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STOP INNER RAGE AND SELECTIVE SHYNESS IS SO ME WWW (except i didn’t select my social anxiety sigh) WHO’S STALKING ME RN

my beloved heewon

tags: @quimichi @iz-vera @valleyxdoodles @ji-mintcookie @jellyluv4eva + anyone<33

quiz tag game + your bias

i found this cute personality quiz while i was scrolling thru twt and i thought it’d be fun to do here hehe :3

how did they know i cry super easily TT skjwhw

np taggies: @yourfatherlucifer @cottoncandy-girl @bvidzsoo @mysteriousrainsworld @svintsandghosts @coffee-addict-kitten @sp4ceboo @sorryimananti-romantic @wwooyology @mimikittysblog @crimsonbubble @potatomountain @almightyddeonghwa @hongjoongspoetry @ateezscupid +anyone who’d like to join in <333

w- what do you mean heeseung has red hair and niki is silver now

.. OH MY SHAYLA 🥹

okay, I’m just gonna say it: WHAT THE FUCK. Our seven are already being overworked with SO MANY clear signs of exhaustions, and according to Jungwon, they’re practicing for their next comeback (mind you, the last one was literally 1-2 MONTHS AGO??) WHILE THEY’RE ON TOUR?!?! And now you’re saying the company wants them to still have their concert WHEN A TYPHOON IS GOING TO HIT JAPAN. Especially after the TXT mistreatment incident and the ILLIT/Newjeans drama, oh my god, HYBE really DOES NOT LEARN.

for belift to still make enha have a concert in japan when it’s been announced that a typhoon is going to hit the entire country.. speaks volumes about what that company prioritises.

bcs how r u gonna send ur artist to have a CONCERT in the same country that the citizens of are going to supermarkets to restock on their products for a few days as they need to stay inside their houses and not leave. how are you risking your artists’ safety like this.

please boycott if you can. boycott and spread awareness about enhypen’s situation. since this company is so money greedy i’m so sure they’ll have to do SOMETHING bcs of the boycotts.

and GIVE ENHA A BREAK.

Jungwon you silly billy goose kitty

[ENHYPEN] What am I doing these days! 🙋‍♀️ Thinking about the choreography of Fatal Trouble

LMAOO FRRR LIKE WHY IS HE SO HOTT 😭 (HE’S SUNGHOON FROM A KPOP GROUP CALLED ENHYPEN BTW)

WELL GODDAMN HE DIDN’T HAVE TO KILL THE ENGENES LIKE THAT

WELL GODDAMN HE DIDN’T HAVE TO KILL THE ENGENES LIKE THAT

bye tf HOW ARE THEY SO DAMN HOT AHHSHAJAJSJSAAAA

laughs hysterically in I’m going to enha’s may concert on fri 😝🥹💕

ENHA’S DARK BLOOD SPECIAL ALBUM IS COMING ON MAY 13TH?!?!??? I’M DEAD

𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 엔하이픈

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request page + guidelines

✎ yang jungwon | 양정원

Nothing currently..

✎ lee heeseung | 이희승

Nothing currently..

✎ park jay/jongseong | 박종성

Nothing currently..

✎ sim jake/jaeyun | 심재윤

✧ jake dating headcannons (req) fluff, enemies to lovers

✎ park sunghoon | 박성훈

Nothing currently..

✎ kim sunoo | 김선우

Nothing currently..

✎ niki | 니키/西村 力

Nothing currently..

─── REQUEST GUIDELINES ᯓ★

•requests will be open but i will say i’m pretty busy w school and other things, so they may be very slow. i also get unmotivated or writers block quickly (which is a bad thing since the fic will likely be lazy if i am) so i’m sorry if i don’t get to all requests!!

•due to the bullet above, i will be mostly writing at my own pace

•you can send requests here in the comments, in my inbox, or use the ask box! preferably inbox/ask box though

•i may delete or refuse requests if i don’t have any ideas for it or feel too burnt out and overloaded

•who i will write: male kpop idols (mainly enha, &team, and txt), male anime characters (mainly naruto, maybe aot/snk depending, demon slayer, or others. I’ll tell you if I haven’t watched the anime or won’t write on those), male genshin characters, and the ninjago ninja (minus nya sorry ㅜㅜ)

•what i will be writing: fluff, angst, aus (although i may have a hard time with some of them), platonic

•what i will not be writing: nsfw/smut/any sexual content, yandere, pregnancy, poly, male reader, m/m or f/f, member x member, character x character, female idols/characters (depending on if you request kpop or anime/shows/games)

i do not feel comfortable writing these or just personally dislike them, sorry to those trying to find these!

•nsfw/smut/sexual content: i MAY do implied smut, but it really depends and is a big might.

•i will mainly be doing oneshots/small fics or headcannons/reactions/soft thoughts, although the latter i may not do as often since I’m not too good :’)

•for the format, state the idol/character you’ll be requesting for and the general storyline. i’ll try my best on interpreting how the fic should go.

•lastly please be respectful and kind while requesting! thank youu <3

It Was Never Just Fun (two)

part one.

part three.

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࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: fwb!rikix female!reader

࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: angst

࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: curse words

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Riki didn’t go back inside the party. He couldn’t.

Not when his mind was still stuck on the way y/n had looked at him—like she was done, like she was finally slipping through his fingers, and he had no one to blame but himself.

He stood there on the sidewalk long after she left, staring at the empty street, fists clenched at his sides. His whole body felt tense, like he was seconds away from breaking something.

She wanted him to say it.

To admit it.

But how the fuck was he supposed to say something that terrified him?

riki had never been good at feelings. He didn’t do relationships. Didn’t do commitment. It was easier not to care, to keep things simple.

But y/n wasn’t simple, She never had been.

And now, she was gone.

The thought alone made his stomach sink.

He pulled his phone out, fingers hovering over her contact. He wanted to text her—say something, anything to fix this. But what the fuck was he supposed to say?

“Sorry for being emotionally unavailable?”

“Sorry for acting like you didn’t mean something when you fucking do?”

He scoffed, shoving his phone back into his pocket. He had no right to text her. No right to chase after her when he was the one who pushed her away.

But that didn’t stop him from wanting to.

y/n was still wide awake when her phone buzzed at 2 a.m.

She knew who it was before she even looked.

Riki.

She stared at the screen for a long moment, her chest tightening. She wanted to ignore it. She should ignore it.

But she didn’t.

Riki: Are you home?

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. Her first instinct was to leave him on read. Let him wonder. Let him feel even an ounce of what she felt tonight.

But she hated that she still cared.

y/n: Why do you care?

Three dots appeared. Then disappeared. Then came back again.

Riki: Just answer the goddamn question.

She exhaled sharply, rolling onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. He wasn’t even trying to be subtle. He wanted to know she was safe, but he couldn’t just say that.

y/n: Yeah, I’m home.

She expected him to leave it at that. Maybe even say good. But instead—

Riki: Open the door.

Her breath caught.

She sat up so fast she got dizzy, eyes widening at the message. He’s here?

y/n hesitated for half a second before throwing the covers off and heading for the door. When she swung it open, Riki was standing there, hood up, hands shoved into his pockets, looking every bit as reckless and conflicted as she felt.

She crossed her arms. “What the hell are you doing here?”

He exhaled, dragging a hand down his face. “I don’t know.”

“Bullshit.”

His jaw clenched. “I just—I couldn’t—” He let out a frustrated sigh. “I didn’t want to leave it like that.”

She laughed dryly. “So what? You’re here to apologize?”

Riki looked at her, and something in his gaze made her stomach twist. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, y/n. I just know I couldn’t sleep knowing you were pissed at me.”

She shook her head, swallowing the lump in her throat. “You don’t get to do this, Riki. You don’t get to act like you care but refuse to actually say it.”

His expression hardened. “You think this is easy for me?”

“Yes!” she snapped. “Because you get to have it both ways. You get to keep me close enough when you need me but push me away when it gets too fucking real.”

He flinched, and for the first time, she saw it—fear. Not anger. Not frustration. Just pure, unfiltered fear in his eyes.

She softened. Just a little.

“Why are you so scared of me?” she asked, voice quieter now.

He looked away, jaw tight. “I’m not.”

“Yes, you are,” she insisted. “You’re scared of us. Of what this could be. And you’d rather destroy it before it even happens than admit that you actually—”

“Don’t,” he cut her off, voice strained.

She sucked in a breath. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t fucking say it.”

“Say what?” she pressed. “That you care?”

He exhaled sharply, like the word itself was suffocating him.

y/n let out a humorless laugh. “You know what’s funny? You’ve already lost me, riki. And you still can’t say it.”

Silence.

Just his heavy breathing, her pounding heart, and the tension so thick she felt like she might choke on it.

She took a slow step back. “Go home, riki.”

His jaw clenched, hands twitching at his sides, like he wanted to reach for her but didn’t know how.

He didn’t move.

Neither did she.

Until finally, she took another step back and shut the door in his face.

And this time, he let her.

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sooo what do we thinkkk??? I’m almost done writing the last part and I’m so tempted to finish it todayyy

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It Was Never Just Fun

⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆

࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: fwb!riki x female!reader

࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: angst

࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: curse words

──── ୨୧ ────

The music inside the party was deafening, the bass rattling through y/n’s chest as she weaved through the crowd. It smelled like expensive perfume and alcohol, bodies pressed together in the dimly lit room, but she didn’t care about any of it. Not when her eyes were locked on him.

Riki was leaning against the bar, laughing at something a girl whispered in his ear. She was close—too close—her manicured nails tracing along the sleeve of his jacket like she had every right to be there. And the worst part? He wasn’t stopping her.

Y/n felt her stomach twist, a sick, ugly feeling clawing at her insides. She didn’t move, didn’t say anything. She just stood there, watching, feeling like an idiot for expecting anything different.

She should have left. Should have turned around and walked right out of the party like none of this mattered. But instead, she grabbed a drink off the nearest table and downed it in one go, ignoring the burn in her throat. She needed something—anything—to drown out the anger rising in her chest.

Because this wasn’t supposed to hurt.

They weren’t supposed to be like this.

They were just messing around—no strings, no feelings. That was the deal. That was what Riki wanted.

So why the fuck did it feel like she was suffocating?

She didn’t wait for him to notice her before she turned on her heel and stormed outside, the cold air slapping her in the face as she stepped onto the empty street.

She shouldn’t care. She shouldn’t care. She shouldn’t care.

But she did.

And she hated herself for it.

y/n was halfway down the sidewalk when she heard footsteps behind her, heavy and hurried.

“Y/n—”

She clenched her jaw, her steps quickening. “Don’t.”

“Y/n, stop.”

His voice was sharp, cutting through the night like a knife. She let out a bitter laugh but stopped anyway, turning to face him.

Riki stood there, breathing hard, his jaw tight. He looked frustrated—maybe even angry. Like she was the problem. Like she was the one making things complicated.

“What the fuck was that?” he demanded.

She let out a harsh laugh. “Are you seriously asking me that right now?”

“Yes, I am.” His voice was lower now, more serious. “You just disappeared. You could’ve at least told me—”

“Told you what, Riki?” she snapped, cutting him off. “That I was sick of standing there, watching you flirt with someone else like I don’t even fucking exist?”

His expression flickered, something unreadable passing through his eyes. “It wasn’t like that.”

“Oh, fuck off,” she spat. “It’s always like that. Every single time.”

Riki dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “y/n, you knew what this was.”

She laughed again, but this time, it was empty. “Right. No feelings, no expectations. Just fucking and pretending like it means nothing.” She took a step closer, her voice lowering. “But here’s the thing, Riki—I can’t do it anymore. I can’t keep acting like I don’t care when I do. I can’t keep pretending I’m okay with being just another girl you push aside when you get bored.”

His eyes darkened. “That’s not what this is.”

“Then what is it?” she challenged.

He opened his mouth, then closed it.

And that was the problem, wasn’t it?

Riki felt something. She knew he did. It was in the way he kissed her when no one was looking, the way he always pulled her back in after every argument, the way he always found her in a crowded room like he couldn’t help himself.

But he would never say it.

Because if he admitted it, then it would be real. And if it was real, then he couldn’t just walk away when it got too much.

“Say it,” she pushed, her voice trembling now. “Say you don’t feel anything for me, and I’ll walk away right now.”

He stared at her, his chest rising and falling, his hands clenched into fists like he was fighting some invisible war.

Seconds passed. Then more.

And then he shook his head. “You don’t get it.”

“No, you don’t get it,” she shot back. “You’re scared. You’re so fucking scared of actually feeling something that you’d rather push me away than admit it.”

His jaw tightened, but he didn’t deny it.

And that was all the confirmation she needed.

y/n exhaled, taking a step back. Her heart felt like it was being ripped apart, but she forced herself to meet his gaze one last time.

“I can’t be the only one fighting for this, Riki.” Her voice was barely above a whisper now. “If you don’t want me, just say it. Say it so I can stop fucking hurting like this.”

Silence.

His lips parted like he wanted to say something—anything—but nothing came out.

Y/n nodded to herself, swallowing the lump in her throat. “That’s what I thought.”

She turned around and started walking, ignoring the way her vision blurred, ignoring the way her chest ached.

She kept waiting for him to stop her.

But he didn’t.

And that hurt more than anything else ever could.

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Idk if I like thisss but I already have part two done so just lmk if you guys want it!!

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