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I ended up taking a health break (oopsies) because I've lowkey been on the brink of death—but Heeseung JUST left ENHYPEN, wtf. So, now I feel obligated to make a tribute ff. I'm entirely in disbelief still and distraught because what. WHATTT bro
(Side note: it's probably a canon event that every writer has health issues. I forgot I signed up for that😓)
Cooking smth up!🙂↕️ Possibly up by tomorrow.
HOLIDAY CHEER.
(喜び) holly jolly christmas!
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Précis - November means holiday cheer, especially for you, but your boyfriend steadily denies the fact—caught up in work rather than festivities. With the proper persuasion, they DEFINITELY would end up coming back to you.
Pairing - bf!enha texts x reader
Genre - Fluff, est. relationship, crack
This work contains cussing and suggestive themes.
(a/n: I hated making this. So much struggle)
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MAKE IT TO THE MORNING 西村 力
let's make it to the morning, girl.
wc. 2,473
Précis - A sleepover with your boy best friend, if you could even be certain calling him that, becomes a little out of your hands when you make a harmless little change. Harmless was an understatement.
Genre - Friends to lovers, fluff, crack, tension, nostalgia.
Pairing - Riki x fem!reader
This fic contains and has themes of cussing, intimacy (skinship), and tension.
"Friends forever?"
"Friends forever."
That was an understatement a long time ago, maybe even a lie. It's clear that the past barely had any connection to the present with what you were feeling for him. Sinful is how it can be explained. How can one even love their best friend like this? Let alone a guy—talk about enforcing the stereotype.
You don't even think it's love. The audacity to say it's love made a cocktail of emotions within you: confusion, fear, loyalty, a bit of pride. All weird feelings mixed together coming from God knows where.
This stupid, random sleepover? Only strengthens your feelings and leaves you spiraling. And with what your friends were telling you beforehand, to "make a move", ew. The mere suggestion was blasphemous and left an odd taste in your mouth... and even some odd thoughts in your head. No way things could go right.
But you agreed nonetheless and chose to say yes because of course, you're such a dear friend to him.
He's so comfortable with you and strong in his vulnerability it just kills you, it makes him almost insufferable to be around. You two were oblivious angels practically, walking around hot rocks and denying every possibility to the fact that you may just like each other.
And, oh, did he like you.
Honestly, he can't deny his feelings and push them aside, but it struck a nerve in him. Did he like you? Love you? Is this some soulmate thing? Too in love for it to be platonic, but nothing where it's romantic. There's no label for what Riki feels and it makes him feel uncomfortable. Guilty?...
He pats a spot next to his bed expectantly, grinning ear to ear as he watched you, eyes trailing deliberately when you set your things on the ground. It's like having you here, in his home, his room, it made him feel happy. Powerful even. But why?
He could sense the reluctance you have. You've been acting weirder than usual ever since he saw you at that front door of his.
Riki clicked his tongue, rubbing the palms of his hands on his bare knees. "So... I had plans. I was thinking baking, watching some shows, or maybe even gaming? Whatever you want though, seriously." He's willing to go above and beyond.
"Baking sounds pretty nice. It is autumn, maybe we could do autumn inspired cookies?" Atleast you were engaged normally, he thought. With a sigh, he nodded in agreement and laid back on the bed.
"You should probably change into your jammies. Get more comfortable, y'know?" He poked at your side teasingly, making you flinch suddenly. And with an awkward laugh as a response from you, he pulled back slowly, waiting for the hit on his arm like always. You know what you did? Walked off. Yeah, with your bag and headed into his bathroom like nothing.
Something was definitely up. He was ready to interrogate you once you stepped out but all confidence died down and the words bubbling on his tongue melted oh so carefully.
The cookie making was astronomically worse. It was like you guys were forced to be together. Making mistakes, too little or too much of a measurement, flour spills, a burnt batch, bumping into each other constantly.
Basically like two children in a kitchen unsupervised.
"Well, atleast the second one came out way better." You chuckled, stuffing your cheeks with the actual well made batch. The cookies were surprisingly cooked to a perfect consistency and crisp, the warmth from the oven and smell cinnamon delight filling the air.
He shrugged, dusting off his hands and finishing it off with a glass of milk, gulping away with no care.
You watched him with a cringe smile, laughing in disbelief and shaking your head, using a napkin to wipe your hands instead. "Absolutely unbelievable."
He finished the milk quickly, setting it back down on the counter and raising an eyebrow. "What? One, wasn't even that good. Two, anything can be a napkin. Even your hair." You looked him up and down, touching the locks of your hair in hopes he wouldn't even think to touch it. "Don't you dare. It takes me too long to get it this pretty."
A comfortable silence envelops the warm room as you two sit in the swivel chairs at the table. He watches you eat like it's the best thing on the world, and you couldn't help but notice the attentive look in his gaze.
"Alright freak, what next? Are we gonna game or watch a movie?" You broke the silence, flicking at him and knocking his daze out. And to your amazing foresight, he picked gaming first.
A couple of rounds lost, a couple won. It was a good 50/50. And everytime he lost a game, he would act like a sore loser, all pouting and wanting your sympathy like an idiot. When he won, he would get up and cheer and hit at something else if you got tired of his relentless poking and prodding.
At the end of the day, he would always still let you play one of your chill little games and Riki would sit back and watch. Watching you, it reminded him of how simple and beautiful life could be with a friend. A girl. A girlfriend? No, just you. He played with your shirt the whole time, eyes feeling a bit droopy. Fuck, he needs to stop being so comfortable.
"When are we gonna watch the movie?..." He asked innocently, poking his nail into your back and getting an offensive look back. Your eyes softened, taking Riki's hand away from your skin, getting ready to shut off the game. You stood up and stretched, letting out a tired yawn.
"I didn't think you would be getting all tired first."
"Yeah, because you're so damn boring."
He could feel your eye roll at his childish remark, and he felt giddy knowing he could just make you turn the game off like that. It's not like he forced you to, but you did it anyway, and it made him happier than he would admit. You plopped back down on the bed, closing your eyes momentarily and letting the dark behind your eyelids comfort you for a second.
"What are we watching anyway? And please don't pick another action or horror." Internally groaning at the chance of him picking the same genre again, you almost wanted to get up and leave or hit him with a pillow. The followed silence proved otherwise, the hitch in his breath audible.
"I.. was actually thinking to switch it up. Can't have you thinking you know me well." His voice dropped into a tone you couldn't even figure out. It was definitely something new that made you all too suspicious of his intentions. You seemed unconvinced until he got comfortable up on the bed more, whipping out the remote in confidence.
Netflix. What a great streaming service for a guy and a girl, alone in a closed room. Sighing, you moved closer to him and slipped underneath the covers sneakily, not wanting to feel weird about sharing his literal blanket. A blanket that he sleeps in daily. Jesus. It's gotta stop.
He hovered over the romance genre. Romance?! Your heart pitted into your stomach, crawling its way slowly out of your ass. Turning to him with furrowed brows, the expression on your face begged for an explanation.
"What? You said it yourself. It's autumn, calls for something cheesy that we can laugh at. Oh, while you're at it, can you make popcorn? Thanks." Riki spoke way too much and awfully too quickly. You swore you could see him try to calm down, taking a gulp. You agreed, albeit with hesitancy. Looks like you weren't the only one acting weird tonight.
Riki watched you leave and close the door behind you in search for the popcorn. He stopped for a second, hearing his heart race and his hands feeling clammy. Nothing important or detrimental was happening, so why was he feeling like this now of all times? Maybe it was the way he was slipping. Your reactions? It was obvious you weren't suspicious, he can't fool you with a wand and a spell.
He groaned, slapping his face a couple of times before returning back to normal.
You entered the room with one bag of popcorn. Not two, but one. He never noticed how much you two share until tonight. Tonight was going to be a huge factor in realizing a lot of things.
The movie he put on? Didn't even know what it was, all he wanted was to get the plans over with so he could just settle back and relax. That certainly wasn't the plan according to the two hour movie and hellish kissing scenes.
Awkward.
He groaned, pulling back and covering his eyes from the unnecessary scene in the movie. Romance is officially cliche and kinda gross. He felt the weight next to him shift, peeping out of his fingers and seeing you lie down beside him, phone in hand. "I agree. Movie is definitely boring." He didn't have to say anything for you to catch on, thankfully.
"Should I put on that show you like instead? That, uh... gil something." He murmured, trying to remember it by closing his eyes and touching you, as if that would help the case of memory. You carefully pulled back yet again, pushing his head back playfully.
"Do you mean Gilmore Girls? And you already know my answer." You replied back cheerfully, turning off your phone and guiding him to the show. Now the popcorn has way better use.
"Rory sounds like a Dean fanatic, fyi. It's not very, uh.. how would you say it? "Girlboss academic" of her?" He watched the screen go off into another episode unashamedly. Turns out, the show was pretty decent to him. Everything was decent to him if you liked it. He turnt his head over to you, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Fast asleep and curled up in his blanket like something... something that couldn't even be put into words.
He placed a hand ontop of your head, liking the way your hair felt to the touch. The show was the very last thing on his mind now.
He was going to pull away until you grumbled when he tried to, rolling over onto your stomach and falling back asleep. He froze in the meantime, not wanting to arouse you. "What happened to making it into the morning? All nighter like we usually do?" His hand was on your back now, rubbing it in soothing circles unconsciously to him.
It was something that he just chose to do automatically.
You gently stirred again, shifting your head up, eyes low and hazy with sleepiness. He said a few words but to you it all meant nothing, all you could make out was the look on his face, the little tingle on your back as he rubbed. "I kinda love you." You let your eyes close again.
His hand went to a complete halt. You loved him? Kinda even? But it wouldn't make sense. You're tired and you probably wouldn't make sense of this in the morning. Entertaining it anyway, he spoke back lowly. "You kinda do? Meaning?"
"No... I mean, it's not like love. But it's not like, platonic either. I dunno, can we just sleep?" You groaned back, as if you weren't the one who started the topic and woke up in the first place. He scoffed dismissively, but let it go anyway.
"Yeah, we can sleep."
The sunlight peeked through the curtains of the room, allowing a bit of warmth and glow in. The birds were chirping at a peaceful volume, and the Tv remained to play quietly in the background. And the two? Wrapped around each other tightly, smells combining with the other from how close you were.
Even if Riki wasn't a morning person, waking up to this feeling, this sight—just something he would never get over. He would definitely brag about this. Closing his eyes again, he curved his head into the crook of your neck, breathing you in and out. Weird? Maybe. But you smelt really good to lie by.
"Riki?" The sound of your sleepy voice made him curse internally, pausing in hopes you would magically fall asleep. Maybe delude yourself into imagining things or even a dream. "I'm awake, y'know. You don't have to act." Relief washed over him at the sweet yet groggy words, and the weight on his shoulders disappeared as he hugged you closer.
"But what does this even make us? Do you even remember what you said last night?" Riki shakily breathed out on your skin, his grip faltering on you slightly in fear and confusion at the need of knowing. Knowing what label you two were. What are you guys even?
"I remember. What I said was true." You shifted positions and laid on the side where you could face him and his rather insecure expression. You scooted closer, closer than he was expecting. "We aren't friends anymore. But I don't think we have to be dating either. I don't know, it's just... different. 'S not like I'm avoiding us or wanting to be, like, that friends with benefits BS."
He let out a huff of air, which meant to be a laugh, but it sounded more like disbelief. He shook his head. Even in all the uncertainty, it's not like you two needed a label as of now. The flow of things was what mattered, and it was going exceptionally well. "Whatever we are, I'm loving it. And I'm glad I survived that night."
You gasped in dramatic shock, "What do you mean? I wasn't that annoying, right?"
"No.. but I was rethinking all of my life choices with you and imagining a house and kids. Started to get freaky." He took on a playful edge, even though you felt repulsed at the thought of that big future he imagined in just one day. Yeah, pretty freaky. "Think we should start worrying about the present more, Ri..."
He hummed, nodding his head slowly. His eyes took in the specific shift in your face, the vibe of the moment. All he could do was kiss you, really. Riki started to feel dumb now, staring at you like this and you didn't say a word. Look away. That's what he should do. But your eyes were—
"Ni-ki."
"..Hm?"
"Friends forever, right?" You questioned him lowly, reaching out to poke at his side like he does to yours. He smiled lightly, grabbing at your cheek and leaning in deliberately. "Whatever the hell that means to us now. Yeah. Forever, y/n."
(a/n: I finished this at almost 6:00 am. Also softer than I intended.💔)
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Now imagine acting like a surfer dude with them😭
when i'm reading an anime x black read fic and an asian man is calling me "ma" and using the n word
STRESS RELIEF 희승
(熱) when it's all too much.
wc. 1,541.
Précis - He always knew what this career had in store for him. The negative and the positive. Sometimes the negative can be a bit overwhelming, especially with a girlfriend that lives so far away, trying to cope with the stress of having an idol bf.
Genre - Fluff, tension, long distance, hurt/comfort.
Pairing - Idol bf!Hee x fem!reader
This oneshot contains themes such as cussing, descriptive language, mentions of alcohol, and insecurity.
Long distance. The bane of numerous relationships, often leading to terrible breakups or hopeless romantics. It sucks, truly—more specifically that long distance relationship being with one of the most popular idols, famous for his amazingly heartthrobbing fan service down to his creativeness and sweetness. Lee Heeseung.
A lucky chance by a god, really. Attending the same middle school together and never falling out of contact was a blessing and a bit of a curse. Confessing during his training days wasn't the best time to break this type of catastrophic event to someone, but you managed to do it anyway, and he disregarded everything and fell in love with you otherwise.
But it came with a price tag. A hefty one. The relentless touring, the obsessive fans, the packed schedules, it was all so much for Heeseung and for you. The mere thought of how much he struggled made your stomach churn uncomfortably whenever you would complain at the slightest of him not texting you for two days at most. It weighed on your mental. What if he stopped loving you? Got too busy and ended up breaking things off? Or the company forcing you two to break up? And now you found yourself hating his very job, his career. The very thing that he loves is also taking away something else from him, you.
So, he made a dedicated promise to call you daily even if he rarely had the time. A simple five second call had his heart racing, eyes crinkling when his smile reached his eyes, something that wasn't unbeknownst to everybody. He just wanted to see you again. Anything to see his girl.
Perhaps it was a bit far fetched, yes, but you couldn't stand the sight of Heeseung being live instead of on the phone with you like he promised. It's been a few weeks since he was present on Weverse due to all the weight he felt on his shoulders; the nonstop advertising and consistent scheduling.
You can't even blame him for wanting to interact with the people who gave him his dream—the fans, the support and love, it was just... something inside of you that can't be ignored or pinpointed. Being a little tired, his eyes were slightly low and the lighting in the hotel room was dim, his performance clothes still on as if it's been hours for the sake of simply resting. You were on his mind, your mind was on his, but all you could do was watch the screen curiously and notice how sleepy he seemed.
Why don't you just call me, Lee Heeseung?
The phrase repeated in your head multiple times before dropping your phone on the bed and staring up at the ceiling in pulling thought. Why don't you just call him? Why are you so worried about him not paying attention to you or liking someone else? To even think about it, the chances of him falling in love with a sweet and pretty fan was... not that low. All those madly in love fans surrounding him at concerts you couldn't even attend, just what type of girlfriend are you?
Tears prickled at your eyes in shame, a lump forming in your throat before you could even begin to cry. It's not happening, not now anyway. Your eyes opened back up to peek down at the phone, brows furrowing at the "live has ended" notice. Normally he's on it for way longer. Did he plan to sleep? Sitting back up in bed with your back against the headboard, you clicked out of the Weverse tab and over to messages.
Fingers hovering hesitantly over the keys, eyes darting up to the call button and back down to the letters, racing thoughts. All could be described as the nervous feeling of confrontation. Heeseung will know you were on that live watching him so intently if you just so happened to message immediately after. With the overthinking, your phone started to ring. As the answer to your prayers, it was finally him. You reluctantly pressed the accept button, waiting for the call to connect. The moment he saw you, he smiled. Smiled so goddamn sweetly it could make you cry.
"Hey, cutie—what's up?" His tone shifted into something much more warmer, more energetic and playful. You grinned awkwardly, looking away from the phone and plucking at the sheets of the bed. Heeseung's expression shifted into worry, catching on in an instant. "What's wrong? Did something happen? I need to beat someone up?" The million dollar questionnaire begun. You chuckled lightly, shaking your head and mumbling something underneath your breath, which you're not sure if the microphone picked up.
"Even if you could you're not really here, so.."
He sighed, obviously hearing it from his end. Stretching out with a groan and getting more comfortable on the couch, he replied calmly. "Is this about the distance again, y/n?" You looked back towards the phone, shrugging like a child struggling to lie. You wanted to avoid this conversation just to keep the peace. Anything but now would work.
"I can't know if you don't tell me. So, I'm just gonna start guessing... it's bigger than the distance, right?"
"Of course it is. I just—I really cannot stand the fact that you have all these, like, girl fans surrounding you, supporting you and loving you when it's supposed to be me. To be us. It's totally not fair and I hate it." Well, there goes the big F bomb. He started smiling. Smiling out of all things, and even started to laugh a little. Heeseung's expression almost looked cocky, yet still unreadable. He clicked his tongue, lowering his voice dramatically.
"It's called jealousy, sweetheart. And it's completely normal and kinda cute." You groaned at the response, throwing up a hand in defeat and defense at once. Scoffing at how much importance you just spilled out, it felt a bit useless now. "Are you even taking this seriously, Lee Heeseung? I'm serious! Jealously or not, i-it feels like.. hell, I dunno, like everything is trying to get us apart. Do you.. even care about that?" His smile dropped gradually, eyes narrowing at the screen—you couldn't tell whether or not he was about to go off or hang up the phone completely. With a deep breath, he placed his phone up on the couch to hold it up.
"I'm gonna make one thing clear, alright? No one is separating us, ever. Yes, I am taking this seriously. I'm dating you, y/n. I should be taking this shit seriously more than anybody else. My love for you is different from my fans, from my members, my family. I only have it for you, so get that out of your head." You could feel your body tense up awkwardly at the tone of his voice, the expression on his face that spoke many volumes. If he was infront of your face doing this, you probably would've shrunk in the bed.
"This jealousy? It's normal. But I wouldn't date any of my fans because they're not you. Your love and support means more than anything because you're also so far away. Not many people stay in relationships like this. So, please... don't ask me that again. I'm trying my best too."
The tension released from your body, the shame of what you said falling down on you, the emotional turmoil visible in your body language. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that or what's wrong with me lately. You're completely right." You hid your face into your hands, letting out a tired groan. "You're under more stress than I am. Maybe I need a drink or something to knock out whatever's in me." He lightened up at the response, grabbing his phone and lying down on the couch now, content that it's been brought up and resolved.
"We're both stressed and in need of desperate relief. And I know a little something that could help..." He wiggled his eyebrows, pointing a finger at himself and mouthing incoherent sentences that you couldn't even make out. But you got the disgusting innuendo. You rolled your eyes, feeling a little embarrassed at the suggestion.
"Your timing is terrible. You forget I have a hang up and block button." He grumbled at your reply, killing the whole mood he was trying to set up and convey. "Well now you're just cock-blocking us both and it's not funny." He wailed, placing a hand on his chest and staring at you appreciatively.
The call went on for two hours straight, way longer than the live had been. The way he spoke with you was grounded and different, and he wasn't ever afraid to open up or be silly. The difference between his behavior with the fans and you was tremendous. You didn't even know why you were worried at this point. The giggles and never ending talks was more than enough to silence out the insecurity.
Long distance or not, it would never determine the amount of love you had for each other. And believe it or not, you were his personal idol. He just hasn't told you that yet.
One day he will.
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I am in multiple fandoms such as supernatural, HH and HB, arcane, tmr, tadc, jjk, violet evergarden, coryxkenshin, csm, ouhshc, tshd, the uncanny counter, twilight, genshin, & more.
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K-pop
ENHA:
Ot7 works - Strangers
Cardigan.
Lace, again?
She's Busy!
Desire, that's the one thing that never dies.
Crazy Over You.
Hyung Line - Lookin' just like a paintin'.
Maknae Line - Love Language.
Jungwon - Cheer up, Baby.
Right person, wrong time.
Sweater Weather.
Heeseung - Please pick it up.
Please pick it up (continued.)
Low Intolerance.
Spare time.
Slow Dancing.
Stress Relief.
Jay - Seoul City.
Competition.
Jake - WWW - Watching, Waiting, Wanting.
I Know What You Want.
City Girl.
Sunghoon - Middle Of The Night.
You've Got a Cold Heart.
Sunoo - I'm Burnin' Hot!
Ni-ki/Riki - All The Stars.
Soft Spot.
Monster.
Meddle About.
Vivienne Hearts.
Too Much Information!
Numb.
Moonstruck.
Make It To The Morning.
WIPS:
Secrets and Lies, Jake ff.
Pretty Little Thing, Riki ff.
Soft Spot series, Riki chatfic/ff.
Stress Relief, Heeseung oneshot.
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Yes, life has been.. lifing itself. I've taken care of everything personal, academic, etc. so now it is time to come back! (I also was dreading coming back after disappearing off of the face of the earth).
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NIKI TAT REVEAL NOWWWWWW
This is real.
Well, guess who's back! Momentarily, although... the move was hectic, but I'm enjoying the new place very well!
The bad news is that I possibly fractured my wrist somehow and I won't be able to write either too much or not at all. The writing I did over the break I had is enough, yet it's not ready. Sorry for the wait—BUT I will update on the injury to see if I can write. I'm probably going to tough it out and release smth because I feel as if I've been gone too long w/o updating.🥀
(I have so many notifications to look at, it's killing me)
Update: I JUST moved and I'm still getting everything done/ready... currently camping out somewhere else, been extremely tired lately. But I'm gonna finish the Jake FF tonight since I have time!
(Another note, moving SUCKS. It's tiring. But Riri comeback is tonight.💔)
MY GODDD, THE BAD DESIRE M/V? NI-KI??? OUTSIDE IS SUPER GOOD.
The vocals, visuals, theme, everything exceeded my expectations. Enhypen has done it again, no doubt.
(Also probably releasing smth tonight, be ready. After awhile of starving you guys.. the fic is taking forever to write.)