, they were knocking back shot after shot, and jinhwan’s head felt heavy from the alcohol. things were hazy, processed in slow motion, and everything seemed fun and easy, now. in the back of his mind, he knew he should probably stop, drink some water and go home, but the bottle in front of them wasn’t empty yet, and it’d be a shame to waste it, right?

“hyung,” jinhwan said dazedly, listing into seokyung’s side. he had to lean down a bit to do so, but he rested his head on seokyung’s shoulder, the alcohol making him lazy. “seokyung-hyung, are you drunk? because i’m drunk.” he let out a laugh, rubbing a hand over his face as he straightened up again. “i’m fucking drunk, hyung, oh my god, i gotta stop.” he leaned across the bar top to put his glass down on the other side of seokyung, fumbling with it a bit before he managed to stand it upright.

“we gotta stop,” jinhwan mumbled, chastising even though he was the younger of the two of them and had been the one to suggest drinking in the first place. he tugged at seokyung’s arm, childish and wanting attention. he always attention, if he was honest, but normally he wouldn’t let it show. when he was drunk, though, that was another story. “gotta find something else to do, hyung, come on.”

[talos1engineer-blog]

After her shower, clean and warmed through to the bones for the first time in at least a year (but probably more), Mikhaila rifles through the dresser that’s blocking the door closed. She’s not horrified to find that not only are the clothes her size, but they’re all clothes that she’s owned, before- it’s convenient, and she has an odd sense of numbness about this whole situation, still. She drags out an old, soft turtleneck she knows should have significantly more tears in it, a pair of worn and comfortable leggings, cargo pants on top of those to tuck her belongings into, and she finishes with thick socks and her boots, thinking that should do, for now. She’s dressed, she’s ready to run, if need be.

No weapons, but she supposes that doesn’t matter so much. Every weapon in the base is left in the lockers, to prevent accidental discharges by the easily startled. She’s had more than one occasion where she’s had to fight off a typhon with nothing more than her hands and her wits. She’s still alive.

She curls up on the bed, then, and pulls out the phone. The contact list looks useful, but she wasn’t good at cold-calling even back when the cellular towers were up and functioning- texting was more in her skillset. So she opens the app that looks like a knock-off of an old-world dating site. Kindling flashes on the screen. The joke doesn’t escape her, and she snorts softly to herself.

The basic questions are all the same. Age? 32. Looking for? Unimportant. Maybe she’ll change that later- for now, she needs all of her options open. There’s no question pertaining to location or hometown, interestingly, so she puts it in the description. Russian. Interested in learning more about you. About this place, she doesn’t write. It reads like some ‘Russian women love [insert nationality] men’ clickbait, but it’ll do, for now.

She takes a while making sure her picture looks... decent. She can’t get rid of how tired she looks, the bags under her eyes, the faint lines formed where her cheeks meet her mouth, but she knows damn well she’s a handsome woman. She never would have gotten Morgan’s attention all those years ago, if she weren’t. It ends up looking serious, but a little more friendly than she thinks she usually looks. More open. It makes her uncomfortable to look at herself that way, so she submits it so she won’t have to anymore.

Then she gets to work. She doesn’t swipe right on everyone she sees, but people who look strong, world-weary, people who look like they know what they’re doing. People who would be useful allies.

That will do.

[lgcxjunghwan]

LGC Family Concert 2020 - Clip Filming Introduce Seoul! +3 performing, +8 notoriety

when they were told they were to film a short clip introducing seoul, junghwan had been excited. there were quite a number of ideas that flooded his mind that it took him a while to create a solid outline on what he wants to do and how he plans on doing it. he’s admittedly happy that he’s able to use skills he’s always wanted to brush up and improve on. projects like this, as small as it seems, are the perfect way to do just that. but sometimes he wonders if it’s normal to be having this much fun while doing work. it almost doesn’t feel like he’s working, if he’s going to be honest, or was this what people meant to say when they tell you to do what you love. it makes sense. he felt more at ease in his own skin since he shifted career paths.

now that he's thought about it, a vlog style seemed like the best way to do the introductory clip. he’s never done it before, if he’s going to be honest, or at least not as good as most people would do on account of he preferred and enjoyed doing the filming when he’s holding a camera. but there’s always room to learn new things, he muses, and so he tries it out.

junghwan starts out by going out on his own with a mini camera he’s attached to a monopod he can hold as he films himself. a trial run of some sort, just so he'll feel more comfortable doing it later on. when he's more sure of how he speaks, he starts to film - a personal tour guide is the feel he's trying for. with how many people will be doing the video, he knows they'll only be getting snippets from each of their work, but he still wanted to do it the way he wanted it to look if he were submit an actual tour video. of course, he doesn't forget to take videos and photos of tourist spots and beautiful hidden places with his trusted cameras to edit into his video later on.

it was fun, going around places to invite tourists to visit. he briefly wonders if this was how much fun most vloggers were having when they were doing their travel logs. no wonder jt was such a trend. it was sort of relaxing to him, too, not to mention educational. he gets to learn more about seoul as he goes along as well. maybe he'll do more of these in the future. he did want to do more traveling, after all. ah, now there's another happy thought. he smiles as he submits the short video he's made.

[fmdsophie]

𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝟎𝟏𝟔 ; 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞

location: WISHlights tour concert at portmesse nagoya in aichi, japan date: july 10, 2020

her birthday was sophie’s favorite day of the year.

or at least, it used to be, back when she was a child and living under her parents’ “care”. the girl had never lacked in gifts, not on a daily basis and much less on her birthday, but what made that day extra special for her was that she got to have not only her brothers but also her parents around. granted, they never spent the entire day with her, not even if it was a weekend and they technically didn’t have any obligations otherwise, yet there was the effort of at least having lunch or dinner with the girl, handing over presents in person rather than through the nannies.

sophie felt genuine happiness on those days.

it was difficult not to, when it was one of the rare times the girl was given the attention she truly wanted from her parents.

that had been a long time ago, however and, some time in the way, birthdays stopped mattering much to her. training made the days blend into each other, leaving sophie without really knowing dates. she had routines which she had to follow religiously but suddenly time stopped mattering much if it was about anything other than extra hours of sleep she could put in. her fourteenth birthday came and went, and so did her fifteenth, her sixteenth, and it was only when she turned seventeen that there was any type of celebration – if only because wish was already a group and thus the girls put in the effort of getting her a cake.

since then, her expectations had lowered considerably and she was happy to just go out and eat with a friend or one of her brothers. this year it was no different and since she would be spending her birthday at a concert, sophie only had to move the small celebration to a couple of days earlier.

needless to say the girl was not expecting for the entire hall to sing her happy birthday.

in retrospect sophie knew that was a silly thought – their fans were considerate, enough so that they’d obviously be aware of her birthday and would wanna surprise her for it. as her perception of herself was skewed, sophie just didn’t think she’d be important enough for that, to the point where she was inevitably driven to tears halfway through the song.

with her members’ arms wrapping around her and hands patting her back, sophie gathered enough breath to speak once they were done.

“ thank you so much, ” a sobbed slipped nonetheless, and this was a combination of being touched and being exhausted. “ thank you for remembering me and thank you for giving wish so much love. ”