#stephen ahn

Save me, double takes.

Honestly, why boyfriend shaped if not boyfriend (and cause (gay) panic)? God, I love these two!

ahn suho x 𝒻!reader ﾒ warnings : hc skinship pure fluff

♯ note : queue apocalyspe by cigarettes after sex rn cause i need to give this man a smooch! enjoyyyyy 🖤

- keep a picture of you in his wallet

- prefer face time or calls over texts; he loves to see you all comfortable in bed and hear you go on and on about your day

- give you his hoodie when the weather feels too chilly

- become overly dramatic when you take care of him by giving him massages for juggling so many jobs or when you made him a lunch box. he would be so expressive like, “what! what is this?! wow my love is so precious. oh my god, thank you, you’re amazing!” he’ll shower you will all sorts of compliments

- show up at your house unannounced and take you out for a night ride

- tell his grandma about you. 24/7. he’ll share the most embarrassing things about you and poor old grandma has to listen to him

- use you as his human pillow. your shoulder, thighs, stomach, anywhere that he can lay on to nap because he needs to catch up on his sleep

- give the most nicest and warmest hugs ever! whenever he has you in his embrace, he melts into you and gently pats your back

- be very patient. when there’s a misunderstanding between the both of you, he’ll listen to your rants and receive your words that penetrate into him like a spear. once you’re done he’d ask, “are you done? will you let me talk now?”

- read your facial expressions and act accordingly. he knows that your eyes glimmer when you’re happy so he’d add in another joke to make you laugh even more

~~Gen-Neutral!! Reader~~ a/n: i locked tf in on this what. anyways i wanted weak hero headcanons so i wrote some lol characters - gray, stephen, ben, alex, gerard, teddy, donald and wolf ^^

gray yeon / yeon sieun

➤ definitely enjoys mutual silence as a hangout session, just sitting in silence as you two do your own thing (he’d be studying lets be honest here) but he’d prefer if you were at least in his peripheral vision ➤ would not be the first to confess, but would probably be too obvious with his admiration towards you. constantly looking at you, helping you study, the first to fight back if you’re getting bullied. mans can’t stop staring at you. he doesn’t really flirt either ➤ since he has a motorcycle license, if he gets the chance to drive again, he will gladly take you out on a date that way. enjoys your arms wrapped around his waist as he drives, your head pressed against his back. 

➤ genuinely does not care if you’re shorter or taller than him, he prefers to be the little spoon. loves to stare at you with his pretty eyes, sometimes you can’t tell what he’s thinking but he looks content, just happy to be looking at you.

Summary :Su-ho discovers the heartbreaking reality of [Name], who overworks herself to protect her young siblings from their abusive, negligent parents. Dropping his playful persona, Su-ho steps in to be the protector and safe haven she desperately needs.

Contains: Parental abuse, child neglect, substance/alcohol abuse (mentions), and extreme exhaustion.

Word count: Approx. 850 words (between both parts).

Hi! Thank you so much for your sweet words, they really brightened my day (T▽T)♡. I'm so glad you enjoy what I write.🫶

Being Ahn Su-ho's girlfriend was like living on a rollercoaster of adrenaline and laughter. He always had a sarcastic remark to make you smile or an impromptu plan to keep you from burying yourself in your books. But behind your smile, perfectly synchronized with his, was a world Su-ho only knew superficially.

He knew you worked hard. He knew your parents were "difficult." But he didn't know just how difficult.

That afternoon, the Seoul sky turned a vibrant orange. Su-ho was leaving one of his many part-time jobs, riding his motorcycle with his usual skill. Suddenly, he spotted a familiar figure in the plaza near your house. He braked, turned off the engine in one fluid motion, and took off his helmet, ruffling his hair.

There you were. But you weren't alone. You were holding a baby—your little brother, barely a year old—who was babbling happily as you bottle-fed him. Beside you, Min-jun, a boy of about six, skipped about, trying to catch an imaginary butterfly.

"Well, well! Is this some secret meeting I wasn't invited to?" Su-ho asked playfully as he approached with his characteristic nonchalant air.

Your heart skipped a beat. You quickly stood up, trying to adjust the baby's position.

"Su-ho! What are you doing here?" you asked, trying to keep your voice from sounding as tired as you felt.

"Duty calls, you know? Being the most handsome guy in town is a 24-hour job," he joked, winking at you before crouching down to Min-jun's level. "Hey, champ! Who's this big guy? Is he your bodyguard?"

Min-jun laughed, hiding behind your legs. Su-ho, with his "Golden Retriever" energy, started making faces and doing tricks with a coin, winning the child over in less than a minute.

"He's my boyfriend, Min-jun," you explained with a kind smile.

Su-ho stood up, his expression softening as he looked at the baby in your arms.

"He looks like you, but with fewer dark circles," he joked, though his analytical gaze noticed the tiredness on your face. "Is everything alright at home? I'm surprised to see you here so early."

"Yes… well, it was a nice afternoon and the children wanted to go out," you lied. The truth was that your mother was in the middle of a violent episode after mixing pills with alcohol, and your father had just arrived yelling that the reason for his lack of money was "feeding so many mouths." You had taken the children out before the fight started.

Su-ho watched you. He noticed a small damp patch on your shoulder, probably from baby food, and that your hands were trembling slightly. His Doberman instincts kicked in beneath his joking facade.

"Hey, [Name]," he said, his tone warmer. "Gran made way too much food today. She told me, 'Su-ho, if you don't bring that cute girl and her brothers over for dinner, don't come back.' And you know I can't disobey the boss."

"Su-ho, I can't, it's too much trouble… there are two kids and…" "Nonsense!" he interrupted, taking Min-jun's hand. "Min-jun and I have already decided we want fried chicken and scary stories. The baby can be the judge of our pillow fights."

They walked toward his house, him joking about how badly he managed his time and how he'd have to charge him for his babysitting services. However, as they walked, Su-ho noticed something that chilled him to the bone. As they passed his house, there was a loud crash of breaking glass and a man's scream.

You visibly tensed and hugged the baby tighter. Min-jun clung to Su-ho's hand.

Su-ho stopped dead in his tracks. He looked at your window and then at you. Realization hit him like a punch to the gut. The excessive workload, why you always took care of the children alone, why you never wanted him inside… it wasn't just "family help." It was a daily rescue.

"[Name]…" he began, his voice no longer playful. It was deep, protective, deadly serious.

"I'm okay, Su-ho. We're just going to…" He released the child's hand and stood in front of you, blocking your view of the house that hurt you. He placed a hand on your cheek, forcing you to look at him. "You don't have to be everyone's shield all the time," he whispered, and for the first time, you saw the vulnerability in his eyes. "You're not alone. If they can't take care of you, I will. If your house isn't safe, mine is."

At that moment, the “funny guy” act vanished completely. Su-ho took your heavy backpack, effortlessly hoisted Min-jun onto his shoulders, and led you away from that place.

That night, while the children slept soundly in their grandmother’s guest room, Su-ho sat beside you on the porch. He handed you a can of cold drink to help you relax.

You leaned against his shoulder, finally feeling like you could release the breath you'd been holding for years. Su-ho put his arm around you, promising himself that as long as he breathed, no one would ever hurt you or the little ones you loved again. Because for Su-ho, love wasn't just laughter; it was being the wall no one could tear down.

hellooo so since whc2 came out my blogs been getting some attention i wanted to make a glossary for new webtoon/kdrama fans who may not know who’s who lol

eunjang high school

gray yeon — yeon sieun (park jihoon)

ben park — park humin (ryeo un)

alex go — go hyuntak (lee minjae)

eugene gale — seo juntae (choi minyoung)

gerard jin — jin gayool

rowan im — lim juyang

teddy jin — jin taeoh

yoosun high school

jimmy bae — bae jihoon

jack kang — kang jeongyeon

ganghak high school

wolf keum — geum seongje (lee junyoung)

daehyeon high school

jake ji — ji hakho

dean kwon — kwon hyeokjin

yeo-il high school

donald na — na baekjin (bae nara)

kingsley kwan — kwon seokhyeon

hyeongshin high school

forrest lee — lee sehan

myles joo — joo seungjin

sam "grape" lee — lee gongsam "grape"

byuksan middle school (s1)

Ahn Suho x fem!reader ( HEADCANONS )

Suho edition !!<3, but hear me out I think that suho would be the type to listen to feminine kpop such as New Jeans

Warning : soft romance, teasing, intimacy ( not NSFW ), subtle gestures, fluff, angst, protective instincts, comfort after fights, jealousy, gentleman coded boyfriend

──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !! ──★ ˙💋 ̟ !! ──★ ˙💥 ̟ !! ──★ ˙

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 He has this way of looking at you mid-conversation, when you’re laughing about something dumb, and for a moment, his whole expression softens. He doesn’t always say it, but that gaze alone screams I love you. When you catch him, he’ll just smirk and shrug, as if he wasn’t caught.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 Suho always walks on the side of the street where cars pass. You only noticed after the tenth time he subtly switched places with you, his hand brushing the small of your back as he guided you

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 The first time he noticed you shivering, you tried to play it off. But Suho just shrugged off his jacket, draped it over your shoulders, and returned to his calm posture like nothing happened. Later, when you gave it back and thanked him, he raised an eyebrow and teased, “Are you really thanking me for doing the bare minimum?” The little smirk told you he liked the way you blushed.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 Suho is quietly stubborn when it comes to your safety. If you suggest going somewhere shady alone, he’ll just appear beside you anyway. “I’m not following you,” he’d say, “I’m just heading the same way.” But his hand hovering protectively near yours gives him away. He won’t smother you, but he’ll never ignore danger.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 He’s the type to brush crumbs off your cheek with his thumb, then casually pop it in his mouth while keeping eye contact. The way he does it—smooth, unbothered—leaves you burning while he just looks completely unbothered, like it was nothing.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 Suho doesn’t shout when he’s upset. Instead, he gets quiet—his words clipped, his gaze sharp. You’d almost prefer yelling. Once, after an argument, he just said in that calm, steady tone, “I thought you trusted me more than that.” It broke you more than any raised voice could.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 He studies your expressions without realizing it. When you’re happy, his lips twitch like he’s holding back a smile. When you’re frustrated, he tilts his head, almost amused. Once you caught him staring and asked why. His answer? “Trying to memorize you. I don’t want to forget anything.”

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 Suho hides his own pain well. But with you, the mask slips sometimes. After a rough day, he’ll drop his bag, sit beside you, and let his head rest against your shoulder. He won’t say anything, but the way he exhales shakily is enough for you to know he needs comfort.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 When someone disrespects you, Suho doesn’t immediately jump in. He just fixes them with one of his infamous cold stares, sharp enough to make grown men step back. His silence says, Choose your next words wisely. They almost never do.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 His gentleman side shines in subtle gestures. He’ll hold doors without a word, adjust your bag strap, hand you water before you realize you’re thirsty. You once asked why he notices such small things, and he shrugged. “That’s what you do when you care about someone.”

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 When you kiss him first, he secretly loves it. He’ll let you take control for a second, but then, inevitably, his hand will slide to your jaw, tilting your face so he sets the pace. When he finally pulls back, there’s always that smug little line: “You couldn’t wait, huh?”

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 Suho enjoys quiet companionship. Reading beside you is one of his favorite things. When you nod off against him, he won’t move—even if his arm falls asleep. He’ll just glance down at your peaceful face and think, this is the only peace I need.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 Jealousy hits him in quiet ways. If someone flirts with you, he won’t start a scene—he’ll simply step closer, his arm brushing yours, his gaze calm but warning. Later, when you ask if he’s jealous, he smirks faintly: “Do I need to be?”

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 When you argue, he listens. He doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t roll his eyes. He takes in every word, even when it stings. But if you give him the silent treatment, that’s when he falters. “Don’t shut me out,” he’ll say softly. “I can take your anger, but not your silence.”

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 People notice Suho’s prince-like aura. Polite, calm, untouchable. But only you see the softer sides—the way he hides his grin when you tease him, the way he leans into your touch. Around you, he’s not “untouchable” at all.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 He remembers everything. The exact way you take your coffee, the song you hummed months ago, even the first outfit you wore when you met. When you realize how much detail he keeps, he says simply, “It matters to me. So I remember.”

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 After a fight between you two, he doesn’t sleep. Instead, he stands outside your house, leaning against the wall in the cold, waiting until he knows you’re okay. When you finally open the door, half-angry, half-worried, he just says quietly, “I couldn’t leave without making sure.”

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 Honesty is everything to him. If you lie, even for good reasons, he’ll feel cut deeper than you expect. “You didn’t need to protect me from the truth,” he’ll say, voice low. “I’d rather face it with you than be left out.”

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 In public, he’s not touchy. But in private, he’s clingier than he admits. On the couch, he’ll pull you against him without a word, hand sliding over yours under the blanket. “Stay,” he whispers when you try to get up.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 He’s not an over-the-top kisser. With Suho, every kiss is intentional. Sometimes it’s just a feather-light press of lips at your temple when you’re studying. Other times it’s slower, his hand at the back of your neck, his lips brushing yours like he’s memorizing the shape of your mouth. After those kisses, he always looks at you like you’ve just stolen the ground under his feet.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 Suho teases quietly. He doesn’t make a show of it, but he’ll throw in little lines that catch you off guard. Like when you’re struggling to reach something on the shelf, he’ll lean over, grab it with ease, and say with a mock-serious tone, “Good thing you have me. Otherwise, you’d starve.” His straight face makes you laugh every time.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 When you’re flustered, he notices instantly. If your cheeks turn red, his lips twitch in amusement, and he leans in a little closer than necessary, just to make it worse. “Cute,” he’ll murmur, brushing your hair away from your face like he’s observing a work of art.