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[250904] riize_official instagram update

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[250831] riize_official instagram update

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[250904] riize_official twitter update

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after over a week and 3 flights i finally have time to ask. would you rather have the venue:hell playlist grouped up or in three parts because i got carried away during my flights and started doing lists for each guy. taro’s has 20, sungchan & kun have 10 each. so i could either send shotaro first and send sungchan’s and kun’s when i get them to 20 or send them all in one big ask.

it’s also taken so much effort to just not add more to taro’s 😭😭 i love him so much

-🦦

omg wow so busy. u can send them all in one big ask when ur ready! i think it'd be fun to see them all together

[starlightkun]

250902 riize instagram update

night view 🌉 #RIIZE #라이즈 #SHOTARO #쇼타로 #WONBIN #원빈 #RISEandREALIZE

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flight risk ➺ [teaser]

➺ teaser word count: 1038 | full fic: 10.4k ➺ genre & warnings: exes to lovers, angst and fluff, several implied sex scenes (mature/minors dni), making out ➺ synopsis: in which everything’s always been easy with shotaro—your friendship, your first kiss, and even your breakup. seven months after he left to chase a big career opportunity abroad, he’s back for his little sister’s birthday, and you’re invited to the party ➺ release: saturday, september 6, 2025 6:00 p.m. eastern time

As you sat on the train on your usual commute home from work, you felt your phone buzz in your hand, drawing your attention away from the passing views.

[taro 🤎: hey]

Your throat tightened at just the contact name. Your last texts before this were from over seven months ago, arranging for him to pick up a couple things he’d left at your place. That afternoon was somehow both a blur and permanently etched into your memory—he was a only here for a few hurried moments, in a rush because he was on his way to the airport to catch his flight, stepping past the threshold just enough to take the items and you in his arms, pressing a fleeting kiss to your temple, then running off with his things and without you, throwing you a goodbye over his shoulder.

[you: hey ?]

[taro 🤎: this is shotaro btw]

[you: lol i know, i didn’t delete your number]

[you: everything ok?]

[taro 🤎: attached image.]

[taro 🤎:  mayu asked to invite you]

You opened the picture to find that it was a colorful invitation to his little sister’s eighth birthday party next weekend at his parents’ house. You’d known her since she was born, having attended all her other birthdays and been around for her whole life. You were sure that this had all been very confusing for her. First quickly checking your calendar to make sure you didn’t have anything else that day, you then texted Shotaro back.

[you: aw omg i would LOVE to come!!]

[taro 🤎: she’ll be thrilled, thanks. i’ll let my parents know]

[you: we should talk first tho. are you free this weekend?]

You couldn’t sit still, anxiously pacing around your apartment and finding random things to tidy up over and over again. Shotaro was coming over today at your request—well, the meeting was your request, the location was his suggestion. You had expected to be scheduling a phone call around timezones and work schedules, but he was apparently already in town. When he asked to come over for your talk, you were a little wary, offering up a coffee shop or something, figuring that there was so much still lingering in this place, but he pointed out that some privacy would be nice. And that was hard to argue.

Really, no matter where you met, there would be so much still between you, around you. More than two decades of so much, overflowing the walls of anywhere that held the two of you.

The doorbell rang, and your stomach twisted. You hurried to open the door, glad that your jaw was already clenched tight or else your heart would’ve leapt right out of your mouth. This had been the longest you’d ever gone in your whole life without seeing Osaki Shotaro, and it felt like you were finally breathing air again when he smiled at you.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted you quietly but in an upbeat tone.

“Your hair’s longer…” You reached for the ends that were starting to cover his ears.

He let you mess with his hair, eyes never leaving yours. “Yeah, I’ve been meaning to get it cut.”

“I like it.” The words left your mouth before you could think about them, before you even realized they were a thought.

It was always so natural with Shotaro, so easy. You’d been practically of one mind for your whole lives. You always knew that you’d pick each other for group projects in school, and carpool to parties in college, and that you’d live together after the dorms. That’s why kissing him the first time had hardly taken a second thought, chatting late one night in his room in your tiny two-bedroom apartment, completely sober. Only a split second of surprise from him before he went back in for another, and another, and the conversation at hand was entirely forgotten. And when you moved on some time later from just kissing between bedsheets to out in public, holding hands, that had also been easy.

Which, you figure, is why it had been so easy to end up back here, under your sheets, Shotaro’s chest sticking to your back as his arm loosely encircled your waist.

“So that’s what you meant by ‘privacy,’” you joked breathlessly.

“And that’s what you meant by ‘talk’, hm?” He teased you right back.

“I missed you, Shotaro,” you admitted softly, turning onto your back so you could look at him. “And I don’t just mean like this, I mean—”

“I know.” He nodded and swallowed. “We’ve always been us, even before everything. I missed you too.”

“Do you want to try to be us again? Or, figure out what us, now looks like?” You suggested. “Because I don’t like it so far. Actually, I really hate it.”

He let out a breathy, cynical chuckle. “Same. Too lonely.”

“I want to hear all about how Italy has been treating you. And your new job.” You mustered up a smile. “You’ve got to show me pictures of all the cool places you’ve been.”

A phone rang from somewhere on the floor then, and Shotaro sighed. “Sorry, that’s me.” After scavenging his phone from amidst the mess of clothes, he stated regretfully, “It’s Sungchan…”

“Usually I’d say he can wait, but I’m sure he’s missed you too,” you said, a fond smirk tugging at the corner of your lip at the mention of Shotaro’s other best friend. You were number one, of course. The call rang to voicemail as he hastily pulled his clothes back on, you following at a much slower pace. You only had your big hoodie on as he was already heading for the door.

At the front door, you two lingered in the threshold for a moment, his hand hovering over the handle as his eyes scanned your features over and over again. You grabbed his shoulder, pulling him closer to peck his cheek.

“See you next week,” you promised. “Text me if you need something before, okay?”

“Yeah, next week.” He nodded. “See you then.”

Shotaro was already calling Sungchan as he was turning down the hall, and you watched his back until he disappeared into the stairwell.

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[starlightkun]

two shotaro fics i'm on my knees thanking you best writer ever genuinely as a shotaro girl i'm so happy :,)

i wasnt kidding when i said lucky/bbb shotaro altered the trajectory of my life......i havent been the same since

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hello starlightkun! i just recently found that you cross post on tumblr and ao3 but i have read every single one of your fics on ao3 and i just wanted to thank you <3

your fics are amazing, your ideas always surprise me as well :) so excited for this new shotaro fic as well!

i hope you are taking good care of yourself! make sure to stay healthy and happy!!

thank you so much once again for the beautiful (amazing, showstopping, wonderful, etc.) stories that you share with us. ive recently been looking for more shotaro fics and seeing that you are going to post another one is making me so happy.

i hope you have a lovely day and sorry for the long message! <3

hiiii yes im everywhere lol! tysm for reading everything. im also very excited for the new taro fic, i think hes just so darling in it tbh <33

never worry abt sending me an ask, i promise i've received asks much much longer than this and i cherish them all

[starlightkun]

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night dancer

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flight risk ➺ [teaser]

➺ teaser word count: 1038 | full fic: 10.4k ➺ genre & warnings: exes to lovers, angst and fluff, several implied sex scenes (mature/minors dni), making out ➺ synopsis: in which everything’s always been easy with shotaro—your friendship, your first kiss, and even your breakup. seven months after he left to chase a big career opportunity abroad, he’s back for his little sister’s birthday, and you’re invited to the party ➺ release: saturday, september 6, 2025 6:00 p.m. eastern time

As you sat on the train on your usual commute home from work, you felt your phone buzz in your hand, drawing your attention away from the passing views.

[taro 🤎: hey]

Your throat tightened at just the contact name. Your last texts before this were from over seven months ago, arranging for him to pick up a couple things he’d left at your place. That afternoon was somehow both a blur and permanently etched into your memory—he was a only here for a few hurried moments, in a rush because he was on his way to the airport to catch his flight, stepping past the threshold just enough to take the items and you in his arms, pressing a fleeting kiss to your temple, then running off with his things and without you, throwing you a goodbye over his shoulder.

[you: hey ?]

[taro 🤎: this is shotaro btw]

[you: lol i know, i didn’t delete your number]

[you: everything ok?]

[taro 🤎: attached image.]

[taro 🤎:  mayu asked to invite you]

You opened the picture to find that it was a colorful invitation to his little sister’s eighth birthday party next weekend at his parents’ house. You’d known her since she was born, having attended all her other birthdays and been around for her whole life. You were sure that this had all been very confusing for her. First quickly checking your calendar to make sure you didn’t have anything else that day, you then texted Shotaro back.

[you: aw omg i would LOVE to come!!]

[taro 🤎: she’ll be thrilled, thanks. i’ll let my parents know]

[you: we should talk first tho. are you free this weekend?]

You couldn’t sit still, anxiously pacing around your apartment and finding random things to tidy up over and over again. Shotaro was coming over today at your request—well, the meeting was your request, the location was his suggestion. You had expected to be scheduling a phone call around timezones and work schedules, but he was apparently already in town. When he asked to come over for your talk, you were a little wary, offering up a coffee shop or something, figuring that there was so much still lingering in this place, but he pointed out that some privacy would be nice. And that was hard to argue.

Really, no matter where you met, there would be so much still between you, around you. More than two decades of so much, overflowing the walls of anywhere that held the two of you.

The doorbell rang, and your stomach twisted. You hurried to open the door, glad that your jaw was already clenched tight or else your heart would’ve leapt right out of your mouth. This had been the longest you’d ever gone in your whole life without seeing Osaki Shotaro, and it felt like you were finally breathing air again when he smiled at you.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted you quietly but in an upbeat tone.

“Your hair’s longer…” You reached for the ends that were starting to cover his ears.

He let you mess with his hair, eyes never leaving yours. “Yeah, I’ve been meaning to get it cut.”

“I like it.” The words left your mouth before you could think about them, before you even realized they were a thought.

It was always so natural with Shotaro, so easy. You’d been practically of one mind for your whole lives. You always knew that you’d pick each other for group projects in school, and carpool to parties in college, and that you’d live together after the dorms. That’s why kissing him the first time had hardly taken a second thought, chatting late one night in his room in your tiny two-bedroom apartment, completely sober. Only a split second of surprise from him before he went back in for another, and another, and the conversation at hand was entirely forgotten. And when you moved on some time later from just kissing between bedsheets to out in public, holding hands, that had also been easy.

Which, you figure, is why it had been so easy to end up back here, under your sheets, Shotaro’s chest sticking to your back as his arm loosely encircled your waist.

“So that’s what you meant by ‘privacy,’” you joked breathlessly.

“And that’s what you meant by ‘talk’, hm?” He teased you right back.

“I missed you, Shotaro,” you admitted softly, turning onto your back so you could look at him. “And I don’t just mean like this, I mean—”

“I know.” He nodded and swallowed. “We’ve always been us, even before everything. I missed you too.”

“Do you want to try to be us again? Or, figure out what us, now looks like?” You suggested. “Because I don’t like it so far. Actually, I really hate it.”

He let out a breathy, cynical chuckle. “Same. Too lonely.”

“I want to hear all about how Italy has been treating you. And your new job.” You mustered up a smile. “You’ve got to show me pictures of all the cool places you’ve been.”

A phone rang from somewhere on the floor then, and Shotaro sighed. “Sorry, that’s me.” After scavenging his phone from amidst the mess of clothes, he stated regretfully, “It’s Sungchan…”

“Usually I’d say he can wait, but I’m sure he’s missed you too,” you said, a fond smirk tugging at the corner of your lip at the mention of Shotaro’s other best friend. You were number one, of course. The call rang to voicemail as he hastily pulled his clothes back on, you following at a much slower pace. You only had your big hoodie on as he was already heading for the door.

At the front door, you two lingered in the threshold for a moment, his hand hovering over the handle as his eyes scanned your features over and over again. You grabbed his shoulder, pulling him closer to peck his cheek.

“See you next week,” you promised. “Text me if you need something before, okay?”

“Yeah, next week.” He nodded. “See you then.”

Shotaro was already calling Sungchan as he was turning down the hall, and you watched his back until he disappeared into the stairwell.

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[starlightkun]

250608 riize instagram update

Zzz…#RIIZE #라이즈#SHOTARO #쇼타로#SUNGCHAN #성찬 #RISEandREALIZE #RIIZE_Odyssey #ODYSSEY

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250619: DOYOUNG 'BE MY LIGHT + MEMORY'

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Jellycat of the Day | 15th March 2025

↳ Amuseables Croissant (medium)

“A beautiful baked buddy.”