あたし ⎯⎯ Libra — 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝐭𝐡 is my date, 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐏-𝐓. A person with a chaotic life who finds some comfort in escaping reality through writing. I suffer from an overactive imagination, but I don’t always know how to put my ideas into words. She/her. A lover of psychology, rational to the point of emotional detachment. A K-pop fan since 2017, formerly a multi-stan; "𝗘𝗡𝗛𝗔 𝗙𝗔𝗡" since 2020. Currently 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥; I only stan 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍.
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for the sugar talk event: maybe some hee fluff where he takes care of u while ur on ur period 🥹🥹
╭┈┈ ⌗ 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧 ! 𖹭 「 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 」
𝟎𝟐 ㅤㅤ✿𝆬 𓂂 𝗖𝗬𝗖𝗟𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗧 ⎯⎯⎯⎯ （ 𝗪𝗖 : 𝟱𝟯𝟱 ）: bf! Heeseung headcanons, period topic, just pure domestic pampering, emotional maturity, fluff & comfort
Thank you for sending in your request! I really hope you enjoy it, sweetie ~ 💗
𔓕 · 𝗯𝗳!𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 who was admittedly a little clumsy and lost during the very beginning of your relationship, but completely memorized your preferences over time out of pure devotion to your well-being.
𔓕 · 𝗯𝗳!𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 who notices the change in your mood or energy before you even say a word, quietly shifting into caretaker mode and checking up on you with soft, lingering looks to make sure you're doing okay.
𔓕 · 𝗯𝗳!𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 who makes sure your favorite comfort snacks are always within arm's reach, subtly leaving a chocolate bar or your preferred treats on your desk or nightstand just to bring a small smile to your face.
𔓕 · 𝗯𝗳!𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 who gently pulls you into his lap or chest whenever you're resting on the couch, using his hands to rub your back or your stomach with a warm, steady pressure to help soothe the cramps.
𔓕 · 𝗯𝗳!𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 who takes over any small chores or tasks you're too tired to handle, telling you to just lie down and rest while he handles everything with a soft "Don't worry about it, baby, I've got it."
𔓕 · 𝗯𝗳!𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 who drops slow, reassuring kisses on your forehead or the crown of your head whenever you're feeling especially sensitive or irritable, letting you ramble or just stay silent without any pressure.
𔓕 · 𝗯𝗳!𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 who sets up the perfect cozy environment for you to rest, bringing you your heaviest blankets, heating up a water bottle, and putting on a movie or a playlist you love so you can just fade out and relax.
𔓕 · 𝗯𝗳!𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 who never, ever makes you feel like your pain or your mood is an inconvenience, listening to you complain about the cramps with absolute patience and a soft, understanding look because he knows it's something entirely out of your control.
𔓕 · 𝗯𝗳!𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 who can't help but let out a soft, amused chuckle when you start venting about how unfair it is to be a woman and wishing you were a man instead, gently pressing a kiss to your temple to quiet your adorable rants.
𔓕 · 𝗯𝗳!𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 who becomes fiercely attentive to the smallest details, making sure you have absolutely everything you need within arm's reach, so you don't have to lift a single finger.
𔓕 · 𝗯𝗳!𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 who takes your nutrition very seriously during these days, gently teasing you if you try to skip a meal because of the discomfort and personally making sure you eat something warm, delicious, and comforting.
𔓕 · 𝗯𝗳!𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 who loves to completely spoil you when you're feeling low, running his fingers through your hair and murmuring sweet nonsense until he manages to distract you from the pain.
𔓕 · 𝗯𝗳!𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 who will softly hum or sing your favorite melody in that beautiful, comforting voice of his if the cramps are keeping you awake, holding you close against his chest until he feels your breathing finally slow down into a peaceful sleep.
𔓕 · 𝗯𝗳!𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 who is, at his very core, the epitome of a gentle, empathetic, and deeply considerate partner; he takes immense pride in fulfilling his role, ensuring you always feel protected, supported, respected and loved during your most vulnerable days ♡.
NOTE : I chose to write this topic this way because I already have another request involving period care, but that one is a dad-husband!Heeseung trope. I had to add a note to the event list saying that I won't be writing the same theme twice. So just keep in mind that I won't be accepting any more requests with this topic from now on.
I am here to drop my request for this event. I would like to ask for an dad!Heeseung OS. The idea is to develop the typical late-night situation where one of their children wakes him up with one of the worst phrases of parenthood: "Dad, I forgot my homework" 😂💀. I leave it completely up to your free will to decide how Heeseung will approach it.
Much success with the event, I love u saur much! 💕 Lets gaurrr sugar talk!
Oh Mai Lop ~ thank you so much! I truly appreciate this idea and all the support you're giving me, and the fact that you've decided to be a part of this. I love you saur much too, gorgeous! 💕
Midnight had swept away the last trace of noise in the house, establishing a dense calm, the kind that is only achieved when the children have finally fallen asleep in their beds. Heeseung was in that perfect point of rest, submerged in his own bubble of warmth, caught between the sheets and the sweet lethargy that always lingered in the room after making love to you until both were satisfied.
In fact, he still retained the delicious trace of your warmth against his skin. However, the moment he tried to settle more comfortably and turned over, noticing that you had let go of his grip to sink deeper into your own side of the bed, the silence of the room was subtly interrupted when, out of nowhere, a metallic sound was heard, almost imperceptible.
The door handles began to move clumsily, tugging uselessly against the lock that, out of pure precaution and the search for privacy, both had put in place before starting their pre-sleep activities. He didn’t need to be a mind reader to know perfectly who was on the other side.
Containing a sigh that tugged at the corner of his lips, he sat up slowly. He didn’t bother turning on the bedside lamp; instead, he moved around in the dark, searching for his sweatpants on the floor and putting them on clumsily in the gloom, juggling to keep his balance. Before taking a single step, he turned toward the bed. He gave you a quick, meticulous look, making sure your breathing remained steady. Upon confirming that your rest remained intact, he walked barefoot toward the entrance. He carefully unlatched the lock and opened the door little by little.
Just as he had predicted, Hae-Rin’s silhouette stood out against the dim light of the hallway. Her hair was completely tousled, her feet were bare, and her sleepy little eyes betrayed a mix of sleep and contained childish alarm. He felt a tug at his heart. The image was so tender that any trace of nighttime heaviness evaporated instantly.
He crouched down to her level, opening his arms in a silent invitation. The little girl didn’t hesitate; she immediately threw herself toward him, wrapping her little arms around his neck with adorable desperation. Heeseung held her, stroking her back.
“What are you doing awake at this hour, sweetheart? You didn’t wake up your brother, did you?” he whispered in her ear, barely a thread of voice, hoarse from the lingering sleep.
“Dae-Hee is asleep, I didn’t bother him at all. Or well… he didn’t wake up even though I insisted I needed his help. He sleeps like a rock even during emergencies,” Hae-Rin replied, imitating his low tone with a seriousness that made Heeseung chuckle. “Because yes… There is an emergency, Daddy.”
Heeseung frowned, scanning the empty hallway as his protective instinct flared in his chest.
“An emergency?” he asked, pulling her back a little to look at her small face, searching for any sign, even the slightest, that something might be bothering her at this time of night. “Does something hurt? Do you need to go to the bathroom? Did you have a bad dream?”
The girl shook her head repeatedly, her hair swinging from side to side. Seeing that Heeseung insisted with his gaze, Hae-Rin shifted her eyes toward the interior of the bedroom. The hallway light barely reached to illuminate the silhouette of your sleeping body on the bed. With an air of absolute secrecy, the little girl took her father’s hand and pulled him backward, urging him to step completely out into the corridor. Heeseung let himself be guided, standing up with a smile he could no longer hide.
“Why so much mystery, huh? Is it something Mommy shouldn’t know about?” he asked with a muffled laugh, touched by how cautious she was trying to be so as not to wake you.
Hae-Rin stopped in the middle of the carpeted hallway, let go of his hand, and clasped her own fingers behind her back, rocking on her heels. She looked up at him with the greatest expression of guilt her five years allowed her to muster.
“Daddy… Will you help me with my homework? It’s just… I forgot to do it,” she murmured, dragging out the words and giving him her most elaborate puppy eyes.
Heeseung’s smile froze on his face. It took him a couple of seconds to process the request, until he suddenly let out a heavy sigh, running both hands over his face in a desperate attempt to shake off the remaining drowsiness. With his heart beating a little faster from the scare, he slowly turned his head toward the bedroom door, almost begging the universe that your sleep was heavy enough not to have heard Hae-Rin’s bold confession.
Noticing that everything remained calm, he looked back at the little girl, this time adopting a moderately stern expression that he rarely managed to maintain in front of her.
“Are you telling me you forgot your homework? At this hour?” he scolded in a whisper, incredulous, crossing his arms as he looked down at her from his height. “Lee Hae-Rin, we clearly saw how Mommy spent almost the entire weekend helping your brother with his things. We even asked you more than once if you also had anything to turn in, and you assured us you didn’t on every occasion. You said only Dae-Hee had assignments.”
The little girl, feeling cornered, didn’t waste time deploying her best defense strategy: she lunged forward, wrapping her little arms around her father’s leg while lifting her face, giving him an exaggerated pout and eyes shining with remorse.
“Please don’t tell Mommy, Daddy!” the little girl pleaded in the same low tone, pressing herself tighter against his sweatpants. “It’s just… I really only cared about playing. I was having so much fun that I completely forgot I also had to do the same homework as Dae-Hee.”
Heeseung let out another sigh, completely surrendering to his daughter’s adorable manipulation. Shaking his head, he crouched to her level and picked her up, settling her against his chest as he began walking with stealthy steps toward the room the twins shared.
“You know this isn’t the first time you’ve done this, you little troublemaker,” he warned her in a low voice, tucking a messy strand of hair behind the girl’s ear as they moved down the hallway. “If you keep neglecting things like this, Mommy is really going to end up punishing you again, and this time I won’t be able to save you.”
“And whose fault is it that studying isn’t even half as fun as playing with my dolls?” Hae-Rin responded immediately, crossing her arms over her father’s shoulder with implacable childish logic. Heeseung simply looked at her for a brief second, holding back a smile at the little girl’s audacity.
He then entered the children’s room carefully, making sure not to disturb Dae-Hee’s peaceful sleep, who was sleeping soundly curled up in his own bed. Gently, he placed Hae-Rin on her sheets and sat on the edge of the mattress, weighing the situation before proposing the only viable escape he could think of at that hour.
“Okay, let’s do this. This is the solution I propose…” he murmured, leaning toward her with an air of complicity. “Tomorrow, when your brother wakes up, or better yet, when you’re already at school and Mommy can’t find out… you two get together. Turn in Dae-Hee’s flag and say you did it together, that you both painted the drawing. That way the teacher will grade both of you and there won’t be any problem.”
“You’re the smartest daddy in the whole world!” Hae-Rin celebrated with a radiant smile that lit up her little face, immediately throwing herself into his arms again to wrap them around his neck.
“Shhh~ don’t be so rowdy at this hour,” Heeseung laughed, returning the hug tenderly before planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. He tucked her back onto the pillow and pulled the blankets up to cover her properly to her shoulders. “Anyway, don’t worry anymore, your brother will help you in the morning.”
At that statement, father and daughter turned their heads at the same time, giving a quick glance to little Dae-Hee before exchanging a smile full of complicity. Heeseung caressed the girl’s cheek one last time in farewell.
“Good night, my little girl. Go back to sleep now.”
After receiving a subtle nod from her, Heeseung stood up and prepared to leave the room with the same stealth with which he had entered. However, his body still felt too tense to go straight back to bed with you; the adrenaline from the little emergency had left his throat dry. Deviating from his original path, he headed silently toward the stairs and descended the steps toward the darkness of the kitchen, with the sole intention of pouring himself a refreshing glass of water.
The ground floor was immersed in peaceful darkness. Heeseung reached the counter, took a glass, and filled it directly from the dispenser, enjoying the first cold sip that slid down his throat. He was savoring the silence, believing that the nighttime odyssey had finally ended, when a small silhouette materialized out of nowhere right beside him. He jumped violently in place, almost choking on the water as he brought a hand to his chest from the unexpected scare.
“What now?” he asked, recovering his breath and setting the glass on the counter to crouch down immediately and pick her up in his arms again.
“It’s just…” the girl began, twisting her mouth into a deeply distressed pout while playing with the buttons of her pajama top. “I just remembered that my flag didn’t have the same drawing as Dae-Hee’s, Daddy. Mine had to be a different theme.”
Heeseung tilted his head back, closing his eyes tightly as he let out a dry laugh, devoid of any humor. He was completely incredulous, caught between frustration and pure exhaustion. The only thing his mind and body craved in that instant was to drag himself back to bed, slip under the sheets, and sleep deeply, wrapped around you.
Hae-Rin, immediately detecting the absolute exhaustion and subtle frustration on her father’s face, didn’t waste time activating her contingency plan. Changing her expression in the blink of an eye, she looked at him with rapidly blinking eyelashes and suddenly bright, almost tearful eyes, while leaning her body forward to wrap her arms tightly around his neck.
“I love you so much, Daddy! I’m really sorry,” the little girl exclaimed in an urgent whisper, pressing herself against his shoulder. “I promise I’ll never, ever let myself forget the homework again. From now on I’m going to behave super well, you’ll see.”
Heeseung let out a dry sigh and pulled her back just a few centimeters, holding her by the sides to look at her with a mix of consternation and disbelief. He furrowed his brow, not out of real annoyance, but out of the amazement that his little creation’s cunning always caused him, and pressed his lips into a straight line while slowly shaking his head. He had heard that same empty promise so many times in recent months that he had already lost count; chaos seemed to be the natural state of that girl, and the promises of amendment lasted only as long as it took for the sun to rise.
“Listen to me carefully, Lee Hae-Rin, because this is going to be the last time I save your skin,” he warned, narrowing his eyes with feigned severity and pointing at her with his index finger. “If Mommy finds out and punishes you, or if they call you out at school, I’m not going to intervene for you anymore. You’re on your own after this.”
The little girl, far from being intimidated, returned exactly the same expression, wrinkling her forehead and pressing her lips with the exact same determination. The physical resemblance between the two had always been undeniable, but in moments like this, where Hae-Rin replicated his gestures with almost comical precision, Heeseung remembered that the little girl was a reflection of his own being combined with yours. She had also heard that same “last time” sentence countless times, and she knew perfectly well that, despite the warnings, he continued to be her official rescuer.
“Okay, Daddy. Go get the school stuff then,” she murmured, relaxing her face now that she knew she had won and giving him little pats on the shoulder in a carefree manner.
“I’ll go get the materials to make that dam- ... dummy flag,” Heeseung grumbled in a low voice, finally surrendering as he slid the girl’s body down to the floor.
“Yay! Good luck, Daddy! You’re the best daddy in the whole world,” Hae-Rin exclaimed in an excited whisper, jumping on her bare feet.
Without wasting a single second, the girl turned around and began to slip away with quick, silent steps toward the hallway, heading for the stairs. Heeseung stood by the kitchen counter, watching the scene with his arms crossed over his chest and one eyebrow raised, waiting to see how far his daughter’s boldness would go. When he saw her halfway up the first flight of stairs, he decided to break the silence.
“And where do you think you’re going in such a hurry, young lady?” he asked, raising his voice slightly so it would reach her clearly from where he stood.
“To keep sleeping in my little bed,” Hae-Rin replied, stopping midway up the step to look at him over her shoulder with total naturalness. “I trust you’re going to do a very pretty job with my homework, Daddy. Although… well, we all know you don’t have the same magic hands as Mommy for crafts, but I’m sure it’ll turn out nice. Good night!”
Before she could take the next step to continue her escape, Heeseung reacted with lightning agility. He crossed the kitchen and took the first steps two at a time, catching her just as the girl reached the top of the stairs. With a clean movement and an amused smile playing on his lips, he lifted her and tucked her under his arm, carrying her as if she were a sack of potatoes.
“Oh no! Daddy, put me down!” Hae-Rin squealed between muffled giggles, kicking lightly in the air while her tousled hair fell toward the floor.
“No way, little one,” the older one declared as he descended the steps again with a firm pace, ignoring the girl’s playful complaints. “If I can’t be in my bed sleeping hugged up with Mommy because of you, then you’re not going to yours either. You’re staying here and taking responsibility for your recklessness. It’s time you learned a lesson.”
When he reached the ground floor, Heeseung walked straight to the living room and, with total care, placed his chaotic little love on the surface of the coffee table. Then he stretched out his arm and turned on the lights in the room, flooding the space with brightness that made the girl blink in annoyance at the sudden glare.
“Sit right there. I’ll go get the cardstock and scissors. You’re going to tell me exactly what we have to do,” Heeseung ordered, giving her one last warning look before heading toward the hallway closet where you kept all the supplies.
After a while, he returned to the living room carrying a box full of colored cardstock, school scissors, and other things under one arm, while with his hands he balanced two steaming mugs he had just prepared in the kitchen. He set the materials on the coffee table and handed Hae-Rin her cup of warm milk with honey, reserving the strong coffee for himself. He knew he was going to need it.
“Alright, little boss. Here are the mugs and the materials. Now tell me, what exactly is your theme supposed to be?” Heeseung murmured, taking a sip of his coffee before sitting on the rug, at the level of the table.
“Monarch butterflies, Daddy. Dae-Hee’s was about planets, but mine has to be butterflies in a forest,” Hae-Rin explained, taking a sip of her milk and immediately leaving a tender white mustache on her upper lip. “But put some pretty green leaves, don’t cut them ugly like last time.”
“Hey! My cutting technique has improved a lot, your Mommy assures me,” he defended himself with an indignant smile, taking a green cardstock and beginning to trace the silhouette of some leaves with all the concentration in the world.
The following hours passed in an absolutely cozy nocturnal bubble. Although in that living room a battle was being fought against time and glue sticks. Hae-Rin, acting as the most demanding creative director, pointed with her little finger indicating where to place each detail, gracefully criticizing her father’s drawing attempts, and Heeseung, with infinite patience that only his little girl could evoke, obeyed every order. He cut, painted, and glued tirelessly, stopping only to clean the milk remnants from his daughter’s face or to share a complicit laugh every time a stroke didn’t come out quite straight.
However, exhaustion soon took its toll on them silently; Hae-Rin’s eyelids began to grow heavy, her corrections turned into sleepy mumbles, and without realizing it, sleep overcame both of them in the middle of the night.
When the first rays of morning sun began to filter through the curtains, you woke up feeling Heeseung’s side completely cold. Surprised, you put on a robe and quietly went down the stairs, following the trace of a faint light coming from the living room. When you peeked in, the scene that unfolded before your eyes forced you to cover your mouth to contain an exclamation of pure tenderness.
Hae-Rin was deeply asleep on the sofa, curled up in a ball and hugging a cushion tightly, but her little hand hung toward the floor, firmly holding Heeseung’s fingers. He, for his part, was completely sprawled out on the rug; he had a smudge of blue acrylic paint on the back of his hand and, for some reason only his daughter could explain, a shiny star sticker decorated his right cheek.
On the coffee table reigned an adorable chaos: the two empty mugs, scattered cardstock scraps, and, in the center, the famous finished flag. Despite being a last-minute job, the result was quite decent.
A low laugh escaped your lips, breaking the morning silence. The sound was enough to make Heeseung stir uncomfortably on the floor, letting out a lazy groan before opening one eye. Upon seeing you standing next to the sofa, looking fresh and rested unlike his current deplorable state, a tired smile drew across his face. He stretched his free arm toward you, wiggling his fingers in a silent gesture for you to come closer.
You didn’t hesitate for a second. You walked toward him, knelt on the rug, and lay down directly on his chest, settling your head in the crook of his shoulder. Heeseung immediately wrapped his arms around you, sighing with relief at recovering your warmth.
“Good morning, beautiful…” Heeseung whispered with a voice hoarse from sleep, hiding his face in your neck. “Forgive me for leaving you sleeping alone the rest of the night. My plans to come back got complicated.”
“I can see that,” you replied in a teasing tone, gently stroking his clean arm. “Are you going to explain to me what this whole art workshop you set up in my living room is about?”
“Please, don’t get mad at the little one or at me, okay?” he asked quickly, intertwining his fingers with yours while leaving a chaste kiss on your temple. “There was an emergency and the two of us worked really hard to get it done in the middle of the night, just so we wouldn’t bother you or Dae-Hee. We were a great team.”
You let out another little laugh, turning your head a bit to look at him directly. You stretched out your hand and carefully removed the sticker from his cheek, kissing the exact spot where it had been before joining your lips with his in a tender, unhurried kiss. Heeseung responded immediately, deepening the contact slowly while his hand ran up your back in a comforting caress.
“As much as I’d like to, I can’t be mad at you,” you admitted as you pulled away from the kiss, looking at him with pure adoration. “Not when you’re such a considerate husband and such a wonderful father… even if you’re clearly spoiling and indulging our daughter too much.”
Heeseung smiled sideways, with a lazy air but overflowing with extremely proud guilt.
“I still gave her a good lesson, okay? I made her stay awake with me until late so she could see that she has to take responsibility for her recklessness no matter what,” he declared, puffing out his chest with so much pride.
To which you shook your head, sporting a mocking smile while giving him a gentle tap on the shoulder.
“Yes, yes, whatever you say… Mr. Dad of the Year.”
At that moment, slow little footsteps were heard coming from the hallway. It was Dae-Hee, who appeared rubbing his little eyes with his fist and dragging his feet lazily. Upon seeing his parents hugging on the rug and his sister sleeping on the sofa, the boy walked straight to the furniture and, with his usual docility, carefully climbed up to instinctively snuggle up next to Hae-Rin, sharing the same blanket.
The family picture was simply perfect, a postcard of domestic warmth that made your chest swell with happiness. However, the bubble of peace lasted only a few seconds more. Until the shrill alarm of your phone began to sound in the pocket of your robe, resonating loudly throughout the house. The effect was immediate: Hae-Rin sat up abruptly on the sofa, opening her eyes wide with total exaltation, while Heeseung startled on the floor, immediately going on alert.
“My homework! Daddy, the flag! Where is it?” the little girl asked in an alarmed voice, looking in all directions with her little heart racing.
“It’s here, it’s here! Let me check if anything came unglued,” Heeseung exclaimed, peeling away from you in a hurry to crawl toward the coffee table and grab the piece of cardstock, inspecting it urgently.
You sat up slowly, settling on the rug with your legs folded while you took out your phone, checking the screen after unlocking it. Upon reading the notification that had just arrived in the parents’ group chat, a mix of amusement and irony completely flooded you.
“Wait a moment, you pair of night workers,” you announced, drawing both of their attention. “The teacher just sent a notice exactly two minutes ago… It says classes are suspended today at the last minute due to a problem with the school’s pipes. There’s no school.”
Silence reigned in the living room for a brief second. Heeseung remained static, holding the flag in the air, and Hae-Rin blinked, processing the information. In unison, father and daughter let out an identical groan full of deep frustration and fell back; the girl buried herself again in the sofa and Heeseung slammed his back against the rug, covering his face with a cushion while cursing internally in a low voice.
“By the way…” intervened Dae-Hee’s small voice, who was still calmly lying on the sofa looking at the ceiling. “That flag wasn’t due today, Rinie. Today we were supposed to bring the clay model that Mommy and I made over the weekend.”
Heeseung removed the cushion from his face with dramatic slowness, his left eyebrow twitching slightly from pure indignation. He turned his head toward the sofa, fixing a withering look on his daughter.
“Hae-Rin?!” he exclaimed, dragging out the words in a tone that demanded an immediate explanation. The girl, finding herself caught in her own tangle and activating her last defense mechanism, peeked out only her eyes from above the cushion, looking at her father with total childish cheekiness.
“That’s exactly why I spent the whole weekend insisting that I didn’t have any homework to do for today, Daddy!” the little girl defended herself with impeccable logic, without losing her eloquence.
You couldn’t hold it back any longer and let out a loud laugh that echoed throughout the room, immediately infecting little Dae-Hee, who also let out a soft giggle from his spot. Heeseung looked at the ceiling, letting out a resigned laugh and unable to believe how his brilliant paternal lesson plan had been completely sabotaged by the mind of a five-year-old little girl.
“You’re definitely going to drive me crazy in this house, you’re all dangerous,” Heeseung complained dramatically, stretching out an arm to pull you back toward his body. You let yourself fall beside him, hugging him around the waist while he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, sealing the moment with a sigh full of happy exhaustion.
At the end of the day, or rather, at the start of that free morning, the flag was made, the laughter was not lacking, and you had the “Dad of the Year” trapped in your living room for a few more hours of pure sleep and family cuddles.
just realized it's the middle of the week and i haven't come to check in yet! i hope that you're well and that your week has been going great! i am so excited for your sugar talk event, you have no idea! fluff in your writing style specifically is always such a dream to read! i hope the rest of your week and weekend goes by smoothly! may it be filled with the small joys and the big ones and may you only bounce back stronger from those that are unkind to you 🤍 sending you hugs and love! xoxo
— 💌 anon
OMG! Babe, this is seriously gonna sound unbelievable, but... I literally summoned you with my thoughts. Like... I was just thinking about you because you hadn't shown yet, and I was about to be the one to message you first. Then, the second I went to type it... YOUR MESSAGE POPPED UP!. It was honestly so surreal! 🫠
But ah~ here you are. Thank you for always being here, seriously. You always brighten my day whenever you make your grand entrance. I truly appreciate every word, every kind gesture, and even every little thing you come up with. You're honestly the best. 😉💗 And thank you for all the support, too. To be honest, I was kinda panicking about changing the dynamic around here, but... I feel a lot more at ease now, and I'm actually really excited about it!
Anyway... back to what really matters (you). I genuinely hope you've been doing well these past few days, and that the rest of your week goes smoothly without any problems. I hope everything you do goes amazingly well! Sending you a huge dose of love right back, along with the biggest hug ever. Luv u so much, my darling~ 🫂💕
hi,
this is just a poorly written letter to you. i've read almost 70% of your works, and you are one of the most equipped writers i've seen on tumblr. the way you express is so carnally difficult to do with only words and yet you blow my mind and make me feel with the way you write. your love for heeseung really does reflect in your pieces.
thank you! <3
Nah, I don't think it's a "poor" letter at all, quite the opposite, actually. Everyone has their own way of expressing themselves, and for some people it just takes more words than it does for others. Anyway, I really appreciate the gesture, and I'm so happy to know you genuinely enjoy my content. I feel truly flattered by everything you said, every single bit of it. But especially that last part... I don't think anyone around here has ever told me something like that before, and it honestly touched my heart. 🥺 Thank you so, so much. ♥️
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❛ Mini-event dedicated to the softest side of our favorite boy ❜
Hello, babies! For a change of pace and to give some well-deserved love to the fluff section of my masterlist, I’m opening a special space for all those cozy, heartwarming scenarios we all crave. Let’s leave the spice aside for a moment and focus purely on the sweet stuff. This is your safe place to get all emotional and soft over Heeseung!
To be completely honest with y'all, I’m not leaving or going on hiatus, but relying so heavily on smut has started to drain my creativity. Writing the exact same formula over and over has worn me out, and it sucks when something that’s supposed to be fun starts feeling like an obligation. I’ll admit I’ve been hesitant to change things up because support is a huge source of motivation, and it’s scary to think a different style won't get noticed. But I really want to reclaim my creative freedom and write pure comfort. I hope you guys can show this little project some love and warmth!
⌗ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 / 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 :
𓈈 𖥻 YES : Pure fluff, comfort, angst with a happy ending, soft scenarios, drabbles, headcanons, and deeply emotional prompts.
𓈈 𖥻 NO : Strictly no smut, no suggestive content. No toxic dynamics, verbal aggression, snapping (even if it ends in a soft reconciliation or comfort afterwards), no heavy/dark angst. Let's keep the interactions between Heeseung and the reader completely gentle, safe, and sugary!
𓈈 𖥻 CHARACTER : AS ALWAYS, this is a 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆-𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄. I hope this is easy to understand; I expect to see no other name in my ask box besides the one this blog is fully dedicated to.
𓈈 𖥻 HOW TO PARTICIPATE : Drop your prompt, a specific trope, or a dialogue starter in my ask box. Try to really explain the dynamic you have in mind, the trope, or the theme. Without going on too long, of course, try to be concise in whatever you decide. Don't forget to mention that it is for the #SUGAR TALK event!
𓈈 𖥻 ONE FIC PER THEME : Even if requests come from different users or anonymous accounts, if the core theme is the same as a previously accepted prompt, only one fanfiction will be written. I will not be making multiple posts covering the exact same topic, regardless of the different scenarios proposed. First come, first served! So make sure to check what’s already been requested! (This applies especially to highly requested tropes, such as period comfort/taking care of you during your cycle.)
⌗ 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 :
If you don't know what to send, here are some ideas to spark your imagination! Just as examples, ofc. You can totally request other things too, as long as they're within the event's rules and guidelines.
𖹭𖹭ㅤㅤ ๑ “Holding hands in his coat pocket during a winter walk.”
𖹭𖹭ㅤㅤ ๑ “Heeseung staying up late to help you study, forehead kisses included.”
𖹭𖹭ㅤㅤ ๑ “Comforting you after a exhausting day with his favorite playlist playing in the background.”
𖹭𖹭ㅤㅤ ๑ “Soft, sleepy morning cuddles and shared coffee.”
𖹭𖹭ㅤㅤ ๑ “Dad/husband dynamics.”
⌗ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 :
Want to make sure you don't miss a single sweet story? I’m creating a temporary taglist exclusively for this event! If you want to be tagged in every "Sugar Talk" update, here is how you can join:
• Leave a comment on this post letting me know you want in.
• Please make sure your blog settings allow you to be tagged!
⌗ 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦 : [ 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 ] MY ASK BOX IS OFFICIALLY READY FOR ALL OF YOUR SWEET IDEAS!
i read your teacher!hee fic and oh. my gosh. can i just– i'm gonna ramble for a second. so coming from high school where i was constantly praised for my performance and my grades by teachers and mentors was literally my fuel for studying and putting effort into my academics – going into uni where i received none of that and only got praised occasionally for my work really took a toll on me, to the point where at some stage in my years on uni i lost motivation to put effort into my studies. at the beginning it took a bit for me to adjust and find other things to fuel and motivate me and i've adapted now, but holy fuck
this fic. this fic made me feel things i haven't in a long time and i kid you not when i tell you that my heart swelled whilst reading it (not that i want/ed erotic attention from my teachers / lecturers, hell no) but the praise! best believe i will be returning to this fic any time i need motivation to give it my best bcs heeseung had my head spinning
i needed this fic bad. i need heeseung bad. this was brilliantly written!
(i'll be such a good student after this, golly)
— 💌 anon
Honestly, I get your point, babe. I mean, motivation is such an important part of getting things done (if not the most important part), no matter what it is. And in your case, it makes even more sense, considering how naturally stressful is dealing with university life and the whole rollercoaster of emotions that comes with it. People really don't give enough credit to how hard it is to stay sane when you're running low on motivation.
Also... what you said about compliments is sooo true. Words honestly carry way more weight and have a much bigger impact than most people realize.
But anyway, I'm really happy to hear you're feeling that way, babe, and that you've found something that motivates you. And honestly, I'm kinda surprised it ended up being that fic 😭😂 But hey... who am I to judge? I truly hope you're doing well and that everything in your life keeps going smoothly. You're doing an amazing job, and you're such a wonderful person. Luv u so much ~ ❤️🩹
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Did you see the videos going around of Heeseung rushing to hug the VP of BeLift Lab? He looks SO happy these days and seeing him rush to hug his VP(Choi Yoon Hyuk) was so cute😭🤧💖
I've seen everything, and I swear it's one of the cutest things I've ever seen in my life. I'm not even exaggerating... my heart literally melts every single time I see him this happy! His smile has become so much brighter and more frequent lately, and you can genuinely tell how much he's enjoying what he does. Not to mention how unbelievably sweet he actually is. I saw the video you mentioned, and omg... HE LOOKED SO ADORABLE! 🥹💕 Same with all the other clips of him being so sweet to his EVER's.
Honestly, every time I see Hee these days, my brain automatically starts playing I Like Me Better and Steal The Show by Lauv. 😭 It just fits him so perfectly. We've also been getting to know him even more lately 'cause he's been sharing so much with us, and I absolutely love that. I also love seeing that there are ppl out there who truly love him for who he is.
Heeseung is so wonderful. He's genuinely amazing, and I don't even have enough words to describe how proud I am of him or how happy it makes me to see him this happy. Pls... let's not ruin that. Let's keep loving him, supporting him, and doing everything we can to make sure he always feels loved and happy. HE TRULY DESERVES IT. ❤️🩹
The scene would be set in Heeseung's office after classes, with the campus basically empty. The smut would revolve around him spoiling and pampering his favorite student for being such a good girl. One phrase I definitely want you to use, is 'Good Girl', because let's be real, we all know how fucking sexy it is to hear that compliment, right?
That's all. I hope you can really write this for me. I love your work, it's sublime! 😻
★ · 𝐋𝐄𝐄'𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 ; L.HS · 先生のために脚を開いて。
𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 𝟐.𝟔𝐤 ⎯⎯⎯ ✦ 𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿! 𝗛𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 - 𝗙𝗮𝘃.𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁! 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 : office/desk sex, oral (f. received), praise kink, nipple play, a little of handjob, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, submissive/needy reader, creampie, cunnilingus, fingering, marking, dirty talk, age gap, mdni.
୨ৎ ֹ : Thanks honey, for the compliment and for sending your request. Here it is. Really hope you like it 💗. Btw, just a heads up so everyone knows that I’m not taking new requests right now, just trying to get through the ones I still have pending. 🫠
The late afternoon sun filtered weakly through the half-closed blinds of Professor Heeseung’s office, casting long, lazy golden stripes across the cluttered oak desk piled high with unmarked essays and the worn leather couch pushed against the far wall. Dust motes danced in the slanted light. The door was locked with a heavy, final click that still echoed in your ears. The rest of the campus had emptied out hours ago, footsteps and voices long faded into silence. It was just you and him now.
You stood in front of his desk, heart hammering against your ribs, your pleated skirt already hiked up high around your hips, the cool air of the office kissing the bare skin of your thighs. Your blouse hung open just enough for him to see the delicate black lace of your bra cupping your breasts, nipples already tight and straining against the thin fabric. Heeseung leaned back in his creaky leather chair, one elbow resting on the armrest, dark eyes devouring every inch of you like he’d been starving for this exact sight all semester.
“Come here, baby,” he murmured, voice low and rough, laced with that dangerous authority that always made your knees weak.
You moved without hesitation, thighs pressing together at the insistent, slick ache already throbbing between them. The second you were close enough, his hands were on you, large, warm, and possessive, palms rough from years of turning pages and gripping pens. One slid slowly up the back of your thigh, fingers digging into the soft, yielding flesh with enough pressure to make you gasp. The other cupped your jaw firmly, thumb dragging across your lower lip, parting it slightly as if testing how pliant you were for him.
“You’ve been so fucking perfect in class,” he praised, the words dripping with dark satisfaction as he pulled you down into his lap. You straddled him eagerly, knees sinking into the chair on either side of his hips. “Sitting there all pretty and focused, legs crossed so tightly like you were trying to hide how soaked your panties got every time I looked at you. Answering every question like a good girl while you were dripping for me the whole time. My favorite. Always have been.”
A needy, broken whimper slipped from your throat. You rocked against the hard, thick line of his cock straining desperately against his slacks, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. Heeseung groaned deep in his chest, the sound vibrating through you as his hips bucked up sharply to meet your grinding, pressing that hot, heavy bulge right against your aching core.
He captured your mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, tongue sliding against yours; slow and thorough at first, tasting you like he had all the time in the world. The kiss quickly turned messier, wetter. Tongues tangled, teeth nipped, spit slicking your chins as you both devoured each other. Your hips moved faster, grinding down harder against him, chasing that delicious pressure while soft, obscene sounds filled the quiet office.
He pulled back just enough to trail open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, hot breath fanning over your flushed skin, then down the sensitive column of your neck. His teeth grazed your racing pulse point before he sucked hard, pulling the delicate skin between his lips and marking you with a blooming purple bruise you’d definitely have to hide tomorrow. You moaned loudly, fingers threading through his thick, dark hair and tugging sharply at the roots, earning you a low, guttural growl against your throat.
“Professor… Heeseung, please~”
“I’ve got you,” he breathed against your skin, the words hot and ragged, vibrating through your collarbone. His hands worked your blouse open fully, fingers deft and impatient as he pushed the fabric off your shoulders, letting it pool around your elbows. The bra followed just as quickly; he didn’t waste time with the clasp. Instead, he tugged the lacy cups down roughly, freeing your breasts so they spilled out heavy and flushed into the cool office air. Your nipples tightened instantly under the sudden chill, pebbled and aching.
Heeseung’s gaze darkened with raw hunger, eyes almost black as they locked onto your exposed chest. “Look at these pretty tits,” he growled, voice thick with lust. “Been thinking about them all fucking day. Every time you leaned forward in class… every time you breathed.” He leaned in, his hot, wet mouth closing around one sensitive nipple. The intense heat made you arch sharply off his lap, a sharp, needy gasp tearing from your throat as he sucked hard, tongue flicking and swirling relentlessly over the stiff peak. His free hand came up to the other breast, kneading the soft flesh before rolling the neglected nipple between thumb and forefinger, pinching and tugging just hard enough to send sharp sparks of pleasure-pain shooting straight down to your dripping core.
He switched sides with a low groan, lavishing the same filthy attention on the other nipple, sucking, biting gently, licking until both were swollen, glistening with his spit, and throbbing beautifully in the cool air. Your hips were grinding faster now, frantic and messy, soaking through your thin panties and leaving a slick stain on the front of his slacks as you rubbed desperately against the thick, straining bulge beneath you.
“Please,” you whimpered, voice breaking. “I need you inside me. I’ve been good… been so good for you.”
Heeseung pulled off your nipple with a wet, obscene pop, his lips shiny and swollen as he looked up at you with a wicked, satisfied smirk. “I know you have, sweetheart. That’s why I’m going to spoil this tight little pussy until you can’t think straight.”
In one effortless motion, he lifted you like you weighed nothing, laying you back on the wide oak desk after sweeping a few papers aside with his arm. They fluttered to the floor, forgotten. Your skirt bunched uselessly at your waist, leaving you completely exposed. He hooked two fingers into the waistband of your soaked panties and dragged them slowly down your trembling legs, the fabric clinging wetly to your skin before he tossed them somewhere behind him. The cool, polished wood of the desk pressed shockingly against your bare ass, a stark contrast to the burning heat between your thighs.
Heeseung dropped to his knees between your spread legs, strong hands gripping your thighs and pushing them wide apart, holding you open for him. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” he groaned, the sound deep and reverent. His tongue dragged a slow, broad stripe up your glistening slit, savoring every drop of your arousal with a hungry moan. You cried out, back bowing sharply off the desk as pleasure slammed through you.
He ate you like a man possessed—long, firm licks from your entrance to your clit, then sucking the swollen bud between his lips, tongue working it in tight, relentless circles. Without warning, two thick fingers slid deep into your clenching heat, curling perfectly to stroke that sensitive spot inside you with devastating precision. The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth and fingers filled the space : obscene, slick, and loud.
The first orgasm hit you hard and fast, crashing over you like a wave. Your thighs shook violently around his head, muscles locking as a broken, keening moan tore from your throat. You came hard on his tongue and fingers, pulsing and gushing around him while he kept working you through it, greedy and unrelenting.
He didn’t stop. He kept sucking, kept pumping those fingers deeper, drawing the pleasure out until it bordered on too much, your body twitching, oversensitive, every nerve screaming.
“Heeseung… too much ~”
“Just one more, baby. Give me one more. You can take it.” His praise was murmured right against your soaked folds, the low vibration of his voice sending fresh shocks through your overstimulated clit. He added a third thick finger, stretching you open wider, the burn delicious as your walls fluttered and clenched greedily around the intrusion. He sucked harder on your swollen clit, tongue relentless, and the second orgasm crashed over you even stronger than the first. Your legs locked around his head, thighs trembling violently as your vision whited out completely. You gushed around his fingers, slick arousal coating his hand and dripping down onto the desk beneath you.
Only then did he rise from between your thighs, wiping his glistening mouth and chin with the back of his hand. He looked utterly wrecked, his dark hair messy and wild from your desperate tugging, lips swollen and shiny with your juices, eyes blown wide with raw, animalistic want. His chest heaved as he undid his belt with impatient fingers, the metallic clink loud in the quiet office. He shoved his slacks and boxers down just enough to free his cock. It sprang out heavily, slapping against his toned stomach with an audible smack. Thick, flushed dark, and veined, the fat head already leaking a steady bead of precum that glistened at the tip.
Heeseung caught your wrist gently, bringing your palm to his lips for a soft, almost tender kiss before guiding your hand down to wrap fully around his impressive length. Your fingers barely met around his girth. The skin was velvet-soft over steel hardness, pulsing hot in your grip. You stroked him slowly at first, savoring the weight and heat of him, feeling every thick vein throb against your palm as you pumped up and down. Your thumb swirled over the slick, swollen head on every upstroke, spreading the leaking precum in messy circles, making the glide smoother and wetter. Heeseung hissed sharply through his teeth, hips jerking forward involuntarily into your fist, chasing the pleasure. A low, guttural groan rumbled from deep in his chest as you tightened your grip, twisting your wrist just a little on each stroke the way you knew drove him crazy.
You watched, mesmerized, as more precum dripped over your fingers, making obscene wet sounds with every pump. His cock twitched hard in your hand, the head flushing an even deeper red. Heeseung’s breathing grew ragged, his abs tightening visibly under his shirt as he fought not to thrust too roughly into your fist. “Fuck, just like that…” he muttered, voice strained, eyes hooded as he stared down at your hand working him.
“Such a good girl,” he finally growled, voice rough with restraint. “Always so eager to please me, don't you?” He gently pulled your hand away, lining himself up at your entrance. The fat head rubbed through your slick folds, teasing your clit and coating him in your arousal before he pushed in; slow, steady, inch by inch. The stretch burned so perfectly, filling you completely as your walls fluttered and yielded around his thickness. You moaned loudly at the overwhelming fullness, nails digging hard into his shoulders through the fabric of his shirt. When he finally bottomed out, hips flush against yours, balls pressed tight to your ass, he stayed buried deep, letting you adjust while he captured your mouth in a deep, messy kiss, tongues tangling desperately.
Then he started moving. Deep, rolling thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. The heavy oak desk creaked rhythmically beneath you. Skin slapped wetly against skin, the obscene sound mixing with your moans and his grunts. His mouth stayed on yours or trailed down to your neck and breasts, sucking fresh, dark marks into your flushed skin while his hands roamed greedily, squeezing your hips hard enough to bruise, pinching and tugging your nipples, thumbing your swollen clit in tight, relentless circles.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned hotly against your ear, his pace picking up, hips snapping harder. “Tightest, wettest little pussy. Made only for me."
You clenched hard around him at the filthy praise, another orgasm building fast and intense in your core. Heeseung felt it immediately, grinding deeper, hitting that perfect spot over and over with devastating accuracy. “Come on, baby. Come on my cock. Let me feel you.”
You shattered again, crying out his name as your walls pulsed and fluttered wildly around his thick length. He fucked you through it, hips stuttering but never stopping, chasing his own release while the overwhelming overstimulation made you sob and claw desperately at his back.
He pulled out suddenly, the wet, obscene sound of his thick cock sliding free from your soaked pussy making you whimper at the sudden emptiness. Strings of your mixed arousal stretched and broke between you. In one swift motion he flipped you over, manhandling you so your flushed tits and stomach pressed hard against the cool, messy surface of the desk. Your ass arched up high for him, back curved, legs trembling as he kicked your feet wider apart.
He thrust back into you from behind in one smooth, brutal stroke, deeper than before, the fat head of his cock kissing your cervix and forcing a broken cry from your throat. The new angle let him grind against that spongy spot inside you with every move. One of his hands reached around to rub your swollen, oversensitive clit in fast, slippery circles, while the other tangled roughly in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to expose your face. He leaned over you, chest pressed to your sweat-slicked back, and kissed the corner of your mouth hungrily.
“Again,” he growled against your lips, voice dark and demanding. “One more for me. I want to feel this greedy little cunt fall apart while I fill you up.”
The angle was devastating. His heavy cock dragged perfectly along your walls with every deep, punishing thrust, stretching you wide and hitting that spot over and over. His fingers were relentless on your puffy clit, slick with your juices, rubbing tight and fast. Sweat dripped down both your bodies, the wet slap of his hips against your ass echoing loudly in the office along with the filthy squelching sounds of your dripping pussy taking every inch. You came a fourth time, hard, shaking violently, thighs quivering uncontrollably as fresh tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and your voice came out hoarse and broken from all the moaning. Your walls clamped down around him like a vice, pulsing and gushing, milking his cock as stars burst behind your eyelids.
Only then did Heeseung let go. He buried himself to the hilt with a deep, guttural groan that vibrated through your back. His thick cock throbbed inside you as he spilled, pumping rope after thick, hot rope of cum deep into your spasming cunt. You could feel every pulse, every spurt filling you up until it was leaking out around his shaft, dripping messily down your thighs. He kept grinding through every aftershock, hips rolling lazily, making sure you took every last drop while you twitched and sobbed from the overwhelming pleasure.
He stayed buried deep inside you, chest pressed flush to your back, both of you panting and slick with sweat. Soft, tender kisses rained down on your shoulders, the back of your neck, and over the dark marks he’d sucked into your skin. His hands soothed over your trembling body, now gentle and reverent, stroking your sides, your hips, your spine as you both came down.
“That's my good girl,” he whispered warmly against your ear, voice full of affection. “You did so well for me. Always do.”
You turned your head, seeking his mouth. The kiss was slower this time, lazy, sated, and deep, tongues sliding gently together, full of quiet promises for next time. In his office. After class. Wherever he wanted you. Because you were his favorite… and he was yours.
Burgundy-haired Heeseung in the big 2026 was absolutely not on my bingo card, BUT FUCK! I'M LOSING MY MIND OVER HIM... just as much as I did in 2024. Some things really never change... I'm dripping. 🫠💦
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wait i realize now that it looked like i thought you were going to leave tumblr soon, ah! it was just a passing thought i had and it stayed on my mind for a few days and i just thought why not let you know! i think it would be pointless to think so fondly or highly of someone and not let them know! i'm actually so glad i forgot to anonify myself that one time, because now i can talk to you so openly and should you ever decide to leave this platform, we'll still be able to talk!
(i lied when i said i almost cried whilst typing that message, but i did cry, thanks)
i'm hoping the week ahead has loads of sweet and warm moments in store for you. i hope that the small joys day to day would be enough to carry you through the difficulties 🤍 take all of the time you need with resting and writing! sending you an endless amount of love and hugs!!!
— 💌 anon
You’re definitely way too sweet for your own good, babe ~ but I truly appreciate all that affection you give me, and the fact that you always keep up with me too. Seriously, thank you so much for that, and for always showing up here. 😭❤️🩹
And well... you’re definitely not the first, nor the last person to think I’m leaving Tumblr. Honestly, I wish someone would explain to me why so many people think I’m going to leave. 😭 A while ago, someone even asked me if I was planning to abandon everyone the way Heeseung did. Like... why are there suddenly people around here thinking that? As I said, if the day ever comes when I decide to leave, I wouldn’t do it irresponsibly. Of course I’d let everyone know and at least give a brief explanation of why I made that decision.
Not even being in flop era and Tumblr basically having me half-shadowbanned (thanks to some stubborn and unpleasant people) has been enough to make me want to leave yet. But anyway... I’m rambling again and getting off track.
Back to what actually matters: I adore you, babe, truly, so much. And I’m also thankful for that day when you accidentally forgot to send your message anonymously and I finally got to find out who had been sending me so many wonderful requests and messages filled with love and support. You’ve genuinely won my heart, and I appreciate you so, so much. I wish you all the best, and I hope this week is kind and enjoyable for you as well. Good luck with whatever life throws your way each day. Sending you tons of kisses and all my love right back. Luv u so much, babe! 💕
· 에버 ⎯⎯⎯⎯ ୨ৎ ֹ A name combining “EV” from EVAN and “ER” from “forevER,” carrying the meaning of staying by each other’s side, unchanging over time. It refers to a special bond in which EVAN and his fans always stay by each other’s side and grow together, sharing every moment.
