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initially made this account to work on my vocabulary and writing skills, but finding out that people actually like reading my works makes me so happy liek im blushing. Rn 😕 thank u tumblr

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LOVE U TOO!!!

MATCHMADE — lee anton

genre : fluff, SMAU

pairing : streamer!anton x f!reader

synopsis : bored out of your mind at home, downloading valorant might’ve been your best idea yet. who knew you’d end up destroying a famous streamer in one of his lives—and that his streams to turn into duo streams, then irl meetups, and… well, you can probably guess the rest.

this is the continuation of the first post. find it here

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ctto. but like. Hello! the glasses?? the hair?? the way his lips are so glossy shiny and moisturized?? the stance?? i want to bawl my eyes out

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ANTON’s SHOOTING FOR ISAC??????? oh my god i need him so bad

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i rlly wanna learn mandarin like thats so cool to speak a diff language

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omg literally anton’s speech was so amazing 😍 do you speak chinese??

im part chinese but i cant say im very good at speaking it LMAO i really only know the basics and words i cant use irl unfortunately… tho im always willing to learn !!!

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late night texts w/ clingybf!BOYNEXTDOOR

genre : fluff — pairing : bf!bnd x f!reader

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wrote ot6 bnd late night texts at 4am goodluck guys

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anton’s acceptance speech in chinese was so fire bro… like hell yes da jia we riize.. his pronunciation was on point too like LET ME HIT that was single handedly the most attractive thing ever goodbye world!

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this was literally me reading matchmade

i was cheesing so hard

BYE i love u for that

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MATCHMADE — lee anton

genre : fluff, SMAU

pairing : streamer!anton x f!reader

synopsis : bored out of your mind at home, downloading valorant might’ve been your best idea yet. who knew you’d end up destroying a famous streamer in one of his lives—and that his streams to turn into duo streams, then irl meetups, and… well, you can probably guess the rest.

this is the continuation of the first post. find it here

© 2025 pwblant

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MATCHMADE — lee anton

genre : fluff, SMAU

pairing : streamer!anton x f!reader

synopsis : bored out of your mind at home, downloading valorant might’ve been your best idea yet. who knew you’d end up destroying a famous streamer in one of his lives—and that his streams to turn into duo streams, then irl meetups, and… well, you can probably guess the rest.

this is the first part. find the continuation here

© 2025 pwblant

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wait i actually giggled when u replied to gill’s comment….

first time in ur inbox how’d i do 😊

AHAHAHA ure doing great sweetie !!!! ALSO jokes aside ure such a great writer and i love ur bonedo works sm diva

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Be prepared for a cameo

IS THIS A THREAT (okay 😍)

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going to make a valorant streamer anton au with the little to no knowledge i have about that game

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i love anton and everyone that knows me knows him too

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our first snow — han taesan

𓏵 pairing : bf!taesan x gn!reader

𓏵 genre : angst, miscommunication

𓏵 wc. : 1k

𓏵 a/n : just in time for taetae day!!!

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december had always been your most anticipated season of the year. yes, the holidays. yes, the cold weather. but it became extra special after you met taesan. together, you made a promise: when the first snowfall came, you’d be there to see it together.

however, not all things went according to how you wanted. this month, just a few days away from the predicted first snow, the air between you and your boyfriend felt even colder than the brewing winter outside.

it all started when you saw him packing his things into a small luggage.

“you’re leaving?” you ask, staring at the messy suitcase on the floor.

he looks up at you. “only for a few weeks. my brother needs me, he can’t find anyone else to help out with his business.”

you scoffed, crossing your arms. “so when were you going to tell me? when you were on the plane?”

he brings a hand to his face. “listen. i’m stressed too, okay? do you think i want to work when i’m supposed to be at home enjoying my few days off?” he says, his tone gradually getting more and more irritated.

your lips press into a thin line. “then why does it feel like i’m always the last one to know? like you’ve made up your decision without even considering me?”

he zipped the suitcase a little too harshly, like the mechanical sound was his way of shutting the conversation down before it went too far.

“because i had to make the decision fast. and honestly—“ he stopped, but the words kept building in his throat until they all spilled out. “—I didn’t think you’d understand. you never do.”

it was quiet for a bit. the kind that’s deafening. one that made you want to run out and slam the door behind you.

“wow,” you laugh, but it catches in your throat. “so that’s what you think of me? that i wouldn’t understand?”

your gaze drops to the floor, voice unsteady. “do you even know me at all? you make it seem like i’m not even someone worth telling. like you just expect me to smile and wave while you miss the one thing we’ve been waiting for all year.”

“that’s not what i meant. you can’t just assu—“

ring. ring.

his eyes dart to his phone, the sudden interference breaking through the loudness of the argument. he stares at his screen before muttering, “i’m going to take this,” and walking past you into the kitchen.

you stand there for a few moments, the sudden quietness of the once sound filled room eating you alive. the suitcase was still half-open, but it felt like the promise you made together was stuffed inside and zipped away. like it meant more to you than it did to him.

by the time he returned, you were already engulfed in the covers with your back to him. you didn’t speak, didn’t move. you were pretending to be asleep so you didn’t have to deal with the rest of the fight. eventually, you felt the mattress dip as he laid down on his side, facing away.

it must’ve been hours later when you blinked your eyes awake. the room was darker, quieter—except for the faint glow spilling through the curtains. you frowned, pushing yourself up, and your breath caught.

snow.

the street outside was slowly turning white, the flakes still drifting lazily in the sky. it was days earlier than you expected. days earlier than you were ready.

your chest tightened. you didn’t even think about bringing a coat, you just slipped on some shoes and padded out the front door, the cold biting at your skin the moment it hit you. the world was mellow and all you’ve ever wanted.

behind you, the bed shifted. taesan instinctively reaches around for the warmth behind him, but is only met with emptiness. his eyes awaken, the chill in the room waking him up faster than usual. when he spots the curtains swaying—he just knew. he pushes himself out of bed, tugs on a hoodie, grabs one for you, and then makes his way to come get you.

and there you were—all alone, standing in the middle of the driveway with snowflakes resting on your hair, shivering in nothing but pajames at the air’s cool touch. you were crying.

he stands there, unsure of what to do next.

the sight of you—trembling, sniffling, breath visible in the night’s air—makes his chest ache in every way it could.

for a moment, he just watches. the snow is gentle, falling like it has all the time in the world, but he knows this moment doesn’t. the promise you made wasn’t about the snow—it was about being there. together.

“you’re gonna get sick,” he finally says, voice softer than it had been all day. he steps forward, holding the hoodie like some kind of peace offering. and to be honest? it really was.

you don’t take it. your eyes stay on the snow.

he exhales, his breath turning white in the air. “my brother…” he starts, pausing to choose his words. “he found someone else to help him. he called me a while ago to tell me, i wanted to tell you but you had already gone to sleep.”

your head turns. just slightly, and you finally meet his gaze.

“i’m not going anywhere,” he says quietly. “i’m sorry i made you think i would choose anything over this. over you. i didn’t mean any of the words i said back there… i was upset, and i let it get the best of me.”

something twists in your chest—not quite an ache, not quite a relief. just…somewhere in between.

he drapes the hoodie over your shoulders, his hands lingering there like he’s trying to make you stay. then, he pulls you into a hug, shielding your head from the freezing snowflakes.

“can we please still count this?” he asks, glancing up at the foggy sky. “our first snow, together.”

and though your throat feels tight, you nod. because it really is.

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