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Ꮺ . , SOHEE WITH HIS BIRTHDAY GIRL !!

NOTE FROM SENA , (this is a fic in a headcanon manner) def not my birthday today but here we go , MASTERLIST!!

i. THE BEGINNING OF A VIRTUAL LOVE STORY

You and Sohee met online through a mutual hobby group, bonding over late-night chats, silly memes, and a shared love for obscure indie bands.

You never thought anything serious would come of it, but before long, you were texting each other good morning and good night, sharing every little detail of your lives.

Sohee was shy but sweet, often confessing how much he wanted to meet you in person. “I wish I could hug you right now,” he’d text, accompanied by a photo of himself looking adorably soft in his oversized hoodie.

ii. ONLINE MOMENTS THAT BECAME SPECIAL

You both developed routines that kept the spark alive. Weekly video calls became sacred, even if Sohee sometimes got flustered and hid his face behind his hands when you complimented him.

During your virtual movie nights, he’d patiently sync up his screen with yours, ensuring you both hit play at the exact same time. “Don’t skip ahead!” he’d laugh if you got too excited.

On your rough days, he’d send you playlists he curated just for you. “This one’s for when you’re sad,” he explained once, sending a link with the note: ‘Track 5 reminds me of you.’

He once surprised you by sending a hand-written letter to your house. Inside was a Polaroid of him holding a sign that said, “You’re my favorite person.”

iii. THE CHALLENGES OF LONG-DISTANCE

Dating as teens made it tough to meet, especially with his busy trainee schedule and your own commitments. You’d often joke about flying to see him, but he’d nervously laugh, saying, “Maybe one day.”

Even when things got hard, you both stayed committed. “Five years isn’t that long,” he’d say during the harder nights. “I promise it’ll all be worth it.”

iv. YOUR BIRTHDAY BLUES

Now both 22 and independent, you’d been dating for five years without ever meeting in person. You often whined about wanting to see him, but Sohee always brushed it off, saying, “Not yet.”

On your birthday, you came home from work feeling miserable. Nobody at work remembered, and your boyfriend hadn’t texted all day, which was odd for him. You figured he must’ve been busy, but it still stung.

Opening the door to your house, you expected silence. Instead, you were greeted by cheers from your two best friends and your parents.

v. THE SURPRISE OF A LIFETIME

Your eyes landed on the cake first—small but beautifully decorated with your favorite colors. Then you noticed the figure standing beside it. Tall, with soft features and a shy smile you recognized instantly.

It was Sohee.

Your legs wobbled as your heart caught in your throat. “No way,” you whispered before running toward him. The moment his arms wrapped around you, you broke down, sobbing into his chest.

“You’re real,” you kept repeating, clutching him tightly. He laughed softly, resting his chin on your head. “Of course I’m real. Happy birthday, my love.”

vi. KEEPING IT PG-15

Your parents and friends looked on with fond smiles, so you had to keep the reunion as wholesome as possible. Still, Sohee’s hand lingered on your back, and you couldn’t stop staring at him in awe.

“You’re prettier in person,” you blurted out, earning a shy laugh as he scratched the back of his neck. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

Your friends teased you endlessly, taking photos of the two of you while your parents served cake.

vii. PARENTAL APPROVAL

After your friends left, Sohee spent time talking to your parents. He was polite and respectful, answering their questions about his career and your relationship.

By the end of the conversation, your mom smiled warmly. “He’s a keeper,” she whispered to you, making your heart flutter.

viii. THE QUIET AFTER THE CHAOS

That night, Sohee ended up in your room, sitting on the edge of your bed as you playfully punched his chest. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? I was so mad!”

He caught your hand mid-punch, holding it gently. “I didn’t want to ruin the surprise,” he said, looking at you with those soft, expressive eyes you’d only ever seen through a screen.

“Well, consider me surprised,” you mumbled, leaning against his shoulder.

ix. THE PERFECT END TO YOUR BDAY

You spent hours talking, laughing, and catching up in a way that felt completely new but also familiar.

Before he left to stay at a nearby hotel, he kissed your forehead, promising to make the next few days together unforgettable.

“Happy birthday,” he whispered one last time before stepping out, leaving you with a heart so full you thought it might burst.

x. FINALLY TOGETHER

That birthday marked the start of a new chapter in your relationship. No more screen barriers, no more longing from afar—just you and Sohee, finally together, making up for lost time.

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Ꮺ . , IDOL EUNSEOK WITH IDOL READER !!

NOTE FROM SENA , (this is a fic in a headcanon manner) my blog was filled with nsfw stuff so here's something fluffy fluffy headcanon fic , MASTERLIST!!

i. TRAINEE DAYS : THE QUIET START

You met Eunseok during your early trainee days at SM Ent. He was kind, soft-spoken, and always the first to help you with choreography or vocal practice.

While most trainees were focused on their own progress, Eunseok went out of his way to make you feel comfortable, offering tips and encouragement when you felt overwhelmed.

It was during those late-night practices when he realized he liked you—watching how hard you worked, how determined you were despite the pressures. But he kept it to himself, Thinking it was just a passing crush.

ii. THE POST DEBUT REALISATION

After Eunseok debuted with Riize, his feelings for you only grew stronger. The distance created by his busy schedule and rising fame made him realize just how much he missed having you around.

He’d text you between schedules, always pretending to be casual: “How’s practice? Don’t overwork yourself.” Or “Did you eat today? I hope you’re taking care of yourself.”

In truth, he checked his phone way too often, waiting for your replies, which he’d always read with a small, secret smile.

iii. TRYING TO HIDE HIS CRUSH

Eunseok prided himself on being discreet, but his friends (and fans) weren’t buying it.

During interviews, his members teased him about how he’d “light up” whenever your name or group was mentioned. He’d stammer and try to play it cool, but the pink tint on his cheeks always gave him away.

“We’re just friends!” he’d insist, but the other members knew better. “Sure, Eunseok. Friends don’t stay up late voting for their ‘friend’s’ group on music shows.”

iv. YOUR DEBUT AND HIS FANBOYING

When your group debuted, Eunseok couldn’t contain his excitement. He was the first to shout out your group during a live, praising your song and performance.

“Their choreography? Amazing. Their vocals? Insane. The visuals? Don’t even get me started.”

Fans noticed how animated he became whenever your group was mentioned, dubbing him your unofficial “biggest fan.”

His members teased him relentlessly. “You bought five lightsticks for her group, bro. Are you okay?”

v. LIGHTSTICK CHEERLEADER

In private, Eunseok took his support to the next level. During video calls, he’d wave your group’s lightstick enthusiastically, grinning like a proud fanboy.

“See? I told you I’m your biggest fan,” he’d joke, but the sincerity in his eyes made your heart flutter.

On tougher days, he’d send you encouraging messages: “You’re doing amazing. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

vi. WINNING OVER YOUR FAMILY

When he got the chance to meet your family, Eunseok’s good manners and respectful attitude won them over instantly.

Your mom adored him, calling him “such a sweet boy,” and your siblings (if you had any) teased you endlessly about how “perfect” he was.

Eunseok would blush at the compliments but secretly feel proud knowing your family liked him.

vii. FANS CALLING HIM OUT

During lives, fans would spam him with questions about you. “Eunseok, do you like y/n?”

He’d try to laugh it off, responding vaguely: “What? No! We’re just friends!” But his ears would turn red, giving him away.

If a member teased him during a live, saying something like, “Eunseok, isn’t y/n your ideal type?” he’d go silent, flustered but smiling.

viii. THE SECRET RELATIONSHIP

Despite SM’s no-dating rule, Eunseok couldn’t help but pursue a relationship with you. It started subtly—late-night texts turning into secret coffee dates, quiet moments shared in practice rooms, and whispered promises to keep things under wraps.

He was incredibly protective, always acting like just a friend in public. He’d avoid any unnecessary interactions that might spark rumors but made sure you knew how much he cared behind the scenes.

“I’ll always be here for you,” he’d say softly during your late-night calls. “Even if we have to keep this quiet, I’ll make sure you never feel alone.”

ix. BLUSHING WHEN CONFRONTED

Eunseok couldn’t hide his feelings completely. Whenever someone directly mentioned his crush (especially during lives or interviews), he’d freeze, his face turning bright red.

“Eunseok, are you dating y/n?”

“W-What?! No! I—uh… next question?”

Fans thought his reactions were adorable, flooding social media with clips of him blushing.

x. BALANCING FAME AND LOVE

Eunseok handled the challenges of a secret relationship with surprising maturity. He never let his feelings for you interfere with his career but always found ways to show you, you were his priority.

Whether it was sneaking into your fan signs to cheer you on or secretly slipping you handwritten notes during events, Eunseok made sure you felt loved, even if the world couldn’t know.

“I don’t care how long we have to keep this a secret,” he once told you. “As long as we’re together, that’s all that matters.”

xi. DELULU FANS

To the fans who shipped him with other idols, Eunseok remained calm and polite, never giving them more than a friendly smile. But deep down, he hated seeing you feel insecure because of it.

“Don’t listen to them,” he’d reassure you. “You’re the only one I care about.”

He’d go out of his way to subtly support you, wearing your group’s merch or mentioning your group’s achievements in interviews—anything to remind the world how proud he was of you.

xii. THE HAPPILY EVER AFTER

Though your relationship stayed under wraps, those who knew about it admired how deeply Eunseok cared for you. His love was quiet but unwavering, a constant source of strength in your hectic idol lives.

And whenever the pressure became too much, Eunseok was always there—your biggest fan, your secret boyfriend, And your greatest support.

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Ꮺ . , I HATE PINK , S.MT !

PAIRING: best friend ! matthew × afab reader. SYNOPSIS: have been friends with matthew ever since childhood you hated the fact that he never saw you in a romantic way but you had made up your mind to make him notice you in another light this time. [THIS WAS REQUESTED] GENRE: fluff. WORD COUNT: 984 [LIBRARY]

“Hey! Why are you ignoring me?” you tap Matthew’s shoulder, frowning at the way he barely glances up from his phone. The thing you hate most about him is this—how completely nonchalant he is about everything, especially when you’re clearly annoyed. Doesn’t he realize how much it stings to feel ignored by your favorite person in the world?

He hums in acknowledgment but doesn’t look up. What hurts even more is the soft smile on his face—not for you, but likely for some girl in his DMs asking him why he’s so handsome or if he’s single.

“What?” he asks when you snatch his phone away. His raised eyebrow screams indifference, and it only fuels your frustration.

“What what?” you snap, glaring up at him. “Why are you so desperate for love? For a girlfriend? Am I boring now or something?”

You’re practically vibrating with indignation, standing on the edge of the bridge and glaring up at him like an ant squaring off against a giraffe. He sighs, tilting his head lazily.

“Easy for you to say,” he mutters, clearly unimpressed. “You’ve got a million friends, people hitting on you left and right. Me? I have none, Y/N. Not everyone’s as lucky as you.”

The snark in his voice makes you want to throttle him. “Such a loser,” you mumble, huffing. But then, in a moment of reckless honesty, the words spill out before you can stop them.

“I do like you, you idiot. Not that you’d even notice.”

You freeze as the weight of your confession settles between you both. Your cheeks flush, and suddenly, you’re stumbling backward, your foot slipping dangerously close to the edge of the bridge.

Before you can fully process what’s happening, Matthew’s arm wraps tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your heart races as your face collides with his shoulder, his cologne invading your senses and making your knees weak. His phone is still clutched awkwardly in your hand.

A loud cough interrupts the moment, and you both pull apart quickly. It’s your mutual friend trailing behind, looking all too smug as they pretend not to have witnessed the scene. You shove Matthew’s phone back at him, mumbling something incoherent, and the two of you start walking home in complete silence.

The tension is unbearable, thick and awkward in a way it’s never been before. You curse yourself silently for ruining the easy, comfortable dynamic you’ve always had. Matthew stays quiet too, his hands stuffed in his pockets, but every so often, you catch him glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.

It’s painfully awkward, yet somehow… it doesn’t feel bad.

You and Matthew could share anything embarrassing with each other, no matter how ridiculous it was. But this? This was different. It was weird in ways you couldn’t put into words. Sure, you’d once showered together as kids—innocent and carefree—but now, the air between you was heavy with unspoken feelings. And for days, neither of you brought up your accidental confession.

That is, until you see him. Talking to another girl.

Her hand rests casually on his shoulder, her eyes wide and blinking at him like he’s the most fascinating thing on the planet. Your chest tightens, a feeling somewhere between betrayal and frustration creeping in. You hadn’t expected Matthew to avoid the topic forever, but this? Letting someone else flirt with him? It stings.

The logical thing to do would’ve been to walk away, to leave him be. But logic has never been your strong suit. So instead, you storm over, glaring daggers at the girl until she backs off. Matthew stands there awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

“Hey, she—” he starts, but you cut him off.

“You piece of shit!” you yell, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. “You decided to ditch me for that chick?!”

Matthew looks at you, stunned, his mouth half-open as you barrel forward.

“I FUCKING HATE YOU, SEOK MATTHEW! Could you not just reject me instead of rubbing it in my face by flirting with someone else? Do you not realize how much I LOVE YOU?! Do you not see how much it hurts when you add random girls on Insta? When you get so desperate for a girlfriend even though I’M RIGHT HERE?! AM I NOT GIRLFRIEND MATERIAL?! AM I JUST BEST FRIEND MATERIAL?! WHY, SEOK MATTHEW?!”

Your voice shakes with the effort, your chest heaving from yelling so hard. Matthew stands frozen, his eyes wide as the weight of your words settles over him.

“Umm… well… I like you too,” he finally stammers, rubbing the back of his neck. His voice is hesitant, almost shy. “Like… I thought you had better options…”

His words hit you like a bucket of cold water. You grab his shoulders, forcing him to look at you. Your eyes narrow, searching his face for any hint of doubt.

“When did I ever give you the impression I wanted anyone else?” you mutter, your voice low but firm. He blinks rapidly, his gaze darting anywhere but your face.

“I-I thought I had no choice,” he mumbles awkwardly, but before he can say more, you throw your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug.

“Then it’s final,” you declare, your voice muffled against his chest. “You’re dating me. No choice left. I waited for so long, and I’m not waiting anymore.”

Matthew stiffens at first, but when you mention going to “someone else,” he immediately tenses, his arms tightening around you.

“I won’t, okay?” you reassure him with a soft laugh, pulling back just enough to look at his face. “But I hate you as much as you hate pink for not confessing first.”

He smiles sheepishly, his ears burning red as he mutters, “I don’t hate pink that much…”

“Exactly,” you tease, resting your head against his shoulder with a satisfied sigh.

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Ꮺ . , A PART OF HIS HEART , J.SC !

PAIRING: secret bf ! sungchan × gf ! afab reader. SYNOPSIS: all your life you were made to believe that you weren't enough, that you weren't supposed to be loved but your boyfriend had his ways of making you forget all of that. GENRE: really really angsty, the reader is highly insecure and has a panic attack, sungchan comforting the reader. WORD COUNT: 1K [LIBRARY]

Another day passes with the weight of avoidance pressing down on you. If your parents ever found out that you lied about having a stomach ache to skip college, they'd unleash a flood of lectures, sharp and unrelenting. But they’d never pause to ask why. They’d never dig beneath the surface to understand what’s really wrong. And that’s what stings most—how much you want to snap back and make them see you for once.

Someone who might care, truly care, is Sungchan. But even he doesn’t know. You’ve been dodging his messages, letting your phone buzz and go unanswered. It’s not that you don’t want to talk to him—it’s that you can’t. Motivation feels like a stranger. The idea of reaching out, of forming words, feels impossible. You can’t even summon the will to leave your bed, much less pretend everything’s fine.

You’re still wrapped in yesterday’s clothes, tangled in sheets that feel heavier than they should. The mirror across the room reflects someone you barely recognize. Messy hair, dark circles, a visible tiredness that no one would want to look at twice. You know you’re a disaster. You’ve told yourself a hundred times today alone.

Life doesn’t feel like life anymore—it feels like a task. A long, monotonous list of things you’re supposed to do but can’t bring yourself to care about. You convince yourself that not talking to Sungchan is better this way. Why burden him with this version of you? He deserves someone brighter, someone whole. Someone you’ll never be.

Maybe it’s the loneliness that eats at you, or maybe it’s the hollow echo of years spent without hearing your parents say, “I’m proud of you,” without strings attached. Sure, they provided for you, but love? That always felt transactional. A box you could never check.

You were always there, but never really chosen. And it hurts more than you’d ever admit.

You’re too lost in your spiraling thoughts to notice the soft knock at your window. It comes again, sharper this time, pulling you out of your haze. Hesitantly, you open it, not expecting much—but then Sungchan climbs in, landing with a quiet thud. He looks like something out of a drama, the lead who’d do anything to reach the person he loves.

Before you can even speak, his arms wrap tightly around you, and your face presses against his chest. His warmth, his presence, is so overwhelming that it cracks something inside you. The tears come before you even realize it, your facade crumbling as sobs spill out. His hand cups the back of your head, his voice low and soothing as he whispers, “I was so worried.”

He pulls you closer, as if he can shield you from whatever storm rages inside. And maybe it’s the fact that he showed up, or that he doesn’t care how disheveled and broken you look—but something about his sincerity breaks you further.

“Why didn’t you show up? Are you okay?” he asks softly, his hands framing your tear-streaked face. His eyes hold nothing but concern, and that tenderness makes the guilt unbearable. You try to answer, but the words stick in your throat, and all you can do is collapse into his chest, trembling as your sobs grow louder. His hand moves to your back, gentle and steady, grounding you as he murmurs, “What’s wrong, baby? Talk to me. We’ll figure it out together, okay?”

Your knees threaten to give out, weakened by the weight of everything you’ve been carrying and the neglect you’ve inflicted on yourself. He holds you steady, but his gaze flickers over the dark circles under your eyes and the frailty of your frame. He doesn’t say anything about it, but you know he notices.

Through broken breaths, you finally force the words out. “It feels… I feel empty. I can’t even make myself do the simplest things anymore.” The admission leaves you raw, exposed. He listens, his hand still softly patting your back, urging you to keep going.

“Sungchan, I can’t help it,” you choke out, tears spilling faster. “I feel like everyone is so much better than me. I’m just… just nothing. Dumb, useless. People say ugly ones at least have grades or something going for them, but I have neither. I’m nothing.”

Your voice cracks with every word, so broken it feels like it might shatter completely. His silence is heavy but not empty. His heart aches with every word you say, every tear you shed. He pulls you closer, his grip tightening, as if holding you could stitch your pieces back together.

“You’re not ugly, baby… and who said you’re dumb?” Sungchan’s voice breaks slightly as he holds you tighter, his arms a fortress around your trembling form. “God, I’m such a bad boyfriend. How did I not see that you were suffering?” His words carry the weight of his own guilt, his sniffles betraying the emotion he’s trying to keep in check.

“I’m so sorry,” you whisper, your voice barely audible, as if it might shatter under the weight of everything unsaid. You pull back slightly, wiping at your tear-streaked face with shaking hands. “I shouldn’t… I haven’t even bathed. I don’t want to dirty you.”

But that only makes him cling to you more, his arms wrapping around you with even more determination, as though he can shield you from the cruel thoughts in your mind. He sighs, the sound heavy with pain, as his hand strokes your back. “I love you so much,” he murmurs, his voice soft but steady. “You’re not dumb. You’re not ugly. You’re everything I want. And it’s breaking my heart to hear you call the person I love so much names she doesn’t deserve. Please don’t do it. Please.”

His words are like a lifeline, but they also cut deep. You sob harder, your body trembling against his as the guilt bubbles up again. How could you have ghosted him? How could you have doubted his care? You thought he’d judge you, thought he’d see the mess you’ve become and turn away. But here he is, holding you like none of it matters.

And maybe, in this moment, it doesn’t. Because he’s here, proving with every word and every touch that you are worth it. Even if you can’t believe it, even if the weight of your thoughts still lingers, the way he holds you makes it clear—he does. And that’s enough, even if just for now.

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can i be added to your taglist please??

Which one sweetie? The zb1 one? The riize one? Or both? :3

(extremely sorry for replying to this soooooo late)

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i miss you :(

I missed y’all pookiez too 🥹

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Ꮺ . , THROUGH UPS & DOWNS , L.CY !

PAIRING: bf ! anton × gf ! afab reader. SYNOPSIS: you always managed to pull yourself up out of breakdowns or sadder parts of life but you never once imagined someone creating a fuss to take care of you through your downs. [REQUESTED] . . . . . . GENRE: #comfort core, fic. WORD COUNT: 1k [LIBRARY]

You and Anton have been together for years, long enough to trust him with everything—well, almost everything. Moving in together felt right at the time, but lately, you’ve been questioning whether that was a mistake. Some days are good, some are bad, but the worst ones? The ones like today? Those are the hardest because you don’t even have the energy to pretend you’re okay.

Maybe it’s the fact that no matter how many job applications you send, no one seems to want you. Maybe it’s that sinking feeling that you’re not just struggling—you’re a burden. No, scratch that. You are a burden. Full stop.

Still, you push yourself to keep going. Just one foot in front of the other. You grip the door handle, take a shaky breath, and step inside.

Anton is there, standing in the middle of the living room like he’s been waiting for you. His face lights up when he sees you, but that stupidly proud smile of his only makes everything worse. How the hell can he still look at you like that when you’re contributing nothing?

“Hey…” His voice is soft, but his brows pinch together in concern. “You look—uh, kind of out of it. You okay?”

And that’s it. That’s the last fucking straw.

Your bag slips from your fingers, hitting the floor with a dull thud as you practically throw yourself at him. Your arms wrap around his torso, your face burying into his chest as the sobs hit you full force. Ugly, shaking, can’t-breathe kind of crying.

Anton doesn’t even flinch. No awkward hesitation, no stiff pat on the back like he’s comforting a coworker or some shit. His arms immediately close around you, holding you tight like he’s physically trying to keep you from falling apart.

“Hey, hey… Shh, I got you,” he soothes, rubbing slow circles into your back. “It’s okay. I’m here. Everything’s gonna be okay.”

You want to believe him. You really do. But all you can focus on is how your breathing is coming in short, shaky bursts, how your fingers are gripping his shirt like he’s the only thing keeping you tethered to the ground.

What fcks you up the most, though? The fact that he doesn’t care. Not in a bad way, but in a way that makes your chest ache. You’re standing here, falling apart—messy, broken, so not okay—and yet, he’s holding you like you’re still worth something. Like he’d do this a thousand times over if it meant you didn’t have to go through it alone.

And maybe… just maybe… that’s enough for now.

“C’mere, let’s sit and talk, yeah? Nothing’s wrong, especially when I’m here.”

Anton doesn’t wait for you to agree—he just scoops you up like you weigh nothing, and you cling to him like a damn koala, arms wrapped tight around his shoulders. He settles onto the couch, pulling you onto his lap, but before you can bury yourself back into his chest, he gently tilts your face up, wiping away your tears with his thumb. Not that it does much, since they just keep coming.

You sniffle, taking a shaky breath. “I can’t find a job… And I don’t want to stay financially dependent on you. I don’t want to be a burden. Everybody’s so mean. Jiah won’t even talk to me anymore because she thinks it’s embarrassing to be seen with me.” Your voice cracks, but you force the words out anyway. “Are you… Are you embarrassed of me too?”

For a moment, he just looks at you, his hands steady on your waist, his eyes soft but serious. And then, instead of answering, he leans in and kisses you. Slow, deep, like he’s trying to get you to shut up in the most effective way possible. His lips move against yours in a way that makes your heart stumble in your chest, and when he finally pulls back, you’re breathless and blinking at him like an idiot.

Anton smirks a little, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “First of all,” he starts, his voice firm but warm, “just because you aren’t getting a job right now doesn’t mean you’re dumb. It just means there aren’t enough of them. That’s not your fault. Second, you are not a burden to me. But since I know how much this is bothering you, why don’t you look for something temporary? Editing, content writing—there are tons of online jobs that could work until you figure out what you really want to do.”

He pauses, letting that sink in before he continues. “And Jiah? That’s her problem, not yours. She should be embarrassed of herself for acting like that. I’m just proud that my baby spoke up about it.”

It’s a lot. A mix of advice, comfort, and pure tonie logic, but somehow, it actually helps. You feel… lighter. Like maybe the weight on your chest isn’t crushing you as much.

And just when you think you couldn’t feel more relieved, he adds, “Besides, I’m gonna marry you anyway, whether you’re ‘successful’ or not, no matter what other people think.”

You blink at him. “Wait, what?”

Anton just grins, pressing a kiss to the top of your head like he didn’t just casually say something that could actually give you a mini heart attack. “You heard me.”

Your heart is a mess—pounding, fluttering, tripping over itself—but his hands are steady as he cups your face, wiping away the lingering tears with his thumbs. His touch is so gentle, it makes your chest ache in a different way.

“Does it feel better now?” he murmurs. “Now you know… sharing is way better than keeping it all bottled up?”

You sigh, letting your head rest against his chest, listening to the steady, calming rhythm of his heartbeat. “Yeah,” you admit, voice quiet but honest. “I think… I think I’ll share every time I feel sad from now on.”

Anton hums, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “You better,” he mutters. “Because I’ll always be here for my pretty girl.”

He tightens his arms around you, rocking you gently like it’s the easiest thing in the world to hold you together when you feel like falling apart. And for the first time in a while, you actually believe it.

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SENA’S NOTE : this is the second and third idea mixed together and might not have been a perfect execution of the request.. but I believe it's still better than posting nothing.. so thank you for requesting. ;0;

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good luck w your exams🩷🩷🩷 you will be missed !!! do what’s best for you !

THEY WENT WELL (THE PRACTICALS) THANK YOU FOR THE ASK THO, LOTS OF LOVE FROM ME TO YOU 🥹💓

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◟◞ HIATUS ANNOUNCEMENT . 𖥻 ‼️ ִ ۫ ་

Keeping this short : This might have been somewhat expected because I've been really inactive these days. The writer's block doesn't help either. And with medical exams coming up, I really need to decrease my phone usage. So, I won't be active for a while but I will still post fics in between when I can. Thank you.

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I know this sounds dumb but I'm genuinely curious, do you set time to write specific genre?

Not dumb at all and about the answer 😬

If I'm meaning to write angsty fic—i write it when I'm in a bad mood so that I don't have to think much. For a fluff fic, i just watch some rom-com shows on the web for motivation. For smut—no schedule at all. I write whenever I get the urge to write 🤷🏻‍♀️

hope that answers your question nonie 💗

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HAO BF HCSSS 🙏🙏🙏

Hi, I don't do bf headcanons unless it's specific. I only did the last one because it was sent months ago even before I made the rules. You can refer to THIS before sending a request. (Besides the asks are closed for some time TT?!) Have a nice day tho.

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BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK HEADCANONS!!

001. SFW SECTION

BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK ! who stumbles over his words when expressing romantic feelings, but if someone messes with you, his protective side kicks in effortlessly.

BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK ! prefers subtle acts of love, like slipping a handwritten note into your bag or making sure your favourite snacks are always stocked.

BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK ! who’s serious about his goals but always makes time for you, scheduling “you time” into his busy life like it's the most important appointment of the week.

BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK ! who's extroverted streak will surprise you with random road trips or impromptu café hopping when he’s feeling energetic.

BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK ! who might suggest studying together or working on personal projects side-by-side, motivated by the idea of growing together.

BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK ! who’s secretly trying to master cooking your favorite dish so he can impress you during cozy home dates.

BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK ! who might overanalyze texts or gestures, worrying he’s not doing enough for you, even though you’re perfectly happy.

BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK ! who loves doing things for you, like fixing something in your room or helping with errands, but gets adorably flustered if he messes up.

BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK ! who loves cuddling while binge-watching your favorite shows.

BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK ! who keeps little mementos from your dates—movie tickets, pressed flowers, or even random doodles you gave him.

BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK ! who believes saturdays are reserved for coffee shop mornings where he orders for both of you.

BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK ! who randomly gets into motivational speeches when you’re feeling down: “you can definitely do this. remember how you aced that last thing? you’re unstoppable.”

BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK ! who will attempt to fix your tech issues with all the confidence of an IT professional, only to accidentally open a hundred tabs and sheepishly admit defeat.

BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK ! who will write a cheesy song inspired by you but refuses to sing it in front of anyone except you. Bonus: it’s actually good.

BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK ! who comes home after the gym and lifts you up like a dumbbell to show off, giggling the whole time.

002. NSFW SECTION

BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK ! who's a bit grey when it comes to morals because most of the time he would just want to speed up, eventually making the neighbors jealous from the sounds of your coupling.

BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK ! who believes that a relationship should always be 50/50: him leaving lots of hickeys on your body while you scratch your name with your nails on his back.

BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK ! who would most likely moan “you’re my fuckin’ girl.” “all mine.” while pumping multiple loads of cum inside your pussy.

BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK ! who starts a slow kiss with just the intention of relieving some stress, soon turns it into an aggressive make out session while you both moan in each other's mouths.

BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK ! who when missing you, clearly shows with the way he fills you with his cum while repeating “missed you s’much” over and over again til he's done.

BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK ! who loves to tease you by holding your face down on the bed with your ass up in the air as he only rubs the head of his hard throbbing cock (making you beg for him to start.)

BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK ! who slips his fingers back in after you've both finished and then tells you to “open up” so that you can taste both of you.

BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK ! who forces you to keep the eye contact with him while his dick twitches deep inside you.

BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK ! who kisses your back while in doggy style.

BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK ! who grabs your hips when you're on top of him and helps you bounce on it.

BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK ! who prefers to take you in ‘cowgirl’ because he loves to see your tits bounce.

BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK ! who’s most likely to grab your hips, bend you over, and eat you out from behind.

BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK ! who makes the make out sessions slow and sloppy followed by whispered praises, “my pretty baby”, “you’re so beautiful.”

BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK ! who fucks you so good that you get wet the next day just thinking about it. (because how could you forget the way he left kisses on your pussy after making you cum?)

BOYFRIEND GUNWOOK ! who won't let you go until you finish too because that's what gentlemen do.

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bf gunwook headcanons🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

You probably might not see this nonie because this ask was sent months ago—ehm so—I actually might post it soon 🥲💀

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hellos these are the asks 🥹 (and yes they’re anton related - boy got me bias wrecking HARD these days)

- imagine where you and anton are in a big fight and how you guys would make up afterwards, super curious as to how anton would go about it due to his soft boy nature

- imagine where you are kinda closed off, tend to not really express emotions such as sadness but you’re having a particularly hard time one day and he notices and wants to help you (totally not self-indulgent)

- imagine where your anxiety is acting up (totally not self-indulgent again 😫)

if any of these are too uncomfortable for you to write i totally understand 🩵

idk when you’ll read this ask but i hope your exams will/did go amazingly well!!

lots of love 🫶

Not really uncomfortable for me to write, so, don't worry <3

I think I'll add the second + third idea in one fic so that it's longer and not repetitive. And I actually enjoy writing comfort so, thank you for sending the ask dreamie and also the wish :) it went well, i hope you had/have an amazing day as well.

sending love back 💌🧸

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ꣀ꣒ ASKING RIIZE — HOW MANY KIDS THEY WANT? . . 리제 ☁︎

pairing, riize × afab reader . . . genre, scenario(s), fluff, reactions . . . word count, 190-240 each . . . [LIBRARY]

SHOTARO . . . ✦

The warm glow of amusement park lights flittered behind you as you wrapped an arm around his shoulder, and the faint smell of popcorn and candy still clung in the air. Shotaro kept stride with you, both of you laughing over something silly said on the Ferris wheel. It was perfect-till the shrill wail sliced the evening. There ahead, was a toddler on the blacktop, face crunched and red, crying as loud as the park's coasters. The parents, as frantic as ever, struggled to calm the storm. Shotaro stopped, cocking his head in curious amusement. “Damn,” he muttered, popping another mouthful of cotton candy into his mouth. “Kids are something else.” You had to swallow a chuckle at the shifting expressions on his face as he alternated between pity for the kids and mutely applauding the parents' endurance.

Boldly, you jabbed him with your shoulder. “So, just how many do you think you could handle?” Though it was a light statement, you felt the flutter of interest in your heart. Shotaro raised an eyebrow and looked from the wailing child to the now-defeated pair of parents. After a calculated pause, he pointed at the scene, as if he were investigating a crime. “After that show?” He shook his head and shivered with distaste. “Definitely one. Maximum.” You burst into a fit of laughter; big, uncontrollable laughter that sent waves of pain into your tear ducts. “What? One? You are a brave soul!” you teased, leaning against him as he walked, both of you light and putting that laughter behind you.

EUNSEOK . . . ✦

“Stop staring,” sighed Eunseok, blush creeping up his arms as he arrogantly crossed them over his bare chest before finally looking at you. You remained transfixed on his warm skin, one hand upon it and your eyes tracing the defined contours of his body like an artist appreciating their artistic masterpiece. He squirmed in discomfort under your gaze and tried—but failed—to look annoyed. “Really?” he asked. “Do you really want to look at me like that?” You smiled mischievously, tilting your head to the side. “I can't help it. You're a distraction.” Eunseok opened his mouth, ready to respond, but you forestalled him by making a bold declaration. “I can't wait to have babies with you.”

Eunseok's eyes widened, a surprised cough coming out of him. “B-babies? Right now? Why are we talking about that?” . . . “Why not?” You winked, shrugging it off. “How many do you think you want?” He kept his eyes narrowed, the corner of his lips twitching, clearly choosing to reverse the question. “How many do you want?” You arched an eyebrow. “I asked first.” His lips stretched into a coy smirk as he relented. He slipped one arm around your waist and pulled you into his arms, the heat of his body sending chills through you. “Three” he murmured teasingly just above a whisper. He moved closer. His lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, “But now we have to work for it.”

SUNGCHAN . . . ✦

Your head rested gently on Sungchan’s lap as the relaxed light of the TV illuminated his expression on the news. His long fingers ran over your hair in an idle caress, but he paid little attention, one hand holding a half-eaten chip poised between his lips. “Baby?” you called softly, breaking the silence. “Hmm?” he hummed, absentmindedly chewing. You hesitated, but a playful smile appeared on your face before you asked, “How many kids do you want?” That question was surely like a curve ball. Sungchan was choked, seated backward as he hastily pulled his drink to his mouth. A few awkward little coughs preceded a moment of silence during which he averted his gaze aimlessly, towards the TV just to look casual.

“Uh...” he started, his ears slightly red. “Honestly?If you are their mom... I think I can deal with three troublemakers.” You raised an eyebrow, your lips quirking into amusement as you cocked your head back to regard him. “Three? Sounds like far too much trouble.” He looked down at you, his lips curling in a boyish grin around his most recently commandeered chip. “Yeah?” he drawled. “Don't worry, I'll be there to help. But if that's still too much trouble...” He hesitated, his gaze softening before he continued, “Two should be okay--but only if it's with you.” Your heart raced, warm laughter escaping your lips. “Smooth.”

WONBIN . . . ✦

“Wonbin. Wonbin. Wonbin. Wonbin.” You repeated his name like a mantra, pressing soft, rapid-fire kisses to his cheeks. His brows were furrowed, lips in a stubborn pout, but you could see the cracks forming in his resolve. This was your apology—a clumsy but heartfelt attempt to fix the mess you’d made. After all, you’d let jealousy get the better of you and accused him unfairly, making him feel like he didn’t matter to you. And now? Now you were desperate to make it right. He let out an exasperated sigh, still refusing to meet your eyes. His silence felt heavier than it should, and it made your heart ache. So, you tried the only thing you thought could soften him.

“How many kids do you want?” you asked, your tone gentle but tinged with hope. That caught his attention. His eyes widened, and he blinked at you as if you’d just suggested you run away together. “What?” he asked, clearly caught off guard. You bit your lip, shifting closer. “How many kids do you want? With me?” For a moment, he just stared, the remnants of his irritation fading away as he registered your words. Though he’d always sworn kids weren’t his thing, the thought of little versions of you two made him smile—just a little. “Two,” he finally said, his voice soft but sure.

SEUNGHAN . . . ✦

“Seunghan,” you nudged him gently, watching as his gaze remained fixed on his niece, who was playing with her dolls a few feet away. His soft smile made your heart ache in the best way. You knew it was the perfect moment to ask the question that had been swirling in your mind for months. “How many kids do you want?” He didn’t look startled, not even a little. Of course he wouldn’t be—this was Seunghan, after all. The two of you had already talked about everything from shared bank accounts to paint colors for your dream home. He simply turned his head toward you, his expression thoughtful as he looked back at his niece. It was as if he was imagining a little one of your own—a blend of you and him, running around and filling your future with joy.

Finally, his lips curved into a shy smile, and he whipped his head back toward you. “three…?” he said tentatively, his tone laced with both excitement and hesitation. “Would that be too much?” You laughed softly, touched by the way he valued your opinion. “I guess that depends on how stable we are in the future. But sure, three sounds good.” Before you could tease him further, Seunghan leaned forward, lips aimed for a kiss. You quickly dodged, pointing toward his niece as a reminder that she was still watching. She tilted her head, utterly baffled by the interaction, while the two of you burst into laughter, the warmth between you unspoken yet undeniable.

SOHEE . . . ✦

Sohee’s head snapped to the side, his cheeks glowing a rosy pink, as he overheard your conversation with a friend on the phone. You were casually chatting about wanting kids in the future—pretty normal stuff. But to him? It was anything but normal. His heart raced, and his shyness bloomed like wildfire. When you noticed his flustered state, you raised an eyebrow, stifling a grin. Ending the call with a quick excuse, you turned to him, unable to hold back your laughter. “Stop laughing,” Sohee grumbled, grabbing a nearby pillow and tossing it in your direction. It landed squarely on your face, earning a surprised yelp from you. Rubbing your nose where it hit, you chuckled even harder. “How can I stop when my boyfriend gets this shy... just at baby talk?” you teased, your tone light and playful.

He groaned, burying his face in his hands to hide the growing blush. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, but his pout only made him cuter. Deciding to push him further, you leaned forward, smirking. “Alright then, Mr. Lee. How many kids do you want?” He peeked at you through his fingers, raising an eyebrow as if trying to gauge if you were serious. When he realized you were, he sighed, brushing at his reddened cheeks. “Umm… one?” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. You grinned, walking up to him and planting a soft peck on his lips. “Good choice, Mr. Lee,” you whispered against his skin, your smile infectious. His shyness only deepened, but the small smile tugging at his lips told you he didn’t mind one bit.

ANTON . . . ✦

You were sprawled across Anton’s chest, his heartbeat steady under your ear as Squid Game season two played on the TV. He was fully engrossed, his eyes fixed on the screen, while you, having already watched it, found more entertainment in teasing him. “Come on, you can watch it later,” you whined, pressing a kiss to his neck. When that earned only a distracted hum, you tried again, a sly grin on your lips. “Baby... if you don’t pay attention to me, I’ll spoil what happens next.” That got his attention—a sharp glare that made you laugh, but still, he didn’t budge. You sighed dramatically, as if you were truly suffering, before trying a different tactic.

“Okay then, dummy,” you began, your tone playful, “how many kids do you want?” That did it. His focus snapped to you, brow quirking at your seemingly random question. “What an odd thing to ask while I’m watching a show,” he muttered. But then his lips softened, and without hesitation, he added, “One.” Your heart skipped at the ease of his answer. He’d clearly thought about it before, the way he said it so certain, so natural. You lightly smacked his chest, burying your face into him to hide your grin. Even if his eyes drifted back to the screen, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist. And when he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, it felt like his way of saying, I’ve imagined our future too.

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hiie!! are you taking in any requests??

if yes, then could you make a riize fic similar to your enhypen's one? the one of "asking how many kids they would want"?

if not, then no problem

thank you <33

I'm not taking new requests currently but I had the riize version in my drafts which is why I'll be posting it. Thank you for asking tho, have a nice day :) 💓