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so heeseung coded….🚬
guys i’m sooo bored pls send asks :33
what do you think his upcoming single’s style/concept will be? any arianators here and what did you think of the new song? (i personally loved it) i would give anything to see an evan ft. ariana grande release
any…
✦ one-shot/drabble/smau ideas ✦ your favorite enhypen trope ✦ unpopular opinions ✦ random thoughts/confessions
literally anything i just want things in my inbox :p
HEY ENGENE ❤️
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coming soon.....my first drabble
in love with the fact that im a real freak with the most innocent face card ever
BLANKET THEIF🐹
Pairing: Hamster hybrid!Heeseung × fem!reader
Genre: fluff, cozy romance, hybrid instincts, slow-burn feelings, domestic softness, roommate.
WC: 1.1k!
Synopsis: Four months into living with Heeseung, she learns that hamster hybrids don’t just collect things—they collect comfort, warmth, and eventually, her. What starts as a chaotic nesting habit slowly turns into something softer, quieter, and far more intimate than either of them is willing to name out loud.
The apartment never stays the same for long.
Not with Heeseung in it.
At first, she thought the missing items were accidents. A misplaced blanket. A hoodie that got lost in laundry. A plushie that somehow migrated rooms on its own.
Then she learned the truth.
Hamster hybrids nest.
Not metaphorically.
Literally.
And Heeseung—
Heeseung was very committed to it.
───
She finds him in the middle of it again.
His room is no longer a room.
It’s a nest.
A soft, sprawling mess of blankets layered like clouds, pillows stacked too carefully to be accidental, plushies arranged in what she is convinced are emotional support positions.
Her mug is there again.
“So,” she says slowly, leaning against the doorway, “you’ve kidnapped my entire emotional support system.”
He looks up.
Instantly softer.
“…They were cold,” he says.
“They were ceramic.”
He blinks.
“…Still cold.”
She sighs, but she’s smiling already.
That’s the problem.
She always is.
───
8 months ago, she would’ve panicked about this.
8months ago, she didn’t know what it meant to live with a hybrid whose instincts didn’t quite understand ownership the same way humans did.
Now she just steps inside the nest.
It swallows her immediately.
Warmth everywhere.
Too soft.
Too safe.
Too him.
Heeseung shifts immediately, like her presence triggers something instinctive in him. A blanket is tugged over her shoulders before she even sits.
“You’re always prepared,” she mutters.
His ears twitch.
“I’m responsible.”
“You’re a hoarder.”
“I’m a provider.”
She laughs.
That’s new too.
The way they talk like this now.
Easy.
Familiar.
Dangerously close.
───
She settles into the pile of blankets, sinking in until she’s basically part of it.
Heeseung watches her for a moment too long.
Then, carefully, like it’s not obvious at all, he scoots closer.
Shoulder to shoulder.
Warmth to warmth.
Nothing said.
Everything felt.
───
“You know,” she says after a while, “your nest is getting bigger again.”
“It’s winter,” he replies immediately.
“It’s June.”
He pauses.
“…Early preparation.”
She turns her head slowly.
He does not meet her eyes.
Liar.
A soft one.
The kind that builds her a space in his nest without admitting it’s intentional.
───
There’s a silence.
Not uncomfortable.
Just… full.
Like the room is holding its breath with them.
She nudges his knee with hers.
“You always let me in,” she says lightly.
He hums.
“You’re not ‘in’,” he corrects softly.
A pause.
Then quieter—
“You’re part of it.”
That makes her still.
Just for a second.
───
Outside, the world keeps moving.
Inside, everything is soft edges and shared warmth.
She leans back into the pillows, watching him pretend he isn’t slowly shifting closer again.
“You’re very clingy for someone who insists he’s independent.”
“I’m not clingy.”
He hesitates.
“…I’m selective.”
She snorts.
“Selective with who you steal blankets from?”
“…Yes.”
“And mugs.”
“…Yes.”
“And hoodies.”
Silence.
“…Yes.”
She laughs again, quieter this time.
Because he’s looking at her now.
Not avoiding it.
Not hiding.
Just there.
Like she’s one of the things he gathered and decided to keep.
───
The nest shifts when she adjusts her position.
Like it recognizes her.
Like it makes room for her automatically now.
That thought sits between them.
Unspoken.
Comfortable.
Heavy in the best way.
───
“Stay a little longer,” he says eventually.
Not a demand.
Not even a question.
Just honest.
She glances at him.
At the blankets.
At the ridiculous collection of softness he calls a nest.
At the way he looks at her like she belongs there more than anything else.
“…Yeah,” she says quietly.
“I will.”
His shoulders loosen like something inside him settles.
The nest approves.
───
Later, when she’s half-asleep against his shoulder, he carefully adjusts the blanket over her again.
Like always.
Like instinct.
Like love he doesn’t have a name for yet.
And she doesn’t move away.
Not even once.
Entitled? Me?? — NRKˎˊ˗
´ཀ` ──── Nishimura Riki x fem reader ݁ᛪ
summary: you’re assigned a group project with nishimura riki, but after a string of arrogant, borderline insulting texts, you decide he’s impossible to work with. turns out the messages were never from him — and now he’s stuck trying to undo a first impression he never made.
Warning: Suggestive Jokes
Ft: Donghwa (Kickflip), Moka (Illit), Martin (Cortis) and Rei (Ive) as y/n’s friends.
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"big girls don't cry" well what if i'm a tiny little stupid coward baby. what then? what then, enha?
