#riize request

[sungchansdimple]

hellow ∩^ω^∩

if you feel comfortable with it, could you write an anton x gn!reader (fluff and for the length it’s up to you) in which reader is sad and overwhelmed when she comes home so anton take care of them (skincare, reassuring, eating a bit and then go to sleep)? (*´ー｀*)

this has come to me during the rise and realize ep 92 (macau) where shotaro’s being hugged by anton at the end (https://youtu.be/zshzUlTWia4?is=mao_CVThbjIPcqEt)

yep, that is all, have a great day/night

bybyyye (^з^)-☆

such a cute request anon ily

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Today had been too much.  

Usually, you tried your best to have a positive attitude, you weren’t necessarily a pessimist, but optimism did not come easily after the day you had. Today had really done you in. Every minor inconvenience led to another big inconvenience, and now as you approach your front door, jeans torn, and top stained with coffee, you can feel hot tears starting to fill your eyes.  

You knew Anton would be worried when you opened the door, but you had been on the verge of crying since 10am and the privacy of your house was all you needed to start breaking down and taking your mask off.  

The lights are off when you walk through the door, and the entrance is quiet and smells like home. Like Anton. You feel the warm tears trail down your cheeks and neck as you silently take your heavy coat and shoes off, hanging your bag on the hook, and tossing your keys in the bowl at the door.  

“Hey...” The voice muffled into your hair was soothing, not as soothing as the arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you into the familiar warmth of your boyfriend’s broad chest. His hand gently moves up to tilt your chin up and wipe away a tear rolling down your cheek. You don’t know why you feel guilty for crying in front of him right now, but there’s something too vulnerable about it. “I’m sorry...” Your voice is quiet, nearly a whisper.  

“Shhh, no, it’s okay don’t apologize. Not for this.” Anton pulls you into a tight hug and cradles your head to his chest. His fingers gently brushing through your hair and down your back.  

... 

After Anton had made you a quick dinner and watched an episode of your favorite show, he turns the TV off and turns to you with a small reassuring smile. “Wanna talk about it or head to bed?” You look at the wall clock, it’s only 8pm, but the day was too overwhelming, and you could use a little extra sleep. “Let’s go to bed...”  

Anton lets you lead the way to the bedroom, staying a comfortable distance behind and not pushing to know what happened. Anton was the perfect person to have a bad day around. He had a way of sitting with you in whatever had gone wrong instead of trying to force you out of it. He was quiet and understanding, wanting to let you feel all your feelings before working through them and attempting to fix things.  

“Get into your pajamas, I’ll be right back.” He says softly while walking past the bedroom towards the bathroom. You slip into a pair of fuzzy pajama pants and one of his hoodies then climb into bed. You’re too tired to wipe off your makeup right now even though you’ll regret it tomorrow. 

“Don’t fall asleep just yet...” Anton’s soft whisper and dip in the mattress interrupts your near slumber and you open your eyes to see him with makeup wipes and moisturizer. “You can close your eyes again.” He gently wipes the makeup and tears from your face while softly whispering praises to you.  

“You did so good today, tried so hard and did so well. Tomorrow will be better and if it’s not, we’re in this together, yeah?”  

[yutafrita]

RIIZE MASTERLIST

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[sungchansdimple]

hiiii may i request wonbin overhearing reader talking to her best friend about this guy she likes and he gets sooo sad cause reader likes someone else but he's pretty much in love with her but little does he know. reader is actually talking about him

does that make sense omg sorry i pulled that out of my ass just now

I LOVE POUTY WONBIN NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR REQUESTING POUTY WONBIN

fr though i put everything else on hold to write this because i love how your brain works i hope i did your idea justice diva <3

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“You don’t usually go for guys like him, I’m shocked.” You sit on the long bench in the campus garden with your best friend. Your class had ended and you were doing your usual debrief that had nothing to do with class. The early spring air cools your exposed legs as they hang over the bench, the grass brushing against your ankles.  

“Just because I tend to go for losers doesn’t mean I can’t like other people.” You smile down at your shoes while playing with the hem of your shorts. “He’s just like super pretty and he remembered my cafe order when I never even told him. I just wish I could get out of the weird class friend or acquaintance stage.” You mumble the last words causing your friend to laugh softly. “Awww someone’s got a crush...” They emphasize the last syllable dragging it on to tease you.  

“Hey...” Wonbin’s voice nearly gives you a heart attack. He’s standing beside the bench holding out an iced latte in one hand and his usual green tea in the other. “I brought you coffee.” He holds it out quietly, but there’s a bitterness in your voice that’s unfamiliar coming from his pretty pink lips.  

“Your eyes widen in horror as you wonder how much of your previous conversation he had heard. “Oh, thank you.” You take the drink and nod your head before looking down to hide your humiliation. “I have way too much homework, I’m gonna head home.” Your friend stands up with a teasing grin and walks off with a quick wave to the two of you.  

“You can sit.” You move over giving enough space for Wonbin to sit and put his bag down. He sits down but doesn’t take the bag off, the strap just sadly slides down as his shoulders slump. 

“You okay?” You try to discreetly move closer so your thighs touch while you ask the question. Wonbin seems to notice if the tenseness of his leg is anything to go by. 

“I’m fine.”  

“You’re quiet.”  

“Yeah.” He looks as if he’s pouting now. His gaze on his bouncing leg and his usually plump bottom lip slightly jutted out. You decide not to push it since you’re barely past casual conversations and exchanging textbook notes with him. He raises his head to look at you with a defeated expression when you move your leg further from him to leave space.  

“I heard what you were talking about.” He looks back down at his untouched tea, his eyebrows furrowed in a way that resembles an angry yet adorable cat. “The guy... the one that remembers your coffee orders and is pretty.” Your eyes widen in humiliation, you can feel your cheeks burning as he bluntly calls you out.  

“Oh... I-” You’re stuttering over your words like you never learned how to speak. “Sorry...”  

He shakes his head quietly and lets out a sad laugh. “It’s fine, I don’t know why I thought you would like me. Guess I was too late.” He sounds embarrassed and pitiful, avoiding your gaze completely.  

Oh.  

“Wait, who do you think I was talking about?” He keeps his head down and shrugs as you ask the question. “I don’t know I thought Anton from your morning class or the blonde guy in our Friday lecture.” You can’t help but laugh at how oblivious he is. “You think they remember my coffee order?” He nods silently at your question.  

You shake your iced latte, so the ice in the plastic cup makes a sound which causes him to look up. He seems confused and slightly irritated behind all the pouting he’s been doing. You raise your eyebrows and look between him and the cup a few times before it seems to make sense to him. 

He stands up from the bench like he had sat on a thorn while he tries to grasp what you had implied. “Wait you-” He lets out a relieved laugh. “You were talking about me?!” You laugh softly and nod as you watch him unable to stand still from excitement. He looks down at you with an ear-to-ear smile.   “Why didn’t you tell me?”  

You laugh. “Why didn’t you tell me?”  

Wonbin nods as if silently saying “touché” before grabbing your hand and pulling you up with him. “Well, what are we doing here? Let’s go on a date.” The boy is anything but nonchalant as he takes your heavy school bag in the same arm, he’s carrying his own so he can hold your hand.  

“Wonbin, where are we even going?”  

“To make up for lost time.”  

[sungchansdimple]

sungchan being really tall and really really strong please😪🧎‍♂️‍➡️

my kinda request amen

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The air in Sungchan's room is cool from the fan you had left on all night. The body heat from your boyfriend is absent as you slowly blink awake. You know him well enough to know he’s either in the shower or at the gym and judging by the lack of steam coming from the bathroom, it’s likely the latter.  

You throw your feet over the bed, shivering as the fan blows on your bare skin. You’re sore from the previous night, but it’s nothing a warm shower can’t fix. Slipping into your shorts and one of Sungchan’s shirts, you decide you’d rather shower with your boyfriend than alone. If you make it to the gym before he’s done his workout, you could both come home and shower together.  

After packing a few snacks for Sungchan and putting on a small amount of makeup, you put your shoes on and make your way out of the dorm, waving goodbye to Wonbin as you leave. The company building is just down the street from the dorms so there’s no point in taking a car, it’s not like you and Sungchan are publicly dating anyways so nobody would notice you out on the street.  

... 

The gym is empty when you arrive aside from your boyfriend lifting weights with his headphones on. He’s wearing a black tank top and a pair of sweats, but he looks gorgeous as ever with his hair sticking to his damp forehead and his jaw clenched from effort. You walk further into the gym until he can see you. When he does, he nearly drops the weight with excitement. Instead, placing it carefully on the floor and rushing over to hug you. His strong arms wrap around you and pull you into his chest. You can feel his sweat getting on you and squirm slightly in his embrace.  

“You’re all sweaty.” He laughs at your remark and pulls back, settling for a soft kiss on your nose instead. “Sorry love, I forgot my towel today.” He smiles bashfully and gently brushes the hair out of your eyes. You hand him the Ziplock bag of snacks, and he leans down to kiss you as a thank you for thinking of him.  

“You’re here early, who are you getting all strong for?” You ask him while tracing a prominent vein on his bicep, the firm muscle flexes under his skin, and you pretend not to notice he’s doing it to impress you. “You, obviously.” He says proudly, which causes you to look up, matching his smile. “Oh, really? And why would you need to be strong for me?”  

He reaches down, putting an arm on your back and the other behind your knees, lifting you up and carrying you to the bench with ease. Of course, you don’t complain. He places you on the bench and sits beside you while digging into the bag of snacks. “Because you love it when I carry you around and move the furniture to rearrange my room to your liking at 2am.”  

You can’t help but laugh, not from how ridiculous he sounds, but because he’s right. “You have a point, but you forgot one thing.” He tilts his head like a confused puppy and looks at you. 

 “What did I forget?”  

You reach forward brushing your thumb over the soft skin of his cheek before speaking, “I just like to look at you.” Your cheeks prickle with heat as you speak, he smiles brightly when he notices your fluster. “I didn’t forget that.”  

Sungchan finishes his snack and gets back to his workout. You watch him, memorizing his routine and the way he looks so strong, so comfortable here. The way his muscles move under his shirt and how he lets out soft grunts trying to appear less tired than he is. He’s showing off a bit, flexing his arms and back when the exercise doesn’t require it, but you know he’s just happy that you’re happy.  

And once he finishes, you both can go back to the dorm to shower.  

[sungchansdimple]

very strong situationship sungchan fighting creeps for you in the club and then going home w you to spend the night (his gym pics and formal suit looks bring out the freak in me )

this took forever anon i’m so sorry 😭🙏 it also might suck because i've never written sungchan as anything other than an endearing loser so i hope it’s okay ‼️

warnings: small fight (physical), club/drinking/alcohol, toxic relationship

...

The club lights were blinding. The colorful strobes and music almost distracted you from the sight of two girls all over Sungchan.  

Almost.  

You’re not sure if you have the right to be upset or jealous since neither of you have put labels on anything yet. You’ve had a few talking stages and situationships, even friends with benefits before, but Sungchan was different.  

The boy had been preaching no strings attached since day one, but you could see the anger and jealousy flash across his face any time someone else’s eyes lingered on you for too long. His idea of no strings attached meant he could sleep around but you were his and his only.  

Sungchan flashes his charming smile at one of the girls as she pulls his wrists towards her hips. He happily rests his hands over the exposed skin. The sight irritates you more than you’d like to admit, averting your gaze to the bar you realize the same man that had been eyeing you earlier was still watching you. His gaze focused on the way your tight clothes land on your body.  

Offering an awkward smile, you start walking towards Sungchan. He might be a bit toxic, but he would never hesitate to help you in an uncomfortable situation like this. As you walk, the man starts following you from a distance. Likely hoping you’d go alone to the bathroom or outside.  

As you reach the spot you had seen Sungchan earlier, you realize he must have left with one of the girls. He was nowhere to be seen and the man frombefore was approaching quickly. Before you can make a run for it, the man grabs your wrist.  

“Hello Gorgeous...” His smile is sinister and he smells of cigarettes and alcohol. “I’m here with someone.” You attempt to pull your wrist free withoutoffending the man too much for your own safety. “I didn’t see you with anyone.” His grip tightens.  

“Leave her alone.” A strong hand lands on the man's shoulder, sending him stumbling backwards with ease. “Who are you?” The man spits at Sungchanthrough a drunken slur. “I said leave her alone.” The man attempts a messy swing at Sungchan before a sharp first meets his nose. The hit sends him tumbling to the floor immediately. The scene was hard to watch, the man falling after one hit, you’re not sure if it was the amount of alcohol in his system or if Sungchan had that strong of a swing, but you were grateful regardless.  

... 

“Let’s go.” Sungchan’s grip on your arm is tight as you walk down the cold street in his jacket. “Stop dragging me acting like you’re storming out of there and you didn’t get us both kicked out.” You stumble on the sidewalk trying to keep up with him. The shoes you had chosen for tonight were for sitting at the bar and a bit of dancing, not practically running to keep up with Sungchan’s long legs.  

“Just...” He sighs and stops in his place looking down at you. You look up at him, the streetlights casting a soft glow over his usually sharp features. “Just get on my back.” He doesn’t ask, knowing you would argue. “Sungchan no, it’s late and you’ve been drinking and-”  

“You live like five minutes away, get on my back.”  

“Sungchan no-” Before you can finish your argument, your feet are lifted off the ground, and you’re thrown over his broad shoulder. His hand restingin a convenient place to keep your dress from flashing anyone on the street. Though you’re sure his hand didn’t find its way there just for your modesty. 

“Fine...” You sigh in defeat, slumping over his shoulder, letting him carry you for the short walk back to your apartment. Despite his habits with other girls at the club, he always seemed to end up in your bed at the end of the night.  

[sungchansdimple]

anton taking bg care of reader when shes sick? but reader is kinda stubborn and independent 🥹

yes omg anton’s such a sweetie ik he’d be so caring 😭🫶🫶

enjoy :))

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As you wake up for your morning class, you check your phone for a good morning text from your boyfriend, Anton. His group is preparing for a comeback that’s just around the corner, you’ve told Anton to prioritize work and once the comeback is over the two of you can see each other more but he insists on calling you twice a day and sending messages as much as possible to keep in touch.

The bright light from your phone makes your head pound, you look away from the screen but the light from your bedroom doesn’t make it any better. As you sit up and cover your eyes, your body aches and you feel dizzy.

With a groan, you head to your bathroom and check for a fever.

103.4°F. Shoot.

You put the thermometer down and text Anton “good morning <33” before you forget. Knowing that exam season is coming up you decide that you can’t afford to miss a class right now, so you grab a mask and head out in a hurry. Anton sends what seems like a hundred memes to you during your class but the light from your screen makes your head throb, so you don’t respond until later in the day.

“Don’t mean to ignore you but I have a headache :/"

Anton replies immediately with multiple messages coming through at once.

“Are you okay?”

“Did you sleep well last night?”

“I can come over right now practice is almost over.”

You laugh at the messages and reply, not wanting to worry him.

“I’m okay I slept fine. You should finish practice and not worry about me loser.”

As you arrive back at your apartment you crawl into bed and turn the lights off. When you wake up again you realize it’s almost 7pm. You’ve been asleep for six hours and Anton probably thinks you’re dead. Sitting up, you hear a familiar soothing voice.

“No, no lie down don’t move you’re fevered.”

“Anton?” You say with a soft groan from the pounding in your skull. He doesn’t say anything, just gently lays you back down and runs his fingers through your hair soothingly. The back of his hand comes to rest on your forehead, and he lets out a soft sigh.

“You don’t have to lie about being fine. I know I have a busy schedule right now but that doesn’t mean I’m not here for you anymore.”

Anton’s fingers find their way to your scalp and gently massage as you nod. “How long have you been here?” You ask quietly. He looks at your alarm clock and hums. “Almost an hour.” He laughs softly before adding “You didn’t respond to me for almost five hours I thought you were dead, or you found another man.” You shake your head and laugh softly with him. “I don’t want another man. This one breaks into my apartment and watches me sleep.” You tease him and he puts his hands up in defense.

“I wasn’t watching you sleep, I came over with ingredients and made you soup, but you were out cold, I thought I’d have to call the ambulance.” You both laugh but the idea of soup sounds nice, and you roll over to fully face him.

Anton looks undeniably beautiful like this. He’s sitting up with his back against the headboard as he looks down at you, his eyes wide and full of love. His hair is messy and it’s obvious he didn’t style it after his post-practice shower. You look up at him and smile sleepily.

“Can you go get the soup?”

He nods and gets out of bed, his sweats hanging loosely around his waist and his t-shirt tightly hugging his form. You wait patiently as you hear him heat up the soup in the microwave before returning.

He sits on the side of the bed and holds the soup bowl to your lips.

“Anton I’m not a child.” You say as you reach for the bowl. He swats your hand away though the impact is light and playful.

“Let me take care of you, just this once. Okay?”

[sungchansdimple]

please book club with sohee

this has to be my best work yet someone request more sohee rn

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The cafe smelled of dark roast coffee and early spring. You’re sitting in the window seat, same as usual, waiting for Sohee. As you wait, you watch the world outside, people walking their dogs, a pee wee soccer team practicing across the field, pigeons being fed by a couple on a bench, and a familiar cheerful boy with messy hair and a constellation of freckles decorating his cheek.  

Sohee approaches the cafe at the same time as an elderly couple. He opens the door for them, book in hand, and bows politely letting them into the cafe before he enters. You can’t help but laugh softly to yourself as he waves happily to you before walking to the counter to order his drink. Same as always, a large hot chocolate for him, and a vanilla latte for you. You used to order your own, but he would always slip cash into your book pages insisting on paying. Eventually you gave in and waited for him to get your drink.  

“The plot twist on page 228?! Woah!” Sohee smiles widely as he approaches you, balancing two drinks and a hardcover book. You take the drinks and place them on the table, giving him a chance to sit down without dropping everything. You notice he looks extra pretty today, his hair is tousled from the warm wind outside, the earthy toned flannel he has on compliments his honey skin and his eyes are sparkling with excitement.  

“What did you think of the end?” Sohee speaks while sipping his hot chocolate. His eyes widen and he quickly pulls his head back from the temperature of it. He likely won’t be able to taste the rest of the drink due to the burn on his tongue. 

Right. The book. That’s why you’re here.  

“I thought it was pretty good.” You raise an eyebrow teasingly “Which is surprising since you picked this book.” His jaw drops and he waves a hand in front of him dramatically. “You’ve liked the last three books I’ve picked, just because there were two bad ones doesn't mean I’m not a man of taste.” He huffs dramatically before burning his mouth on the hot chocolate again.  

“Fine, I liked the book. I was actually sad when I finished it, I wanted more.” Sohee smiles triumphantly at your comment. “I knew you’d like this book because of the smut scenes.” He wiggles his eyebrows teasingly. Your cheeks burn and your eyes widen. “Sohee! Shut up!” You whisper yell and throw a napkin at him, it takes a sharp turn midair and lands on the table pathetically. Sohee laughs. His eyes crinkling and the corner of his lips creating soft dimples. The sound is like music to your ears.  

You and Sohee sip on warm drinks and talk about your book, scrolling through the library catalogue to pick your next story for book club. The cafe rush clears after a while, just you two and another couple inside.  

Not ‘another’ couple. You and Sohee aren’t a couple. Just a couple of friends.  

“Hello?” The familiar voice snaps you out of your thoughts. “I said what about this one?” Sohee shows you a book on his phone, it has a good rating, and the cover looks interesting enough. You would honestly read anything Sohee suggested if it meant meeting him twice a week to watch him talk about something he’s passionate about.  

You nod.  

“Yeah, that one looks good.” 

[sungchansdimple]

short fluff shotaro x reader plz

i’m glad you asked for this omg we need more taro fluff.

enjoy :)

…

Familiar gentle hands wake you up. The feeling of soft warm fingers circling your waist and the sunlight peeking through the curtains are the first thing you notice as you rise from deep slumber. “Taro?” You say softly as you roll over. You’re greeted by your boyfriend's sleepy smile and messy blonde hair falling over his eyes. “Good morning.” He says as he leans down and presses light kisses to your cheeks and jawline. “Morning.” You say as you idly play with his hair.

The room is quiet, other than the light giggles Shotaro lets out between kisses and the sound of the city below you. Once he decides he’s given you a significant amount of morning kisses, he presses his face into your neck and hums sleepily. “Gonna make you breakfast today, okay?” Shotaro mumbles warmly against your skin. He had always been a good cook but the idea of him making breakfast alone made you a bit sad. You continue gently playing with his hair as you speak. “Let’s make breakfast together.” Shotaro lifts his head from your neck with a slight pout on his already plump lips. “You know I can make you breakfast right?” He says in his cute sleepy voice. You nod and kiss the pout from his lips. “I know Taro but I wanna do it together.” His pout is gone the moment your lips meet his and he nods. “Deal.”

You pull the ingredients from the cupboards as Shotaro reads them to you from his recipe book. Once you have everything ready, he walks up behind you and kisses your cheek. “Let’s pull this out of your face, I don’t want to eat your hair for breakfast.” He says with a soft laugh as he takes the elastic from your wrist and starts tying up your hair. While Shotaro struggles with the elastic, you start cracking eggs into a bowl.

“Done.” He says as he takes a step back looking at your tied up hair with a wide proud smile. You can feel multiple bumps in your hair and the elastic slowly falling down your head at the poorly tied ponytail, but you don’t have the heart to tell him he did it wrong. You press a quick kiss to his lips as a thank you though it’s mostly your lips against his teeth since he can’t fight back his smile.

After putting a white apron over his hoodie, Shotaro takes the egg from your hand as you’re about to crack the last one into the bowl. “I got this.” He says with a cocky smile. He holds the egg in one hand, and it nearly explodes in his hand. His lips part and his eyes widen as the yolk drips down his arm. “Oh...” He says as he looks at you with reddening cheeks. You laugh and pull him across the kitchen by the string of his apron until you both reach where the paper towels are stored. “Clean yourself up master chef, I’ll be mixing ingredients over there when you’re done.”

Once Shotaro is cleaned up, you’re done with the mix. He joins you and starts dipping the bread in the mix before walking the pieces over to the stove to cook them. As you turn to bring a piece to the stove, Shotaro is returning to grab another piece and bumps into you causing the bread to be crushed between the two of you. You look down at the mix all over your sleep shirt and a defeated but amused laugh escapes as you shake your head. “Taro you’re a mess.” You say to your now flustered boyfriend. He takes the apron off and pulls his hoodie off leaving him in a white tank top hanging loosely around his collarbones. “Maybe this was my plan all along.” He says as he starts lifting your shirt over your head and handing you his hoodie to put on.

Some time, and multiple messes later, breakfast is ready.