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How to Steal the Heart of Mr. Dimples?

ᴛʀᴏᴘᴇ: ʜɪʀᴏᴛᴀ ʀɪᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ɴᴏɴ-ɪᴅᴏʟ ᴀᴜ)

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: (ᴡᴄ:1204) ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ʙᴀʀɪꜱᴛᴀ x ᴄᴜꜱᴛᴏᴍᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ɴ/ᴀ

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ &ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ ᴀɴʏ ɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇ! ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ <3

You had always enjoyed the hum of the morning café rush. As the head barista at Bean & Brew, you thrived on the rhythm of coffee orders and the familiar faces that frequented the café. Your days were filled with the comforting routine of brewing coffee and exchanging smiles with regulars.

One chilly morning, a new face appeared at the counter. He was tall with an effortless, disarming charm that was accentuated by his deep, endearing dimples. His eyes glanced at the gold name tag on your brown apron before he glanced back to your face.

“Good morning!” You greeted as you wiped down the counter. “What can I get started for you?” 

“Morning!” The customer replied, his smile widening to reveal those irresistible dimples. “I’ll have a caramel macchiato, please. And could you make it extra caramel? It’s one of those days.”

You chuckled, noting how his smile seemed to brighten up the entire café. “Extra caramel coming right up! May I just get your name?”

“It’s Maki,” He replied, his dimpled smile still on his face as he placed the payment on the counter, sliding it to you. 

You nodded, writing his name on the paper cup before turning back to prepare the things to make his drink. 

– As you worked on his macchiato, you couldn’t help but glance over at him. He was casually flipping through a notebook, his dimples appearing every time he looked up or smiled. When you handed him his coffee, your fingers brushed lightly, sending a small jolt of electricity through you. 

“Thanks,” Maki said, his dimples deepening with his grin. “You’re welcome. Enjoy your drink”

Over the next few weeks, Maki became a familiar face at Bean & Brew. Every morning, he would come in, order his caramel macchiato, and settle into his favorite corner table with a notebook or a book. You looked forward to his visits, enjoying your brief conversations and the way his dimples seemed to make your day better.

One morning, as you prepared his usual order, you decided to experiment a bit. You added an extra swirl of caramel, and, for a touch of whimsy, drew a small heart on the foam. When you handed him the coffee, Maki’s eyes lit up with delight.

“Hm? Is this your special touch?” he said with a playful tone, his dimples deepening with genuine appreciation. You smiled, feeling a bit shy. “Just a little something to brighten your day.”

Maki took a sip, his expression becoming even more animated. “How cute.” He said amusingly as he stared at the drawing before he went back to writing in his notebook.

From that day on, you made it a habit to add a little extra creativity to Maki’s drinks. Sometimes it was a simple design on the foam, other times it was a personalized note on the cup. Maki seemed to genuinely appreciate these small gestures, often complimenting you and sharing his thoughts and stories.

As their friendship deepened, you learned more about Maki. He was an aspiring writer, working on his first novel while holding down a part-time job at a local bookstore. He had a passion for storytelling and often shared snippets of his work. You enjoyed hearing about his characters and plot twists.

One rainy afternoon, Maki came in looking particularly stressed. You noticed and decided to check in on him as you prepared his drink.

“Everything okay?” you asked, concern evident in your voice.

Maki sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve been hitting a bit of a writer’s block. It’s frustrating, especially with a deadline approaching.”

You set his coffee down with a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry to hear that. Sometimes a change of scenery or a fresh perspective helps. Have you tried taking a walk or talking it out with someone?”

Maki looked thoughtful. “I haven’t tried that yet. Maybe you’re right. Thanks for the advice. I’ll try it sometime.” He then smiled at you

As weeks went by, Maki’s writer’s block gradually lifted. You continued to be his sounding board, offering encouragement and feedback on his writing. Your bond grew stronger, and you both found yourselves spending more time together outside the café. You went for walks, explored local events, and shared many laughs over coffee.

As the holiday season approached, Bean & Brew was decorated with festive lights and cheerful decorations. You enjoyed the lively atmosphere, and Maki’s presence made it even more special. Both of you planned a small holiday party at the café, inviting some of your regulars and friends to celebrate together.

On the day of the party, Maki surprised you with a thoughtful gift. As you were preparing for the event, he walked in with a neatly wrapped box.

“For you,” he said, his dimples appearing with a warm smile. “I hope you like it.”

You accepted the gift, your curiosity piqued. When you unwrapped it, you found a beautiful leather-bound journal with a handwritten note inside. The note read:

“To: —, 

for the countless ways you’ve brightened my days and inspired me. I’m grateful for your kindness and friendship. Here’s to many more adventures together. 

From: Maki”

A soft gasp emitted from you, looking at him with sparkles in your eyes before looking back at the gift  “This is wonderful, Maki. Thank you so much. It means a lot to me.”

Maki’s dimples deepened as he watched your reaction. “I’m glad you like it. I wanted to do something special for you, especially after everything you’ve done for me.”

As the party came to an end, you and Maki's friendship had developed into something deeper. Both had shared countless moments, supported each other, and became very close. You realized that your feelings for Maki had grown beyond friendship.

 As you were cleaning up after the party, Maki took your hand gently. "—, there's something I've been meaning to tell you."

Your heart raced as you looked up at him. "What is it?"

Maki's dimples appeared as he spoke earnestly. "Over the past few months, I've come to realize how much you mean to me. Your kindness, your smile, and the way you've always been there for me— it's all made me fall for you. I'd love to see where this could go if you're interested."

Your heart fluttered with happiness. "I feel the same way, Maki. You've become such an important part of my life. I’d love to experience new things with you.”

Maki's smile grew, his dimples deepening with relief and joy. "I'm really happy to hear that."

The new year brought the promise of new beginnings for you and Maki. Your relationship blossomed as you supported and cared for each other. You celebrated your first official date with a romantic dinner followed by a walk through a winter wonderland. 

As both of you walked hand in hand with snow gently falling around you, you reflected on how your life had changed since Maki walked into the café. His dimples had not only stolen your heart but had also brought warmth and joy into your life. 

Both spent many more mornings together at Bean & Brew, where their love story had begun. Their shared moments became treasured memories, and their connection grew stronger with each passing day. 

[notsofrangible]

a bit on getting older

It’s always a bit disconcerting going home and visiting my family. I walk into my childhood house and it’s like nothing has changed, even though everything has.

The art on the walls is different, bathrooms have been renovated, my mother has changed the front lawn into a rock and succulent garden. My baby sister, my Small One, doesn’t hover at my knees anymore- she’s able to look me directly in the eyes and I’ll never admit it but now I have to stretch on my tiptoes a little to kiss her on the forehead.

But the house still holds the same echoes, the same scars in its walls and doorframes. My mom looks the same, albeit with more gray hairs she’s stopped trying to hide. She stands a little straighter now, shoulders back, head tipped up, more fire in her eyes. Small One tries for much the same- she is loud and and opinionated in a way I wish I had been when I was her age. I suppose this has something to do with the latitude she has that I did not, and I love this for her. 

Many of the changes to come to the house are associated with our efforts to erase him from the structure. We’ve cut down the many cage-like trees he loved so much and replaced them with fruit trees that I started from seed. We removed the strange fence in the backyard, and put up dozens of pictures from family reunions that he wasn’t invited to attend. We’ve adopted my mother’s maiden name and have signage inside and outside the house- outward indicators of the beginnings of inner change.

I’m glad that we’ve all had our opportunities to grow, and that we’re continuing to learn to love and accept ourselves. It’s a bit melancholic that my childhood was built on a foundation of hurt and sadness. I say “a bit” because it’s something I’ve had time to accustom myself, like scars from scraped knees. My trauma is, on the day-to-day, less painful and more just a part of me. 

If I think on it too hard, it makes me sad that all my childhood memories are tinged with hurt. That even now I jump when I hear men shouting or doors slamming. It’s a work in progress. I’m a work in progress.

Now, I love going home to visit my family. I have free range to fill the space with my voice, with laughter, with the love I couldn’t freely express as a child because I was focused on managing my fear.

But I hate leaving. Who knows what else will be different the next time I return? What more will have changed? Who will have changed? In a way, I want something to remain static- so much has changed, is changing, will change, that I want something constant. 

Nothing is constant though. I guess I’ll have to take refuge in that knowledge, and appreciate what and who I have while I have them.

[ozaare]

Overhauling a piece of media

Or doing a rewrite. I personally find it quite difficult to scrap an entire piece of media and build it back up. I find it much easier to start by changing what I don’t like or what I know I want to change and then reviewing what now no longer makes sense and going round changing that. Repeating that process until I have my desired rewrite.  It is considerably easier, personally, to work from what I know I want to change so then I don’t get caught up in things that aren’t necessary to the initial idea for the rewrite.

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Thank you @franwrites 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀 #Repost @franwrites with @repostapp ・・・ Day 3 of #letteringpoets #may #maylettering #handlettering #handletteringpractice #fauxcalligraphy #wordstoliveby #alfawrites #alfa #poetry #poem #epic #art (at Louisville, Kentucky)

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𝙄 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙈𝙚 𝘽𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧

ᴛʀᴏᴘᴇ: ᴘᴀʀᴋ ꜱᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ɴᴏɴ-ɪᴅᴏʟ ᴀᴜ)

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ɴ/ᴀ

ᴡᴄ: 498

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪɴᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇɴᴇꜱꜱ. ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ! (￣ ￣|||) ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀ��ꜱ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ❤

The first time they met, it felt like everything else in the world faded away. You hadn't expected much from the summer program your parents had insisted to join. It was just another distraction before the school year started, another chance to feel out of place. But the moment your eyes landed on him, sitting by the window in the crowded cafeteria, you felt something shift inside her.

His name was Sunghoon, and he wasn't the guy you usually would notice. He had messy hair that looked like he didn't care, and a quiet presence, as though he was comfortable being invisible. But that day, something pulled you towards him, like a thread of connection you couldn't explain.

The both of you quickly became inseparable, wandering through the city's parks, finding hidden corners to talk about everything and nothing. Sunghoon wasn't like the people you knew at school. He listened, really listened, and made you feel seen. He made you think it was okay to be yourself, even the messy, awkward parts.

One afternoon, you found a quiet spot by the riverbank, the sun dipping low in the sky. The air was warm, filled with the scent of summer. Sunghoon turned to you, his eyes soft with that gentle gaze you'd come to love.

"Why me?" he asked, his voice low like he was afraid to break the moment.

You smiled, heart fluttering in your chest. "Because I like me better when I'm with you."

He looked at her for a long moment, something unspoken passing between them. And then he smiled, the kind of smile that made everything else disappear. At that moment, you knew this was what you had been waiting for, without even knowing it.

Time passed in a blur of late-night conversations, laughter shared under the stars, and moments that felt like you could stretch forever. Being with Sunghoon made everything better, even the tough days. He had this way of making you feel like you were enough, just as you were. And for the first time, you didn't need to hide or pretend.

Summer, like all things, was fleeting. As the days grew shorter, the reality of returning to their separate lives loomed over you. But something had changed. It wasn't just a summer fling or a brief moment in time. It was real, and it was theirs.

On their last day together, standing under a sky streaked with pink and gold, you leaned against Sunghoon, your head on his shoulder. "I'm going to miss this," you whispered.

"Me too," he replied softly. "But we'll figure it out. We always do."

And in that moment, you knew that no matter what happened next or how far apart they might be, they had something special that wouldn't fade with the end of summer. Because with Sunghoon, you had found a version of yourself you never wanted to lose.

And you liked that version, better than you ever thought possible.

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About Me ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

Greetings! I’m Francene, but you can call me Fran! I'm a 13-year-old writer born on June 09 in the Philippines. I’m open to writing for any group that you request, though I mostly write for Enhypen and &TEAM. Feel free to send in your requests—I’d love to create something for you!

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Masterlist ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

�� other groups will be added in the long run ♡

➤ &team

➤ enhypen

TBA. . .

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ &team

Fluff = 🙈 , Angst = ‼️ , Smau = 📱 Short = ⏱️

Requested = 🫶 , Headcannon = 🪵

Koga Yudai

TBA

Murata Fuma

TBA

Wang Yixiang

TBA

Byun Euijoo

TBA

Nakakita Yuma

TBA

Asakura Jo

TBA

Shigeta Harua

TBA

Takayama Riki

TBA

Hirota Riki

How to Steal the Heart of Mr.Dimples? 🙈

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HELLO GIRLY!!

Ur acc is sooo cute in love w it!! wanna be motties?:3

hii! tysm, i love ur profile too! i was fixing my profile my bad, but of course we can be moots🫶

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ Navigation

ⓘ greetings! i'm francene/fran, nice to meet you. (english isn't my first language, so i apologize in advance)

𝗟𝗶𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗿𝘆

𝗔𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗠𝗲

𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀. . .

TBA

𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 : 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 (𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐). 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍 (𝗈𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅) 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌 𝗂𝗌 (𝖾𝗑. 𝖻𝖿!𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝗀𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋) 𝗍𝗒𝗌𝗆!!

©️ 𝗳𝗿𝗻𝘅𝗵𝘀𝗰 ┃𝘁𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗿 2024

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ enhypen

Fluff = 🙈 , Angst = ‼️ , Smau = 📱 , Short =🧭 , Request = 🫶 , Headcannon = 🪵

Lee Heeseung

TBA

Park Jongseong

TBA

Sim Jaeyun

Rainy day comfort 🙈🧭

Park Sunghoon

I Like Me Better 🙈🧭

Kim Sunoo

TBA

Yang Jungwon

TBA

Nishimura Riki

TBA

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𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: bf!Jake x fem!reader

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: fluff

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: n/a

ɴᴏᴛᴇ: first story to be posted! I hope you guys like it 🤍 (english is not my first language so please excuse if the grammar isn't right) Requests are always open <3

ʟɪʙʀᴀʀʏ

The sky outside was gloomy, with heavy raindrops tapping rhythmically against the windowpane. Inside, you sat curled up on the couch, a thick blanket wrapped around your shoulders, and a cup of hot cocoa warming your hands. It was one of those lazy, rainy afternoons that made you want to do nothing but relax and enjoy the quiet.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, breaking the peaceful silence. You frowned, wondering who would be out in this weather. You shuffled over to the door, opening it cautiously, and there he was—your boyfriend Jake, grinning like he wasn’t soaked to the bone.

"Surprise!" he exclaimed, holding a bouquet of sunflowers, the bright yellow petals starkly contrasting with the dreary day.

"You’re crazy! It’s pouring out there!" you laughed, pulling him inside quickly before he could get any wetter.

"Well, I saw these and thought they’d brighten your day," he said, handing you the flowers. His cheeks were flushed, whether, from the cold or something else, you weren’t sure. "Plus, I know you love sunflowers."

You took the bouquet, the sight of the cheerful blooms already lifting your spirits. "They’re beautiful, thank you." You motioned for him to sit, handing him a towel. "Dry off before you catch a cold."

He chuckled, taking the towel and rubbing his hair. "It’s just a little rain."

As he settled next to you on the couch, you handed him your half-finished cup of cocoa. "Want some? It’s perfect for a day like this."

"Only if you’re sharing," he teased, taking a sip.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while, listening to the rain as it pattered against the window. The warmth from the hot cocoa and the soft glow from the sunflowers filled the room with a cozy feeling.

"You know," he said softly after a while, "rainy days aren’t so bad when you’re with someone."

You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. "I couldn’t agree more."