#riize soft hours

[astrogirlangel]

behind the shine ost is out!!! their vocals are so beautiful and i could listen to them sing for hours and hours. they way their voices blend together so well always amazes me 😍😍

[hrtz2hee]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ DUM DUM. park wonbin

p. bestfriend!wonbin x fem!reader

genre. fluff. wonbin n reader are best friends who have always gotten to experience everything together. but… wonbin feels more than just friendship. how will he ever get to express it? dum-dums! the only problem is that reader things wonbin is a big dum dum. poor wonbin.

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“wonbin. you’re so weird.” it all started in school. let’s say it was around 6th grade! you met wonbin. it was a forced move that you weren’t a big fan of. the town was a lot smaller, less shops, and more walking. way more walking. you swore it took hours just to get to the very nearest convenience store! pure agony.. and then came school. the only good thing about it was less bullying.

kids were nicer. better manners at least. you were able to make friends quite quickly and one of those friends was park wonbin. he was such a sweet and funny boy but got on your nerves sometimes. that’s when the tiny crush started. not for you but for him. wonbin would wait for you outside of the classroom, walk with you to lunch, sit next to you—he would even help you with a lot of the homework you both got. “I know a lot about this topic. trust me!” he’d say. you’d sometimes watch him. he was kinda cute. wait a second.. gross! he wasn’t cute. that was just your kind playing silly little tricks!

and before you knew it, high school started. wonbin filled out a bit more. his shoulders became much more broad and his hair was a lot longer with pretty bangs. his voice deepened but he was still the same sweet and caring wonbin you knew back in middle school. it was.. almost pure agony—like you had felt from the move. why? because you think a crush was developing. what you didn’t know is that wonbin had felt the same. felt the same for a very long time now. he was in love.

“this was.. my entire paycheck. do you know that? and you ate them all! how could you do this to me?” wonbin tried so hard to sound hurt. his acting was almost just almost believable ( if it wasn’t for his nerdy smile ) and you giggled. “come on bin! you know how much I love these little things!” the little things being dum dum lollipops. wonbin knew that, secretly. that’s why he had bought a huge container of them. making sure to pick out every single flavor but the cotton candy one’s. why? those were your favorite! “you’re lucky your cute.” is all he said before leaving the room, his face burning with embarrassment. he’d always compliment you like that.

another day. week. month. year. passes and wonbin is still by your side. the same wonbin from before. quirky but cute. quiet but funny. he would do the most nicest things for you and it was hard to understand why he always did such things but you never said anything or questioned it. until.. you met sohee. sohee was a fun and goofy person. cute. so cute that when he asked you out—it shocked you because why you? what was so special about little ole you? wonbin’s heart sank.

he couldn’t sit back and watch this happen. he was the one that was supposed to ask you out and crossed his fingers for the best to happen but sohee beat him to it. wonbin wasn’t going to give up. that’s why he spent a total of 13 days finding, buying, and gathering all of the cotton candy dum dums he could—just for you. maybe for him as well but mostly you! shaping the lollipops into a bouquet of flowers. with the help of a lot of hot glue and determination. you’d call and text over and over again wanting to hear his voice, wondering where he had been and what he was doing away from you for this long. your heart raced as he continued to ignore you and it only made you more upset. but that all was resolved the second he showed up at your doorstep.

soaked. “what the hell wonbin! where have you been? I..I was worried sick about you! don’t ever do that to me again.” he felt your pain and anger. it was all going to be so worth it, he promised. well.. to himself at least. his hands were behind his back and he tried so hard to remember his lines. he wrote them down but lost the paper in the storm.. the paper blew away. now he was stuck. all of this had to come from his heart and soul.

“yn.. I think I love you. wait no! I—I do love you. I came here to tell you that. I don’t want you to go work with sohee. I—I want you to go out with me. I am so sorry for leaving the way I did. I had a reason and.. it might be really silly but..” wonbin pulled the bouquet of flowers, no dum dums from behind his back and got down on his knees as the rain continued to pour down on him.

“will you please just give me a chance?” he looked at you once, twice, almost a third time before his head lowered. what if you said no? was already head over heels for sohee? then what? what if this was all for nothing and he—“of course my bin.” and what if.. his brain had almost turned off. all of the sudden, the tiny voice that belonged to him shut off and all he heard was the sound of the harsh rain coming down onto the porch. “what?” he asked and all you could do was smile. he was still a dum dum. your dum dum that is.

“I said yes! I.. love you wonbin.” at this point he didn’t even care about the lollipops because he dropped them and immediately stood up, eyes locked onto your own. slowly but now confidently he wrapped his arms around your waist—pulling you into a warm, tight, and loving hug. you didn’t care he was wet and he didn’t even remember he was wet. “what about sohee?” his voice was gentle now, almost a whisper. you shook your head, “he’s not my dum dum. it’s always been you.” and wonbin smiled. that pretty, quirky little smile that you adored oh so much. without warning, you leaned in to press a kiss to his lips and his pretty boba eyes widened. “that was our first kiss!” “oh hush!!” you whined out in embarrassment, hiding your face in the warmth of his neck. listening to his soft chuckle.

[choerrysjubiles]

happy august <3 hard/soft hours are open :D

[taojjang]

𐙚 midnight mirage : j.sc .ᐟ

✩⸝⸝ sungchan oneshot;  fluff!   //   bf!sungchan x reader  ˖  ✧ no warnings, all love :3 [m.list]

ಇ. nights were always your escape from the bustle of day to day life. but you begin to wonder if it's the dusk of the soft moonlight that makes you love the late nights so much, or if it's the sleepy boy beside you.

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you knew it would be difficult to slip out of bed the next morning in time for work with how welcoming the embrace of the covers felt.

the pillow felt softer than usual, the sheets felt silkier than normal, and the blanket felt warmer than ever.

yet somehow it was still hard to catch some rest.

your mind couldn't focus on the effort your bed was putting into inducing that dreary state you've felt all day, instead all you could think of was the suffocating weight of your adult responsibilities. work has been busier than ever, and your relationship with your friends has been weakening due to your inability to spare even 15 minutes to facetime anyone. the daytime makes the loneliness settle in with only the company of mere paperwork and a cup of coffee to drag you through the next hour. but at night, you had a cure to the unease of your daily routine.

you turned onto your side and faced the boy who was somehow sleepier than you despite doing nothing all day. you always found it shocking how fast sungchan fell asleep every night despite being wide awake minutes prior, telling you all about his day and asking you about yours.

you had to admit how much you missed him. sure, you text him between tasks and call him during your lunch breaks, but you always felt guilty for the lack of face-to-face intimacy.

you missed the days where you had enough time to cook for the both of you, making dinner with leisure yet so much determination while sungchan was stuck to your back, blabbering about the smell of the food and how well you were doing. you missed the simple moments of being in his presence, and that's why nighttime always feels the most comforting.

today, you felt guilty. you planned to spend your day off with sungchan and possibly catch up with some friends, but the increasing weight of your workload caught up to you even on your only day off for the next 2 months. making full-time money began to lose its motivational value once you completely lost your personal life.

sungchan lied on the bed all day watching you complete tasks at your desk, frequently asking if you were ready for a break or if you needed anything. you tried your hardest to give him as much attention as possible, but your focus couldn't keep drifting from your overdue responsibilities.

you thought you'd have enough time to sit down and watch a movie with sungchan, but he was already sleepy by the time you shut your laptop for the night. you ended up slipping between the covers, ditching the movie night plan to let your baby fall asleep in your arms.

though he was ecstatic to be so close to you, you still caught onto that lingering sense of neglect. no matter how tight you held onto him, you could never make up for the lost time.

your eyes began tracing his features: his shut eyes, his long eyelashes, his chiseled nose, his slightly agape lips, his long hair sticking to his skin, the slight pink flush of his cheeks. every time you saw the small details of his face, you couldn't help but wonder how lucky you are to have such a beautiful boy all to yourself.

your hands couldn't resist cupping his cheeks and brushing the hair away from his face. your thumbs brushed against his skin, your touch delicate in hopes of not disrupting his sleep. the tails of your lips curled into a fond smile at the warmth beneath your fingertips.

his nose lightly scrunched before he hazily mumbled, "still awake, baby?" you hummed a reply and moved closer to him. your hands were less hesitant and lost their caution once a weak smile spread on his lips. "you've been tired all day, what's keeping you awake?" sungchan asked, still too lazy to open his eyes. you fondly smiled and moved the hair poking at his face. "i wanted to pay a little more attention to you before bed," you spoke softly while tracing his features. sungchan lazily opened his eyes and met yours with the warmest, gentle gaze.

"don't get all sentimental now," he joked, "i don't wanna have to wipe any tears at this hour." you laughed and lightly hit his chest, refuting, "i'm fine! just let me look at my boyfriend!" sungchan chuckled and let his eyes shut once again, nodding, "nobody's stopping you, c'mon love." you warmly accepted his invitation and let your hands travel back to their spots on his cheeks.

"you're so pretty..." you marveled, eyes affectionately sweeping over his every feature. his cheeks lifted into a wider smile and he cracked his eyes open again. "you miss me that much?" he teased, skeptical of the sudden affection. you nodded and traced his bottom lip with your thumb. "miss you so much, channie." you affirmed, a sudden gloomy tinge dimly lingering in your gaze.

sungchan heard the guilty tone in your voice and saw the regretful glint in your eyes. he moved in for a soft peck on the lips before looking into your eyes with such tenderness. "i can stay awake a little while, is that what you want?" you shook your head and pulled yourself closer, resting against his chest and wrapping his waist in a tight embrace. "i know you're tired, it's late. i'll try to sleep," you rebuked, tightly shutting your eyes. he chuckled and rested his hand on the back of your head, stroking your hair. "i don't mind, i don't work like you do. i'll always be able to catch up on sleep later. you wanna talk or get a snack?" you shook your head, but sungchan could only chuckle at the feeling of your smile against his chest. "i can feel you smiling, silly. let's talk, it's been a while." your smile slowly dropped as the guilt settled in again.

"i'm sorry, channie," you whispered, fingers entangling themselves in the fabric of his loose shirt. sungchan looked down at you with furrowed eyebrows. "what's wrong?" he asked. your hands busied themselves fidgeting with his clothes as you searched for the right words to say. "i, well... i don't think i've been doing a good job at keeping you happy," you admitted with a tinge of dread in your voice, "i feel like i see my coworkers more than you. i want to be home more often. i really wanted to spend time with you today." it took a little more strength for sungchan to hold the increasing amount of unease in his heart now that you spoke of your guilt. "don't worry about me, dummy. look at me, i'm doin' fine. i'm always here whenever you call me, there's nothing to feel guilty about. we've all got our own things to deal with, i understand. plus, i didn't mind watching you work today. better than the lame movies on the netflix catalogue." he kept his eyes on you in hopes of spotting a mood change, but your face remained hidden against his shirt.

"you can tell me if it bothers you, sungchan. it bothers me too. i just want enough time to sit down and eat a proper meal with you. i shouldn't have to call out just to get some quality time with my family," you complained, pouting with every word. sungchan scoffed and left a kiss atop your head, agreeing, "it's about time for a new job, don't you think? they overwork you, baby. it's not about missing me, it's about not having enough time for yourself. i haven't seen you pick up that coloring book in weeks when that's all you used to do before they hired you. don't you miss coloring or going for walks? the weather's been real nice the past few days, it's a shame."

the weight on your shoulders seemed to lighten at the thought of resuming the old life you had before being dragged through the mud at your current job. you missed the lazy days on the couch, rewatching hours and hours of your favorite shows. you couldn't remember the last time you could focus on nothing but sungchan, or the last time you could soak up each other's presence without any worries. quitting didn't seem too bad if it meant being able to love sungchan the way you did before.

"that's a good idea," you nodded, "i wouldn't mind a little extra time." sungchan scoffed and snuggled his cheek on the top of your head. he groggily mumbled, "i wouldn't mind that either. miss your cuddles, love..." you laughed and let your body rest snug against his. taking in a deep breath of his warm scent, you cooed, "it's okay to fall asleep, channie. i'd hate to keep you awake." silence stiffened the air, giving you the reply you were waiting for. you giggled, looking up at your boyfriend, astonished at how quickly he gave in to his fatigue. you let your lips trace his skin and left gentle kisses wherever you could reach.

when you finally met his lips, you were shocked by a deeper kiss pressing itself into yours.

pulling away, you felt yourself drowning in the affection of your half-asleep boyfriend's gaze. admiring you with a slow blink, he whispered earnestly,

"don't worry 'bout me, love. i'll still be holding you when you wake up. see you in the morning, hm?"

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[taojjang]

𐙚 anton lee is . . .

✩⸝⸝ [THE TYPE OF BOYFRIEND TO...] a seven-part series! (vol.7) . . .

# ಇ. anton as your boyfriend; headcanons!    ⋆   fluff!   //   bf!anton x reader  ˖  ✧ no warnings [m.list]

💬 ... extra special happy bday to my pretty boy! this is the last part of this series (if you can call it one)! these r so simple and cute i loved all of them :( this one might be a long one cus anton is too romantic, i have waaay to much to say about this little guy...

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bf!anton who . . . is your giant teddy bear <3

bf!anton who . . . is practically glued to you, he can't go mere seconds without holding your hand or resting on your shoulder.

bf!anton who . . . always offers to carry your bag or belongings so you have a free hand to hold onto his arm with.

bf!anton who . . . shares everything with you; what's his is yours, from his clothes to his precious teddy bears.

bf!anton who . . . shares even his work gossip with you..? "you're never gonna believe what eunseok said today! i might need you to fight him for me, love.. </3"

bf!anton who . . . can't sleep a wink until he can see your face over the phone and wish you a good night.

bf!anton who . . . is always thinking about you during his bustling day-to-day life, always being reminded of you whenever he spots a stray cat on the sidewalk or when he smells cinnamon as he passes by your favorite bakery.

bf!anton who . . . manifests your love through food <3 this little foodie is always finding new restaurants and food trucks to stop by just to spend some time with you and fill his tummy.

bf!anton who . . . always lets you have your way no matter how much it hurts or inconveniences him. he'd do anything just for you to feel at peace.

bf!anton who . . . treasures every milestone with you, never letting you have an ordinary birthday or valentines day, even celebrating small achievements like pay raises or completing a dreaded chore.

bf!anton who . . . could never bear the thought of hurting you, so he always goes out of his way to make things right even if you're in the wrong.

bf!anton who . . . makes every day special for you, surprising you with your favorite colored flowers and a box of chocolates even if there's no special occasion. he loves you too much to let your days go by without any appreciation <3

bf!anton who . . . never makes decisions without considering your feelings. he's constantly hyper-aware of your comments and reactions because he's conscious of his actions and would never do anything to hurt you </3

bf!anton who . . . is a better boyfriend than you could ever wish for.

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[antoncore]

a thousand poems | l.at

word count: 1k

contains: (almost) tooth-rotting fluff, reader is a bit of a valentines hater, university au, literature student!anton

synopsis: you never saw the point in valentines, dreading it every year. that was until anton, a sweet literature student came along and changed your perspective…

anton lee was genuinely one of the sweetest boys you’d ever met if not the sweetest. he was a literature student that you started talking to on one of your regular library trips. the two of you had gotten so close that he’d shown you his “secret spot” — an empty hallway hidden in the corner of the top floor of the building. he offered a sense of calm between all your stressful deadlines and overwhelming classes. whenever you’d have your hangouts, he’d either have a snack that you mentioned you liked, a song to recommend you, a book that reminded him of things you’d talked about or a new poem he’d scribbled down before leaving for classes that morning.

it was now a few days before valentines and it was all that consumed your campus life — heart decorations in the student union, posters for speed dating events plastered on every noticeboard you laid your eyes upon and an overwhelming amount of emails from various societies advertising themed events. you hadn’t given much thought to the day, being too preoccupied with upcoming deadlines. you walked up the stairs, your bag heavy with the books you needed for one of your upcoming assignments.

as you turned the corner, you saw anton already waiting, cross-legged on the floor with an open book on his lap. his glasses had slid slightly down his nose, and he tapped his pen against the page, deep in thought about what to annotate it with next. “you’re here,” he teased, looking up to smile at you. his smile was soft and warm, making your heart race and settle all at once — something that nobody else had been able to do. “of course,” you replied, dropping your bag beside him with a sigh. “although i had to battle my way through a sea of valentines decorations to get here.” he laughed at your dramatic tone, shaking his head as he put his pen down.

“looks like i’ll be your escape,” he said with a grin, making space for you to sit. “i can tell you need a break.” you flopped down beside him, your exhaustion from the day’s classes suddenly feeling a bit lighter. anton’s smile softened as he spoke gently, “come on, let me read something to distract you.” “you always know exactly how to comfort me,” you said, your voice quieter than usual. he started to read from the book in his lap, his voice gentler than ever. you recognised the words from one of his favourite books, a romance novel he’d spoken about often. you rested your head on his broad shoulder as you continued to listen to him read.

the way he read every word felt intentional, like they held a deeper meaning that only he could understand. anton paused to look at you and smiled softly, only for your eyes to unintentionally meet his for a brief moment. if either of you were unsure of your feelings before, that brief moment made everything clear. there was a tenderness in the way he acted now and it spoke volumes, unspoken yet understood.

“i-i umm… actually wanted to read something else to you. i know you’re tired of everything to do with valentine’s but… i’ve been working on a poem for a while now, and… i wanted your opinion,” anton admitted, trying his best to avoid eye contact. “a poem?” you repeated, your head tilting to look at him. he nodded, fiddling with the corner of the page. “yeah, it’s… nothing special, honestly,” he whispered, but the way his fingers trembled slightly as he unfolded the piece of paper told you otherwise. you waited patiently, just like he always had for you.

finally, he cleared his throat and began reading the poem, his voice a little shaky at first. as his voice grew steadier at each line, the words sank deeper into your heart, realising every word resonated with the connection you’d come to share. you could feel the warmheartedness behind them, the vulnerability in how he expressed what was so often left unsaid. before you knew it, he had finished the poem and looked up, his cheeks flushed, unsure as to how you’d respond. you stayed silent, reflecting on what he’d said, unsure whether you could find the words to express how you felt. you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper.

“anton… that was so… beautiful,” you breathed out, the weight of the words still sinking in, your cheeks just as flushed as his. “it was perfect.” his lips parted slightly, as if he were about to say something but instead he gently traced the edge of the paper with his fingers, his eyes searching yours. “you really think so?” he questioned, his confidence lacking in the moment. “i was so nervous to read that to you.” you smiled reassuringly as you studied his face fondly. “why? you know i love everything that you share with me.” “because this was different, y/n,” he admitted, lifting his head up fully. “this was… for you.”

the air between you shifted as you swallowed, your fingers slightly shaky. “anton…” he hesitated for a second before reaching for your hand, his touch warm and grounding. “i meant every word,” he confessed, his thumb softly brushing your knuckles. “every single one.” your breath caught in your throat. the touch of his gentle hands, his sound of his calm voice along with the way he was looking at you — like you were something precious, irreplaceable — was almost overwhelming.

you were speechless and it was impossible to deny that everything inside you pulled you towards him, as if you were connected. slowly, you leaned in, closing the space between the two of you. anton’s breath hitched, his eyes widening slightly before they fluttered shut. your lips met in a soft kiss, one filled with all the words you couldn’t say right now. his hand moved to cup your cheek, his touch featherlight, as if he were afraid this moment would end too soon. the way you melted into each other felt natural, as if this was always meant to happen. his fingers held you for just a second longer before you both pulled away breathless, his glasses slightly askew and his cheeks even more flushed than before, matching your own.

“so y/n… can i—” he paused, his eyes asking for your reassurance. “can i be your valentine?” his question hung in the air, soft yet filled with so much meaning. you smiled, heart fluttering at the sincerity in his eyes. you cupped his face gently, bringing him closer as you whispered, “of course.” anton’s eyes brightened and before you knew it, he was kissing you again, more tenderly than before.

“i’d write a thousand poems just to show you how much you mean to me.”

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[atzhrts]

shotaro blow-drying your hair ohhhh my tummy,, imagine it's a rainy night, where it's mellow no thunder or lightning just the soft pitter patter of the rain against the roof and windows, you both got done taking a warm bath together just playing with the bubbles no matter how immature that sounds, enjoying the scent of the bath bomb you both agreed on, washing each other's hair and touching each other in a non sexual way, just appreciating one another, after you both change into warm pajamas, fluffy socks on both your feets he tells you softly to sit in front of him so he can blow dry your hair and you agree, and he's so soft with your hair making sure not to pull or accidentally tangle it, and the only light surrounding you both is a soft bunny lamp that emits that orange yellow glow and maybe even fairy lights on the walls and everything is so peaceful as you both talk about what movie you'll watch after you're done, and what you'll decided to order to eat and you both think this is what happiness and true love really is and feels like.. :(

butterflies in my tummy fr

i’m such a sucker for showering/ taking a bath together an non sexual touches…so take this as the what happens before anons thoughts :)))))))))

i can just imagine taro coming home after an awful day and just telling you all about it and how bad it was, eyes literally lightening up when you ask him if he wants to unwind and take a bath together. normally shotaro would take the seat behind you, letting your back rest against his chest as his hands run up and down your arms. on days like these however he just wants to be held, he just wants to lay his head on your chest and have your hands play with his hair, the fact that he needs to lay in the most uncomfortable position known to man kind in order to fit into the bathtub like this is his compromise.

getting out and wrapping the towel around both of your bodies, forcing you to press close to him because shotaro want to “stay warm”. he’d lay his cheek against the top of your head and gently sway your bodies from side to side as you run your hands up and down his back, if someone saw you from their perspective they’d think you’ve gone crazy.

[taojjang]

hai friends! hiatus is finally over!

i have a pretty brutal cold right now but i am bored out of my mind and i am in need of occupation, so i'll be posting soon! since the poll says fluff is in high demand, i'll be writing fluff! (though i do have a few nsfw works up my sleeve...)

please drop some fluffy asks/requests/thoughts in my inbox or in the comments and i'll get to work! my brain is pretty dry rn and i cannot think of anything other than seunghan's dance practice reel so i'm relying on the minds of you anons 🙂‍↕️🫵