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[natp20]

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[gyuswhore]

Fifteen to Forever

"I can’t not be happy when I know I have you."

PAIRING: hockeyplayer!choi seungcheol x f!reader

SYNOPSIS: Fifteen was the age you had met Choi Seungcheol at a school hockey game. Forever was the age you would find yourself spending with him.

CONTAINS: fluff, angst, smut (MINORS DNI), growing up, tears (a lot), distance, this is so emotional you will be in your feels, kissing, p in v sex (unprotected), clit stimulation, handjobs, happy endings bc we love them, i think that's it

WORD COUNT: 6k

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[AN]: thank you so much @ressonancee for birthing the idea of hockey player cheol in the first place, reading over some of the bits and helping me w some of the plot!!! ty for letting me ramble in your dms lol. hockeyplayer!cheol WILL reappear in other fics bc I'm obsessed with the idea, for now, I hope you enjoy this angsty fluffy creation <33

It wasn’t until the last echo of the slammed car door had faded that you realized, yes, mom, I do actually want you to go in with me. 

But alas, as the last tresses of exhaust from her car fade into nothingness, you accept that you’d have to do this alone. Gripping the straps of your brand new backpack helps you ground yourself as the increasingly erratic breathing takes over you. It sinks in now that you’re alone. 

There’s a honk, and you realize you’re still frozen in the drop-off zone, the mom in the Subaru not appreciating the 7 AM delay to drop off her own high schooler. You wonder if her kid would let her drop them off inside. 

Scurrying into the entrance of the open gates, you find the courtyard full. Huddles of teens laughing and yelling despite the early morning hour, not a spare square foot on the grass. You try to find someone who looks like an adult but fail, hoping you’ll be luckier once you’re inside the building. 

You do find yourself lucky as you find a line of teachers at the entrance, ready to greet the new batch of freshmen on their first day of high school. There are a few other kids who look as tense as you, but you feel better with the way the administrator pats your shoulder as she hands you your schedule, assigning you to a lanky sophomore to show you around the building that’d become your second home for the next four years. 

Jeonghan tells you his name as he leads you into your homeroom, where you deposit your bag before going back out. He’s peculiar, you decide. He tells you to never walk without looking at the floor on Monday mornings to save your shoes from the occasional start-of-the-week breakfast hurl. He tells you in the cafeteria that the lasagna was horrible, but not the sloppy joes; the sloppy joes were good. He tells you in the gym that the coach would let you off if you rubbed a little eyeliner under your eyes, “he’s an empath.” 

By the time he’s listing off clubs and teams, you feel a little less nervous, pushing you back into your fuller homeroom with a sign-up sheet and a goodbye. You don’t get to say thank you. 

Kwon Soonyoung slips into the empty seat next to you, introducing himself a little louder than you’d anticipated, but you suppose you needed the enthusiasm. He innocently slips you his home number and hopes out loud that you’d be the best of friends. 

You get in the car that afternoon, responding with a wider-than-expected smile at your mother inquiring about your day. 

“It was great! I think I’ll like it here.”

You found it strange that the rink was so packed for a high school hockey game, but that was before you saw the ten-foot banner and face paint. Soonyoung sits on your right as Jiwoo places herself on your left, both donned in blue and yellow, sandwiching your uncoordinated outfit. For whatever reason, you’d thought movies exaggerated the hype around high school sports, yet the support for the boys entering the rink roars into your ears to prove you wrong. 

They win, and with the way the rest of the team pats him on the back after sending in the last puck, you assume it’s all thanks to the boy with the Choi on the back of his jersey. 

He removes his helmet, hair flopping into his eyes as you realize you know him. He was always in the cafeteria with Jeonghan, the boy who gave you a tour on your first day, along with many other boys from his year. It was hard not to notice them with the ruckus they were always causing, yet you found them easy to drown out with the rest of the noise. 

“What’s his first name? The guy with the 08 on his back?” you ask Soonyoung. 

“Oh, that’s Seungcheol. Dude’s a fucking progidy or something.”

“Prodigy,” Jiwoo corrects. 

“Yeah, that. Jihoon said the only reason they got to finals last year was ‘cause of this guy.” 

You watch as he drinks from his bottle from the benches, smiling at his coach and teammates as they debriefed. At least you were guessing that was happening; the only thing you were thinking about was how you could hear his laugh from where you sat. And how it was making you smile, too. 

You stare at your worn shoes that glow in multicolors as the beats in the gym warp and stagger through the speaker. You’re on your third punch, finding yourself awkward without something to occupy at least one hand. 

You had danced a little with Jiwoo, watched with bright eyes as Soonyoung dance off-ed yet another senior to his victory, giggled as you let another freshman, Jun, take Jiwoo away for the next dance. You now lace the edges of the party, taking a breather as you down the remnants of your punch, already trailing the memorized path to the snack table. Maybe you’ll try some of the lemonade this time. 

There’s already somebody occupying the lemonade cooler when you get there, back to you as you patiently wait for him to finish up. He moves away, leaning against the table. He takes a sip from his cup, and you move forward to fill your own. 

It’s Seungcheol. You recall his name as you recognize his face. He somehow looks as haphazard as you last saw him from yesterday’s hockey game. 

If he had come in with a tie, it’s long gone as he has his collar popped and shirt unbuttoned the first few steps. It doesn’t end there as you note the hair that dresses his eyes, soaked in what you cannot imagine is water with the way you saw someone with a similar build typhoon across the floor with nearly as much vigor as Soonyoung has had tonight. 

He’s downing the cup in haste, and you take a sip of the slightly tart drink as you debate if you should say something. 

“You did really well yesterday. Congrats,” you decide to say. 

He emerges from his cup to acknowledge you sipping on your own lemonade, “Oh, thanks. Were you there?” 

“Oh, yeah, I was. First hockey game, went with my friends,” you let out a little chuckle, not understanding why you suddenly felt so awkward. 

“Cool,” he answers plainly, mouth glistening and posture stagnant. “You’re friends with Soonyoung, right? Seen him hang around Jihoon a lot.”

“Yeah, he’s — he’s friends with everybody,” you laugh a little, and you hear him laugh with you. 

“How do you handle him? He’s giving a run for everybody’s money out there,” he gestures to the dance floor with a smile. 

“He mellows out after a while; he’s just excited,” you say, understanding his bewilderment.

“How’re you finding high school so far?” he asks when he runs out of things to say, yet forgets that he can easily excuse himself. But he doesn’t.

“Pretty alright. I’m having fun so far.” You don’t need to ask him the same, knowing well that the sophomore was having the time of his life.

“Good to hear, hope it stays that way for you.”

It’s another painful five seconds before you see Jiwoo waving at you from afar, pointing at something Soonyoung is doing. 

“Uh, I’ll see you around, my friend’s waving me over–”

“Oh, sure, uh, I’ll see you around.”

You give him one more tight-lipped smile as you wave from waist length before retreating. 

“Wait!” 

You turn around at his voice. 

“I never got your name.”

Seungcheol took you on your first not-date in the spring.

Not-date because neither of you had labeled it as such, but you were pushed to reconsider when both Jiwoo and Soonyoung insisted.

He had brought his car that you slipped into after school to drive to the movies, where he bought you popcorn and paid for both of your tickets. He held your hand as you walked out of the theatre, wide-eyed and all smiles as you discussed the film you had just sat through for two hours. 

His palm fit in yours like it belonged there, and maybe it was your fifteen-year-old brain talking. Still, you never expected to be this comfortable with him — especially after the possible insinuation your friends had instilled. 

He drove you home that night as you searched for a million excuses to stay a little longer in his car as he parked in front of your door. But alas, you open the car door at the end of the night and are surprised to find him doing the same as he walks around to where you get out. 

“I had a lot of fun today,” you say in your rehearsed line.

“Me too,” he smiles. “The weather’s getting nicer, we should see the cherry blossoms next weekend. If you wanted to. We can take the car again.” 

He didn’t kiss you, at least not on the lips as he hugged you at your front door and pressed his lips to your cheek. 

You were quick to squeak out your goodbyes after that happened, slamming your door shut as you vaguely heard him drive off. 

With a hand to your racing heart, you count to ten. Perhaps you’d reconsider that not-date after all. Besides, you had cherry blossoms to look forward to. 

Choi Seungcheol kissed you, really kissed you, when he brought the team to the cup they missed out on last year, throwing himself at you as soon as you appeared before him. He was sweaty, half-dressed in his gear with his skates still on as he embraced you tighter than anyone ever had before. 

He put his lips on yours the second he saw your face as you pulled away, unable to help himself despite the groans and retches of his teammates, despite the fact that an entire bleacher’s worth of people saw you both. 

Not that either of you cared; you were just happy he didn’t have his mouth guard on (and that he kissed you before you couldn’t help it yourself).

It was in your junior year and Seungcheol’s senior year that you began to hear the absurdities about the strength of your relationship, that you wouldn’t make it, that high school sweethearts never do. 

With shaking hands, you grip your boyfriend’s arm as he has a conflicted look in his eye. 

“No,” you say. You wonder where all of this strength was coming from when you all wanted was to cry. “You’re gonna go. You will go. I won’t let you throw all of this away because of something that’s never gonna waver.” 

He’s silent as he refuses to meet your gaze. The voices were getting to him, his older college friends laughing when he suggested that his relationship would last both college and the distance it would bring. He realizes he’s not so sure anymore. 

He sits cross-legged in front of you on your bedroom floor, mentally prepared to walk out for the last time. 

“You’re supposed to be happiest about this; I don’t understand why you insist I leave. And so far away?” he looks slightly bewildered. 

“Because you’ll regret it if you don’t. This isn’t about me, Cheol, it’s about everything you’ve worked for all these years—”

“Us, what about us? I’ve worked on us, too.”

“Why have you gone years without listening to a word what other people say to only listening to them now?”

“Was it just me, then? Because it feels like I’m the only one worried about our future together—”

“Choi Seungcheol, stop right there.” Your voice is brittle, and you don’t know how long you can keep the tears at bay. 

“I…I don’t know what to think,” his shoulders slump even lower. 

His hockey scholarship would take him so, so far away. He thought you were strong enough for this, but with every anecdote, every comment, every dejected “have it your way” to his resilience, he wonders if the both of you would be forced to fight a losing battle if he left. 

There were sports universities here at home, but there was no you with his scholarship. 

“I’ll tell you what to think. Will you listen to me?” 

Slowly, but surely, he nods. 

“You can get the scholarship you’ve always wanted, and we can stay as we are, although a little farther away.”

He looks like he wants to say something but doesn’t.

“I believe in us. And if you don’t right now, I’m ready to believe for the both of us. We’ll get through this.” 

In the end, Seungcheol believed you over everything the world told him, praying he wouldn’t let you or himself down as he laid with you on the last night he’d call his bedroom home. 

Graduation was a happy endeavor, momentarily forgetting what lay ahead as he enjoyed his last hours with all his friends in one place. The heavy feeling returned as the night progressed, agreeing to spend the night with him, tucked under his covers as you listened to his heartbeat. You wonder how long it will be until you're able to do this again. 

As you lay in his stripped bedroom, there’s little either of you say, an unspoken agreement to not sleep, not tonight. He has an early morning, but he doesn’t really seem to care as he continues to fiddle with your hair, kissing you at intervals like he's trying to bring back the feeling when it begins to fade. 

There’s little you can talk about when you’re trying to memorize each other’s scent. You remind yourself to give him your sweater when morning comes, already noting the hoodie you need to remember to pick up, the lone one he left you in his closet. 

But as the first rays of sun peeked through the blinds, sending stripes of sun into the bedroom, you tried not to feel the hard clench of your heart as the bare room came into sight. Despite the snoozing of alarms, the multiple knocks on his door, and the dawn of a new day, you let yourselves have an extra five, ten, fifteen, twenty minutes. 

Just you and him before it would be you, and it would be him.

Seungcheol called you more than you called him. It was everywhere, even if it was just to say a quick “I love you” before a game, to hear your voice before he went to class, to listen to you complain about an assignment before he had to do his own. 

As resilient as you showed yourself to be, you’d be lying if you said there was a part of you that was afraid of how much faith Seunghceol held for the both of you, but at ease you were with the constant bugging he’d do and the bugging he seemed to appreciate back. 

By Christmastime, he’d texted you his itinerary for the holidays, explaining how he couldn’t spare a second to things like thinking. Most of his list involved spending all day rotting indoors with you. 

As much as Seungcheol had hoped you’d pick a college nearer to him, he was less scared when you finally announced your college decisions close to graduation. The past year had proved a lot, mostly that you both were stronger than the distance. Which is why he was the first to congratulate you when you got into the college of your choice, despite the fact that you’d be even farther away, leaving home in what felt like the opposite direction to him. 

You were scared too, mostly of how Seungcheol would react, but seeing the smile break out on his face when you told him gave you all the reassurance you needed. That summer brought you the best memories of your teenage years, with Seungcheol, preparing for you both to leave. Except this time, the air was less tense, fewer tears shed, fewer solemn goodbyes at airport gates, and less desperation in both of your hearts. A surety that you’d come back to each other. 

Seungcheol was offered a contract with his dream hockey team when you were on the cusp of your final year. He told you nearly two weeks after he received the first email, not believing it until he was pestered to do so by the representative. 

You cried on the phone that night, the ache in your chest unbelievably present as you wished you could hug him at that moment. He denied his own tears, but you knew his glassier-than-normal eyes weren’t just through the camera lens. You told him you were proud, you told him this was only the beginning, that you needed to sit in the bleachers with his jersey on for every game he’ll ever play, that he was about to have an entire career to be proud of soon. 

He let a couple tears slip. 

And when he showed up to your graduation, sitting next to your family, you gave him the biggest hug you could muster from your bones. That year may have been the last you’d have to endure apart, but it was somehow the hardest. 

It was in that moment, when you pulled away to look at his smiling face, that the years registered in your mind. 

You’re fifteen again, seeing Seungcheol for the first time, donning the features he hadn’t grown into yet, the features you hadn’t grown into yet. You have to tiptoe to meet his lips now, see a man where there was once a boy, the deep set of maturity behind his pretty eyes. 

When he drops the last of your boxes into his — your shared apartment, you’re brought to the stark realization that you're going to stay here.

It’s when you’re unpacking your toothbrush, placing it in the cup right next to his that you realize you could do whatever you wanted with each other without having to work around flight schedules. It’s when he’s hobbling around wooden planks and screws in the bedroom, putting together the brand new queen-sized bed to replace his too-small twin, that you realize that you weren’t here for the week, or for the month or for any set amount of time; you were here forever.

At least that’s what you hope as you watch him collapse the last of the cardboard boxes to recycle, shoving in the corner of the entryway, leaving that job for tomorrow. 

By the time you emerge in the living room after a shower, Seungcheol has already begun to unpack the delivery food on the coffee table. It’s an array of delicious smells, slightly soggy food, and mounds of styrofoam and plastic wrap; a feast for your tired, tired bodies. 

The dumplings are amazing, and the warm feeling in your chest expands as you realize you can now order them whenever you like. 

Seungcheol picks out the chopped chilies from his food, migrating them onto your own plate as he talks about his next practice session without interruption. 

A thought occurs to you in that moment as you watch him down his cola. “Hasn’t coach put you on a diet plan?” 

“Yeah,” he says normally. You merely stare at him, not understanding how any of this junk could be any good for his form, especially when you know he’s good about abstaining when it comes to training. 

He smiles at the questioning look on your face, setting down his utensils, “It’s our first meal, in our first home. I think we deserve to share this with each other.” 

A smile breaks out on your face at the thought of this being your first meal, the first of many meals together in this home. Of all the meals you’ll share in every home after this, every day. 

And while Seungcheol finds himself sacrificing his diet to enjoy all of this greasy grub with you, you will also find yourself occasionally sharing his awfully bland chicken breasts and salads. All to share with each other. 

Walking into the bustling restaurant in your uncomfortable shoes and your arm around Seungcheol’s, you’re quick to find the group you’re looking for. 

The noise is a dead giveaway, and you quickly realize they haven’t changed. 

You hear Soonyoung before you see him, his distinct laugh echoing the loudest across the sea of mingling heads. A loud banner hangs at the end of the room with your high school grad year. 

You detach from Seungcheol as he finds his junior friends, and you find yours, taking both Soonyoung and Jiwoo into a bone-crushing hug. It’s been a while since you last saw them. The crowd of familiar faces greets you, making small talk with everyone as they introduce you to their partners and even their children. You’ve grown; all of you have. 

“Seungcheol’s here too. You guys were together in high school, right?” somebody asks you at some point during the night. “He graduated before us, though; wonder who he’s here with.” 

You don’t blame them for assuming, considering both of you have been in your own circles all night. That, added to the obvious assumptions of high school sweethearts, you only laugh a little as you reply with a wider-than-usual smile. 

“Oh, he’s here with me,” 

You go home with a permanent smile stuck to your face, talking more animatedly than usual in the car ride home. Seuncheol mirrors your smile as he listens. 

Your good mood prevails for the rest of the night, even as you slip under the covers, ready to end the night on a happier-than-usual note. Seungcheol is reading his book when you crawl under his arm, head on his chest, and your arm slung across his torso. You feel his lips on the top of your head, the faint sound of his book being placed on the bedside table.  

“What’s got you so smiley?” he asks with one of his own.

You shake your head as you reply, “Nothing. I’m just happy I saw Soonyoung and Jiwoo.”

“I’m glad you saw them too. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

You hum in response, suddenly remembering a conversation you had. “You know, Jess asked me who you were there with.” 

“Figures,” he shrugs before laughing a little.“How much did she hesitate before asking you?” 

“Looked like she was holding it in for a little bit. Don’t blame her, though. She probably thought we ended it in epic teenage fashion.” 

He snorts at that, “Probably would’ve if you didn’t talk some sense into me.”

“Probably would’ve if you didn’t trust me like you did,” you crane your neck to look at him. 

“Glad I wasn’t that far gone,” he whispers, a faraway look in his eyes despite looking directly at you. “Haven’t doubted us ever since.”

There’s that warm feeling that spreads throughout your body, an overwhelming feeling of contentment coming over you. There was nothing, nothing, that could convince you to be anywhere else, especially anywhere that wasn’t in his arms. 

“Sometimes…well, a lot of the times, I think about us,” you start. “I thought us hitting six months was enough to tell me I’d be with you forever.” 

He smiles at the thought of high school you, starry-eyed, awkward little kids. He remembers the way you blushed when he kissed you for the first time in front of the whole school, the heat that had risen to his own face at the time. 

“And then we hit a year, and then two years,” you remember every surprise for every anniversary, from when you’d collect your allowance for weeks to get him something he’d like. 

“And then college happened. I tried being so positive, but I had never been more scared for us. I hope we never have to go through something that hard ever again.” You almost sound like a child not wanting to go to the doctor’s office, but with the way you feel yourself tighten your grip around him, you don’t think it’s any different. 

You can feel your eyes begin to well, and your voice begins to shake. It was nearly comical how quickly the smiles were turning into sentimental tears. 

Seungcheol places a kiss on your lips, and you know it was meant to be reassuring, but it only wrenches open the floodgates. The tears begin to make their way down your face, sniffles muffled as you go back to burying your face in his chest, his shirt soaking the wetness. You can feel a rumble in his chest as he laughs at your state. He’s also squeezing up your sides and placing kisses in any place he can reach. 

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you murmur into his shirt. 

“It’s okay. Today was very reflective,” he reassures, letting you stay hidden. 

“I just—” you sniff. “I just wanna stay happy like this all the time.” 

It’s only then that he guides your stained face away from his shirt to bring you to look at him, wiping the remnants of your tears as you try to keep the fresh ones at bay. “We’ll be happy, even when we’re sad. I can’t not be happy when I know I have you. I love you too much for that.”

“I love you,” you whisper into his lips, arms around his neck as you pull yourself to him, chest to chest. You kiss him properly, pecking him a few times to have your fill. 

And then he’s pulling away, ever so slightly to bring a bare millimeter of gap between your lips. His hands burn where they rest, one on your waist, one on your thigh. He’s breathing hard. Both of you are. 

“I’m gonna say something so not fit for right now,” he breathes.

You can’t help but freeze in his hold as you register his words, hesitating before you ask. “What?”

“Marry me.” 

It comes out as the same whisper, directly into your lips as he utters the words. Like he was keeping a secret from the walls and the furniture, like they were only meant for you; because they were only meant for you. Your heart stops, and you vaguely wonder if you’re breathing at all. 

“I—” he takes a long, shaky breath from his nose. “I was supposed to do this a little differently, but…”

You watch him reach over into his bedside drawer, the one you never touch, and bring out the smallest velvet box. Opening it reveals the prettiest, most delicate diamond you’ve ever seen, the jewel glinting and sparkling even in the dim bedroom lights. 

That’s when you let out a tiny gasp, feeling the tears return, dripping down your face one after the other. “Choi Seuncheol, you bitch.”

You’re sobbing at this point, and it has him sitting up straighter, leaving the box to the side as he lurches for you when you pull away. 

“Wait, fuck, sorry, I thought,” he exhales in frustration, hands trying to pull yours away from your face as you cry into your hands. He sounds desperate. “I got carried away, I don’t know what I was thinking—”

“No, it’s not that,” you finally manage through hiccups. 

“Yes, of course, I’ll marry you, I’m just fucking emotional.” 

You hear him laugh again, no doubt out of pure relief, as he nearly doubles over at the situation. 

You’re a little calmer as you continue to sniffle, watching him with a half-disgruntled, half-amused expression, “Put it on, stupid, or do I need to cry again for you to do that.”

You don’t need to tell him twice as he slips the ring on your finger, the perfect fit, the perfect jewel, the perfect ring. 

Bringing him closer, you kiss him again, lips pressed hard on his as you try to communicate every last emotion into it. You’re out of words, and you hope he knows what you're feeling. You know he knows; he always knows. 

He’s reciprocating with the same vigor, arms coming up to wrap around you so tight it pushes you flush against his body. He nips at your lip, running his tongue over it for good measure before letting it enter your mouth. You let him take the lead, let him guide you through every motion, every step forward. 

You’re putty when he pulls off your clothes for you, feeling your heart scream in protest whenever he pulls away to get rid of the obstructions. Your emotions were in a delicate place, and you suddenly couldn’t handle not being able to feel him against you consistently. 

He does well to make it quick, moving back on top of you to occupy your mouth once more. He tries to migrate lower, latching onto your neck to continue his ministrations there, but you don’t let him as you pull his face back to yours again.

“I love you,” you whisper against his mouth before latching onto his lips.

He lets out a low grunt, pulling away for breath as he whispers it back, “I love you more.”

If you won’t let his mouth move, you let his hands do whatever they wish, feeling them move lower against your sides to reach your hips. His thumbs draw circles on them as he slowly moves his hands to where you can feel the arousal grow. 

His fingers hit your bare heat as he plunges them into your folds, encasing your clit between his fingers. He drags them up slowly before moving back down, all the way to your now sopping hole to brush against the opening. 

You sigh against his lips as he pushes his finger in slowly, lips releasing yours as you throw your head back to feel his digit around your walls. He pushes a second one in without hesitation, and you know he’s just as desperate as you right now. 

He’s only two fingers deep, and yet you feel yourself beginning to come undone. He always knew what to do when he wanted to stretch you out faster, always knew what to do when he wanted to draw the pleasure out, keep you writhing for hours. 

Right now was different; it felt like he was holding himself back to the point where it was almost painful. If he wasn’t worried about the stretch, he would’ve buried himself inside you already, and yet, when he feels you clench undeniably hard around his fingers as you orgasm, he feels like he might’ve cum himself. 

His low moans echo off the walls with your louder, more desperate ones, riding out your high as you feel him bring his other hand up to rub your clit in fast circles, making the pleasure last. Coming down from your high, you feel him pause for a moment as he peppers kisses on your face, down your jaw and neck, finally coming to press his lips against yours. 

“You okay?” 

You nod in response, already grasping at his boxers to yank them down. Despite having just orgasmed, the satisfaction is yet to come, needing to feel him inside you before you combusted entirely. 

He helps as he discards himself of the final obstruction, letting you stroke his painfully hard member in your hands. The face he makes is heavenly as you watch him feel your hands wrapped around him. The impatience takes over as he finally removes your hands, instead pinning them beside your head as he guides himself to your entrance. 

Seungcheol goes back to planting himself onto you entirely, knowing exactly what you wanted from him, needing to feel him against you so flush and tight. He lets you wrap your hands around his neck as he finally begins to push himself into you, letting his tip graze the beginning of your entrance. 

He breathes into your neck in deep, deep exhales, trying so hard not to cum before he’s even entered you entirely. He takes his time pushing into you, focusing on your fingers as they play with his hair, your palms running down his shoulder blades in a pathway. He closes his eyes as he sheaths himself in you completely, continuing his steady breaths to not come undone before you. 

He begins to move when he feels like he’s gotten a hold of his bearings, feeling you hold onto him as he starts thrusting into your cunt. The sounds you make are bliss; the feeling of every inch of your skin on his is making him lose his already lost mind. 

Your arms drop when they can’t hold onto him any longer, your hands remaining on him regardless, in some way or the other. Seungcheol takes hold of your hand, emerging from the crook of your neck to bring it to his mouth. He kisses it, your palms, the back of your hand, your fingers, directly over the rock he slipped on you himself. 

The tenderness of his actions makes your brain rattle against your skull, the building feeling in your abdomen coming so close to collapsing into release. You find yourself pushing yourself up on your elbows, face finding the crook of his shoulder as you push yourself back into him when pulled back in the slightest. 

You’re so close now, so, so close. “Cheol,”

“I know, darling. Cum for me, baby, I’ve got you, I’ve always got you.”

You release to the sound of his voice, the words that tumble from his desperate mouth, the feeling of his own cum shooting inside your spent walls. He continues to thrust into you as you both let out the loudest moans of the night, letting yourself get wrapped up in the feeling of each other before you lose your peak. 

You register nothing as you feel him drop his weight on top of you, letting the moment pass. 

Despite having had nights rougher, more lengthy than this, you somehow feel more spent than you have at the end of any of those escapades. The answer comes to you in the few minutes it takes for you both to catch your breath, Cheol being just as fatigued as you despite his athlete stamina. 

You feel him continue to press his lips onto your skin, letting you do the same to him in between kisses. Neither of you speak for another few minutes, letting the heaviness of your hearts come forth in the showers of love you seem to want to give each other. 

He’s grasping your left hand, toying with the ring fitted there. “I can’t wait to spend forever with you.” 

A picture of the both of you hangs on the wall in your bedroom, dim yet decipherable in the low lights. There’s a moment where you have a flash of that same photo on multiple different walls. Different shades of neutral, in different rooms in different houses. It’s the same picture. 

You think of what forever might hold for the both of you, separately and together. You let the prospect of every step, every change, and every milestone wash over you in waves that keep coming, crashing back to feed into another. 

Change, you rehearse. There had been lots of it, and yet you had merely scratched the surface of what life was about to throw at you. You knew that, Seungcheol knew that. But you found yourself, in that moment, convinced in entirety that change is good, whether it feels good or bad. 

Distance makes the heart grow fonder; you didn't realize the meaning of the phrase until you had to live apart from the love of your life. Painful, difficult, sometimes agonizing, yet also necessary, you conclude. You wonder if your love would ever have grown this deep if you hadn’t felt life without each other. 

You think of how far you’ve come, how you’ve grown with each other. There was an encompassing of gratefulness that came with every step you had taken, and with every step you would take henceforth, you knew that for certain. 

Perhaps you would find yourself voicing these emotional thoughts to him, but not now. The unspoken was louder than anything you could say. 

“I can’t wait to spend forever with you, too.”

taglist (strikthru could not be tagged): @rubyreduji @vampirexlotita @simqly-yunjin @tomodachiii

[kathlare]

fanboy

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Lando experiences the thrill of watching Amelie perform live for the first time at the Eras Tour in Melbourne. Amid the excitement, Lando's growing admiration for her becomes evident to his friends, and playful teasing ensues. As Amelie commands the stage with confidence, Lando is filled with pride, awe, and a deepening affection that he’s still trying to understand.

Wordcount: 1.2 k

Warnings: fluff, smau

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February 16th, 2024 - Melbourne, Australia

liked by f1lover_24, amelienation, and others

lando_updates: Lando was spotted at the Eras Tour in Melbourne with Max and Pietra, cheering on Amelie during her opening act! 👀🎤✨

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joshallen44: No way they’re just “friends” with all that body language. Please tell me they’re not still pulling the “we’re just friends” card. → f1insider11: @joshallen44 They’re playing the “we’re just friends” card so well, it’s almost like they read a handbook on how to tease the fans. 👀

lanospeed: Lando’s vibe is screaming "I’m here for my girl" but also screaming "I hope no one realizes we’re secretly dating."

f1nista_: LANDO??? At the Eras Tour??? With Max and Pietra??? I’m just saying, this looks like a lowkey date night for two people who’ve been too friendly for too long. 👀🎤 → speedyfan_: @f1nista_ Right?! Tell me why this feels like a soft launch for a relationship? Boy’s too hyped for just a “friend”.

realdeal: Y'all, we all know Lando’s not there just for the vibes. He’s got Amelie’s back like a TRUE fan.

charlesleclercfan_: I swear I’m still waiting for the official announcement, but these two are basically together without saying it at this point. Am I the only one who noticed how soft Lando was looking at Amelie? 🥹💘 → maddie_f1: @charlesleclercfan_ You’re not alone, babe. Even Max is like “yep, they’re in their own little world” 😂

joshy_f1fan_: Lando’s always been lowkey about his relationships, but like… he’s SO obvious with Amelie. That smile? He’s obsessed. 😭💘

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The crowd at Melbourne’s iconic stadium buzzed with electric energy, the anticipation palpable as fans decked out in sequins, sparkles, and Eras-themed outfits filled the stands. Lando stood near the VIP tent with Max, Pietra, Elysia, and a handful of Amelie’s team, the group quietly chatting as they waited for her set to begin.

This was Lando’s first time watching Amelie perform live. Sure, he’d heard her sing before—soft humming around his flat in Monaco, casual duets during quarantine game nights, and even the occasional voice note of new songs she wanted his opinion on—but this was different. This was her, in her element, doing what she loved. And for reasons he didn’t want to analyze too deeply, his stomach twisted with nerves, excitement, and something else he couldn’t quite name.

—She’s going to kill it,— Elysia said confidently, sipping on a soda. Her voice was steady, but Lando caught the slight quirk of her lips that hinted at sisterly pride.

—I don’t doubt that,— Lando replied with a smirk. “I just hope she doesn’t fall over in those heels she showed me last night.”

—Oh, she’ll be fine,— Pietra chimed in. —Amelie’s a pro. You, on the other hand…— She trailed off, exchanging a knowing glance with Max, who grinned mischievously.

—What?— Lando asked, his tone defensive.

—You look like a fucking fanboy,— Max teased, nudging him. —Admit it, mate. You’re about to lose your shit the second she steps on stage.—

—I’m not...—

—Lando, your cheeks are red,— Pietra interrupted with a laugh. —It’s cute.—

Before Lando could argue, a group of fans approached, their faces lighting up as they spotted him. —Oh my God, it’s Lando Norris!— one of them exclaimed, clutching a string of colorful friendship bracelets.

Lando offered a polite smile, stepping closer as the fans shyly extended bracelets toward him. —Can we get a picture?— one asked, while another added, —Will you give these to Amelie? Tell her we love her and that she’s amazing!—

—Of course,— Lando said, accepting the bracelets and posing for photos. The girls giggled as they handed over more, their eyes sparkling. “You and Amelie are such good friends,” one of them said, almost conspiratorially. —You’d make such a cute couple.—

Max, standing behind Lando, stifled a laugh. —Oh, he knows,— Max muttered under his breath, low enough for only Pietra and Elysia to hear. They both rolled their eyes, but Pietra couldn’t hide her smirk.

As the fans walked away, Lando turned to find Max smirking at him. —What?— Lando asked.

—Nothing,— Max said innocently, though his grin said otherwise. —You’re just very popular with her fans. Almost as much as she is.—

—Shut up,— Lando muttered, slipping the bracelets into his pocket.

Moments later, the lights dimmed, and the crowd roared. The opening chords of “Read Your Mind” played through the speakers, and a spotlight illuminated Amelie as she stepped onto the stage. Lando’s breath caught. She was radiant, dressed in a sparkling purple dress that caught the light with every move, her confidence commanding the crowd’s attention.

—She’s incredible,— Pietra whispered to Elysia, who nodded, her usual stoicism softening as she watched her little sister own the stage.

Lando didn’t say anything. He was too busy taking it all in—the way Amelie moved, how her voice carried through the stadium, and the way the crowd responded to her. It was surreal. She wasn’t just Ames, the girl he played video games with during lockdown or teased relentlessly over dinner. She was Amelie, the superstar, and she was captivating.

When she launched into “Hopelessly Devoted to You,” the crowd swayed, their phone lights creating a sea of stars. Lando’s chest tightened as he realized just how much this moment meant to her. She had told him once, in a quiet moment back in Monaco, how much she admired Taylor Swift and how surreal it felt to open for her. Watching her now, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride—and something else he wasn’t ready to name.

As the setlist continued, Amelie’s energy never wavered. She introduced her final song, “Nonsense,” with a playful grin. “This is one of my favorites,” she said, her voice carrying through the stadium. The crowd erupted in cheers as Amelie improvised the outro, throwing in cheeky references:

"D-I-C-K, I am good at spelling Tastes so good, I need a second helping Aren't you glad I know how to say Melbourne?"

Lando couldn’t help but laugh, his cheeks flushing as Amelie threw the crowd into a frenzy with her playful humor. Max leaned closer, smirking. —Did she just spell what I think she did?—

—Yeah, she did,— Lando muttered, shaking his head, though his grin betrayed him. He could practically feel the heat rising to his ears. That was so Amelie, unapologetically bold, effortlessly charming, and completely impossible to resist.

The song ended with a final, triumphant note, and the crowd erupted into deafening applause. Amelie stood there for a moment, taking it all in before offering a heartfelt smile. —Thank you, Melbourne! You’ve been incredible! I hope you’re ready for Taylor!— With that, she waved one last time before disappearing backstage.

Lando felt his heart settle into a steady rhythm as the lights dimmed again. He turned back to the group, catching Elysia’s knowing smirk. —She killed it,— Elysia said, her voice soft but proud.

—Absolutely,— Pietra agreed. —You looked like you were ready to propose, Lando.—

—Shut up,— Lando mumbled, though he couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped him. —She was amazing.—

Max clapped him on the back. —Mate, we’re teasing, but you’ve got every reason to be proud. She’s incredible, and you’re lucky to have her.—

Before Lando could reply, his phone buzzed with a text.

Ames💛: Give me ten minutes, and I’ll meet you guys at the tent. I need a shower; I’m soaked in sweat. Gross, I know.

He smiled, typing a quick response:

Lan🧡: You were amazing. Can’t wait to see you.

By the time Amelie joined them at the VIP tent, Taylor’s show had just begun. She had swapped her stage outfit for a pair of ripped jeans and an oversized Taylor Swift tour shirt, her damp hair tied into a loose braid. She looked effortlessly beautiful, and Lando felt his chest tighten all over again.

—Hey!— she greeted, her voice warm as she hugged Elysia first, then Pietra. She exchanged a cheeky fist bump with Max before finally turning to Lando. —Hi, fanboy.—

—Hi, superstar,— he shot back, his grin wide. He wanted to kiss her, but with so many eyes around, he settled for a playful nudge. —You crushed it out there.—

—Thanks,— she said, her cheeks pink. —I saw the bracelets. Were they from fans or your personal collection?—

Max burst out laughing. —She got you there, mate.—

Lando rolled his eyes but couldn’t help grinning. —They’re from your fans. They told me to give them to you.—

Amelie beamed, holding out her hands. —Well, hand them over. My fans make the best bracelets.—

As Lando passed her the colorful trinkets, Taylor began singing “Cruel Summer,” and the group turned their attention to the stage. Amelie stood next to Lando, their shoulders brushing as they swayed to the music.

—This is amazing,— Amelie said, her voice barely above the music. —I still can’t believe I get to be here, opening for her.—

Lando glanced at her, his expression softening. —You deserve it. You’re incredible.—

She looked up at him, her eyes bright under the stadium lights. —Thanks, Lando.—

Max, ever the opportunist, leaned in. —You two are disgustingly cute. Just saying.—

Amelie laughed, nudging Max. —And you’re disgustingly nosy.—

As the night went on, Lando found himself watching Amelie as much as the show. Her joy was contagious, her laughter ringing out during Taylor’s upbeat songs and her voice barely a whisper as she sang along to the slower ones.

By the time Taylor closed the show with “Karma,” Amelie was leaning into Lando, her head resting lightly on his shoulder. The stadium was a sea of phone lights, the atmosphere electric.

—This is the best night,— she murmured, her voice soft enough for only Lando to hear.

He looked down at her, his chest warm. —Yeah, it is.—

And for a moment, surrounded by music, lights, and the buzz of the crowd, it felt like it was just the two of them.

[respectthepetty]

Am I upset that I didn't get a shot of the closet with Mamiya's white clothes next to Toma's black outfits in the final episodes of Cosmetic Playlover?

Yes, but not as upset as Mamiya is about random men showing up at his job asking about his Black Brooder.

Because apparently, Toma comes from a FAMILY of Black Brooders.

Yes, Toma has an entire FAMILY who he doesn't speak to, care about, or even acknowledge, and Heavenly Human Mamiya is pressed and stressed about it.

Because Mamiya is pretty open with his family and actually talks to them. They know about Toma, and Mamiya easily admits they are living together and dating.

But instead of Mamiya just sipping his tea and letting it go, he tells Toma that he needs to not only speak to his family, but to also move back to New York to be with them! In Mamiya's Heavenly Human mind, he thinks he is holding Toma back and he is willing to sacrifice himself for the greater good.

Which is incorrect! Toma doesn't care about those Black Brooders! He tells his brother he is perfectly capable of helping with the family or at least he better start acting like it because TOMA! AIN'T! GOING! BACK!

So while Mamiya starts shifting to Toma's color to show he loves him even though they are arguing,

Toma actually planned the magical festival day that Mamiya had because he isn't just about thoughts and feelings, but about actions!

So they make up and kiss after Toma reminds Mamiya he doesn't want nor need anyone else except Mamiya.

And BAM! They both become happier and lighter! Previously, Toma's house was still dark, and even when he wore gray, it was darker,

But now Toma's gray is so light, his color almost looks white. Toma is a makeup artist and his beauty advisor boyfriend is living with him, and they are spending all their time together, so all is well!

Even when Toma has to help out his Black Brooding family at a modeling event, Toma only trusts his boyfriend to help him.

And they live happily ever after in perfect balance.

Well, until the help Toma gave his family leads to Toma's phone constantly ringing because people want him to model for them.

And Mamiya becomes stressed and pressed again.

So his color gets muddier.

While Toma gets a bit lighter as more offers come his way.

And, once again, Toma becomes so darn light.

But it's not just because of the offers, but because he finally sees Mamiya's possessive side in the form of an unfriendly competition.

Toma has been clear that he only needs Mamiya, but this is the first time Mamiya has shown that he doesn't want anyone else to have Toma's attention or time.

So Toma plays into his brooding ways.

And even though Mamiya tries to act tough as he turns gray with little black strips,

It's very clear he loves his Black Brooder as he wraps himself up in a black blanket on the couch instead of snuggling up to Toma in the next room.

So although Mamiya loses the competition, he proved that he was the best and won an award for it.

And Toma is happy for his Heavenly Human as he combines their colors with his gray sweater.

Because Toma wants Mamiya to be happy. He wants Mamiya to be by his side. He wants Mamiya, period.

And now that he knows Mamiya wants him just as much, to be happy, to be by his side, to be his, period, they can live happily ever after.

They finally found the balance they needed between a Heavenly Human and a Black Brooder.

Which means they are completely obsessed with each other and possessive of each other, but it's not one-sided. No, they are EQUALLY crazy about each other.

Good for them.

[agirlwithglam]

The Vanilla Library 🐩

Introduction

˗ˏˋ꒰⚡️꒱ Self improvement:

48 Laws of Power by Robert Greene — part 1 & part 2

dont let your past affect your future

create a new identity

how to be smart (from pinterest)

Hard work?? At least do work!

Recommends: BLOSSLY

May ins & outs

Chapter 5: May

Chapter 6: June

prioritising: how to prioritise + use it effectively to take over your life.

How to achieve your goals using: S.M.A.R.T goals.

Create a life worth living

weltschmerz: the depression that arises from comparing the world as it is to a hypothetical idealised world.

how to do things when you dont feel like doing them (ask)

Cry about it, then come back stronger

how to stop sulking over your life and stop struggling with embodying your dream self (ask)

4:30-5:40 morning routine (ask)

how to make life a little better

gratitude baby!

BECOME YOUR DREAM GIRL BY 2025

always having that confidence and trust in yourself

how to get over negative experiences in your life

lets talk: YOUR SCROLLING ADDICTION & how to fix it!

how to survive the cold weather & be super cozy!

˗ˏˋ꒰📚꒱ Studying & academia:

How to be more educated

(ask) how to work hard + actually study

Motivation: things to like about these subjects

How to be the it girl in school

recommended study video for upcoming exams

100/100 grades on exams (affirmations)

How to ACE your exams!!

Question bank study method

racism

˗ˏˋ꒰🎀꒱ girly things

Teenage guide to a HOT GIRL SUMMER

Elegance & grace (how to be elegant)

FORGIVENESS to others

SHADOW WORK journalling prompts

unique COMPLIMENTS to give people

how to have the ULTIMATE SELF CARE NIGHT!

GIRL TALK #1: friends & feeling left out

GIRL TALK #2: dealing with hate + not caring about what others think of you.

˗ˏˋ꒰🍒꒱ confidence & self love:

A guide to self love and confidence

"ohmygod shes perfect" they're obsessed with you. affirmations!

I am worthy.. affirmations

how to stop giving people your time, attention and energy.

How to be a girlboss 101 (social edition)

How to not compare yourself and feel fulfilled without needing anyone’s validation. (Ask)

attractive confidence affirmations.

but honey, what about you? : loving yourself

How to stop being so obsessed with them!

U miss me? No duh

stop caring about what others think about you!

fill up your own cup first

you are LUCKY to be disliked!

Hot girl things

hot girl things- socialising edition.

Thewizardliz: what to do if someone is making you feel insecure

Thewizardliz: becoming selfish is the best thing i did.

the ULTIMATE IT GIRL guide!

The It Girl Lifestyle Guide

The It Girl Confidence Guide

˗ˏˋ꒰🍒꒱ socialising

EASTER HOLIDAY CHALLENGE- socialising edition!

Conversation tips + how to be funny

How to be a good conversationalist

the secret to actually becoming fun and interesting

how to be magnetic and alluring (ask)

The truth about actually holding a conversation

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💌 ꒱ minis + moodboards:

Gina linetti quotes

elle woods quotes

Yoda quote

Lavender haze, Taylor Swift quote

I forgot that you existed, Taylor Swift quote

true love (with myself)

always improve.

how to become the best version of you

life is so big and unserious

Be grateful!

Thewizardliz quote

Moodboard:

Moodboard #1 - academic weapon

Moodboard #2 - orange/ vanilla girl academia

Moodboard #3 - spring/ morning inspired

Moodboard #4 - spring inspired

Moodboard #5 - pink academia

Moodboard #6 - barbie inspired!!

Moodboard #7 - Elle woods inspired

Moodboard #8 - academia & Elle woods inspired + QUOTE

Moodboard #9 - Blair Waldorf inspired + QUOTE abt how ur just better

Moodboard #10 - healthy lifestyle pink inspired + QUOTE for if you’re going thru a hard time

Moodboard #11 - queen energy inspired + QUOTE on being a queen

Moodboard #12 - pink outfit inspired

moodboard #13 - pink productivity inspired

moodboard #14 - motivation + quote

[lovlive]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ‘concert going’ - l.hc

SYNOPSIS - you and your boyfriend haechan finally get tickets to a concert and see the artist you love

PAIRING - lee haechan x reader

GENRE - fluff, established relationship

WARNINGS - i guess you could say that the reader is short (😭), reader is called ‘baby’, lmk if i missed something.

notes: i am so down bad for hyuck rn. like why is he so fine?! anyways, i used a random prompt generator to write this since my brain is dead from school and i got “get on my shoulders, you’ll see better.” hope you guys like it :3

both you and haechan have been obsessed with a new musical artist you’ve recently discovered. you’d both often find yourselves sharing headphones on the bus like in those romance anime movies listening to that one artist, or having their songs quietly play in the background while you complete your homework or some type of work you have due. so when haechan surprised you with tickets to one of their concerts, you nearly jumped out of your shoes with excitement (like literally, you were jumping up and down for the following 5 minutes and hugging (squeezing) the hell out of your poor boyfriend)

the day of the concert eventually comes and you wake up with a huge dumb smile on your face. you stayed up quite late last night trying to clear out as much unwanted things on your phone to make storage for the new photos and videos yoy were going to take, but nonetheless you felt as if you had slept atleast 12 hours with how energised you felt. you jumped up out of bed, giggling to yourself as you reached for your pre-planned concert outfit. you manage to change into it as you hear your boyfriend groan groggily, complaining that its too early for you to be getting up yet. you ignore his mumbling and drag him out of bed as you both head to the kitchen and have a breakfast. you let haechan get ready, and before you know it both of you are out of the house and driving to your destination.

you get to the venue, the smile from the morning still plastered on your face. it feels as if its stuck on your face, like you’d have to physically wipe it off with a tissue for it to be gone. you stand in line together, hands intertwined as you babble on about how excited you are to haechan. he teases you about your enthusiasm and how cute you are, squeezing your hand every now and again. eventually you get past all the security and other obstacles, reaching the hall. you get lost a couple of times trying to reach your seats because you cant read signs to save your life, leading to haechan snatching the phone out of your hand and leading you to your correct assigned area. the venue becomes more full by the second and your heart begins to thump in your chest as you wait for the artist to appear.

eventually the artist appears and you start screaming like a feral dog, haechan laughing at you hard. as the booming bass and electrifying guitar riffs filled the air, you found yourselves caught in the midst of the pulsating crowd at the concert. standing far from the stage, you struggled to catch a glimpse of the stage over the sea of heads. "man, I can barely see anything," you exclaimed, craning your neck to catch a glimpse of the performers.

haechan grinned mischievously. "i’ve got an idea. get on my shoulders, you'll see better!" you hesitated for a moment, unsure about the idea. but the infectious energy of the crowd and the excitement of the music convinced you to give it a try. with a laugh, you climbed onto haechan’s broad shoulders, feeling a rush of adrenaline as you rose above the crowd.

suddenly, everything changed. from your new vantage point, you could see the stage perfectly. the vibrant lights danced across the performers' faces, and you could feel the music reverberating through your bones.

as you swayed to the rhythm of the music, you both became lost in the moment. for a brief, exhilarating moment, it was just the two of you and the music. as the concert reached its climax, you couldn't wipe the smile from your face. you felt alive, invigorated by the experience of being lifted above the crowd and immersed in the magic of the music. when the final notes faded away and the crowd began to disperse, you climbed down from haechan’s shoulders, feeling a sense of gratitude for your boyfriend's spontaneous idea. "thanks for the lift," you said, grinning at haechan. "anytime, baby, your as light as a feather to me." he replied, his own smile matching yours as you giggled at his response.

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you finally get home, both of you still giggling and yapping to eachother about your favourite moments of the concert. haechan decides to go take a shower as you decide to get in your pajamas and get cozy. you hold a bag of concert merch, excited to display it in your room and start wearing it on a daily basis. but before you do any of that, you want to express your gratitude to your boyfriend, of course. without him you wouldnt of even went to the concert since he was the one who bought the tickets for you both. you notice haechan walking out of the bathroom, hair dripping onto the fresh t-shirt that he’s wearing. you cant help to think about how handsome he is. he stands over the kitchen counter, supposedly turning the kettle on to make a tea as you creep up behind him. you stand on your tippy toes as you wrap your arms around his shoulders from the back, head turning to the side kiss his cheek. you take notice the immediate smile that appears on his face as he notices your actions. “whats up with you?” he teases as he spins around, now facing you and wrapping his arms back around your waist. “just wanted to say thank you for today.” you say, noticing his face leaning utterly close to yours. he chuckles at your response, feeling his hand tighten around you. “of course. you know id do anything to make you happy.” he smiled, closing the gap between you both and pressing a soft kiss onto your lips. you gently run one of your hands through his damp hair, enjoying the feeling of his warm lips against yours. the kiss breaks eventually, and you hear him mumble something out. “i love you.” the smile that has been on your face since this morning somehow grows even bigger as you respond. “i love you too.”

[dearladynightmare]

Hey there! Time for another „older“ comic I once made:)

My thoughts about the comic:

After the reunion of the Entrapdak family it was time for them to go to the Dryl Kingdom where they are going to live together:)

Of course it was important to me, that Hordak goes back to his unique taste of clothes and Make-up! For that I tried to design a new outfit:3 Since this is an older comic you will see that I already have changed the outfit againxD

Moreover I was thinking about how Hordaks and wrong Hordaks relationship would look like. And tbh I Imagine Hordak to be less fond of it (at least in the beginning) since he isn’t a people person or anything nice… My introvert emo girl xDD But don’t worry I am 100 percent sure that they will work it out and become friends:3

Also if you are wondering what Entrapta is talking about, feel free to read my theory about Hordaks „actual“ defect! There were also a few wonderful people who wrote their own thoughts or addings as a repost! So I definitely recommend to take a look!;)

[0nlyhere4phil]

Rating All of The Howlters New Outfits (except the randomized ones)

Some of you actually asked for this, so here's my review of the Howlters new outfits!

Starting with Dils Formal:

I honestly don't know how to feel about this. It's just not Dil. It doesn't go with his nerdy dad vibe at all. It makes him look older, it doesn't fit him right, and the color is really weird. If they had gone with the blue and some different shoes I think I would have liked it more, but since they didn't put much effort into it it's just bad. Objectively it's an okay suit, but for Dil it just doesn't work. So yeah overall just a no 4/10.

Next His Sleepwear:

Why did they like this so much? What is actually wrong with them? If it was just the pants and the slippers it would have been fine, but the pants, the slippers, AND socks...it's just too much. No no no bad. 2/10.

Next His Party Wear:

What are they doing to him?? Who is this? I'm kind of just staring at this not knowing what to say, because I think if, minus that UGLY HAT, this was on a different and younger sim it would look okay. This looks like Dil is going through a midlife crisis. I like that the shoes match the shirt, thats nice, and I like the overall color pallet, BUT NOT ON DIL! So I'm weirdly torn, but since this look is on Dil I don't like it. Again it's not that bad but on Dil it's just horrible 4.5/10. I hate that fucking hat.

Next His Swimwear:

You don't get how relieved I am that they didn't put him in a fucking speedo. I like this a lot. This looks like a father, which is perfect for Dil. It's cute, it's simple, and I like the colors they chose. 9/10

Next His Hot Weather:

Meh. They didn't change much, they just made it worse. I prefered the original because I feel like the green looked better. Also wearing slippers on a hot day sounds absolutely HORRIBLE! 3/10

Next His Cold Weather:

I absolutely LOVE THIS! It's so fun! Dil in the horrible 80s dad aesthetic works perfectly! It's still nerdy as well! I feel like this is perfect. If they had made his whole wardrobe this over the top ugly neon nerdy look I would have loved it! 10/10

That's it for Dil. To say I'm disappointed is an understatement. I feel like they should have gone for nerdy Dad than whatever the hell they actually did. Next up is Tabitha.

Tabitha's Everyday:

This is just an upgraded version of her original outfit. I like the new hair color, though I wish they looked through different hairstyles cause the one they chose is not giving what it needed to give. I LOVE her new tattoo, I think it's fun that they gave her it. I also do like the shoes matching the hair. This is cute! 8.5/10

Next Her Formal:

I like the dress, but the outfit looks unfinished. They should have changed her makeup into something more dramatic to match the dress, and they also should have put some bracelets and necklaces on her. They did good on picking the main part of the outfit now they need to go back and finish it. 6/10 (I couldn't get a good screenshot with the tattoo sorry)

Next Her Sleepwear:

Slay queen. I love this honestly. I like how lavender has become her color. The sunglasses are iconic. The only thing I hate is SOCKS WITH SLIPPERS! THAT LOOKS LIKE IT FEELS HORRIBLE! Other than the sock and slipper combo this eats. 9.5/10

Next Her Party:

I beg your pardon? What is THIS and WHY was Dan so obsessed with it? This is horrible. I'm glad they remembered that necklaces and nails exist but I'm upset they exist on this monstrosity. Nothing about this goes together. THIS. IS. THEIR. WORST. LOOK. 1/10.

Next Her Swimwear:

It's kind of a mess but I kind of love it. I feel like it suits this new Tabitha. I don't have much to say other than it strangely works. 7/10.

Next Her Hot Weather:

Fuck right off. Daniel you know NOTHING about goths. This is horrible. This poor woman is going to feel so sticky and sweaty, and it wont even be worth it because this outfit is trash. Just no. 1.5/10.

Next Her Cold Weather:

I really like this. I love how throughout the outfit pink pops up, and I like that it makes sense for the category it's in. Good job Dan and Phil 9/10

That's it for Tabitha! For the most part her new outfits aren't bad. I like that they (unintentionally) gave her a pastel goth sort of vibe, I like that she does look like a streamer now, and I think the new tattoo is really cool. I will never forgive them for her party wear though. Moving on to Dalien.

Daliens Everyday:

This is fine. I wish the pants were the skinny jeans because those were more emo, and I wish he had black eyeliner. Overall it's not bad, but I prefer the original. Also they should have stuck with the purple highlights instead of changing them to red. 7.5/10

Next His Sportswear:

Ew ew ew. This is rancid. The hoodie makes him look bald, and I despise the ripped socks they gave him. I actually like the shorts though they remind me of something Phil would have had back in 2010, but even then working out in those shorts sounds like a nightmare. Other than the shorts this whole look is a wreck. 1.5/10

Next His Party Wear:

The outfit itself is okay but this is NOT Dalien. This looks like Dalien stole from a skater boy. They had the opportunity to go absolutely insane with this outfit. They could have given him crazy black makeup, a sheer shirt, some fishnets, and platforms, but instead they did this. It's lazy. It's not emo or goth or whatever they want him to be. 4/10

Next His Swimwear:

Jesus Christ. NO. Just NO. 1.5/10

Next His Hot Weather:

Why didn't they give him FISHNETS? Why did they choose those grandpa socks??? Why is EVERYTHING GREY BUT THE DRESS?? I think the idea of Dalien wearing a dress is cunty, but not like this. I feel like he would be a long skirt kind of guy. Also the cuff like glove things in the summer sounds horrible. 4.5/10.

Next His Cold Weather:

Again this is just a no. Nothing about this is emo or goth or whatever they want him to be. I like the jacket and the boots a lot; if they had put Dalien in some skinny jeans and removed that fucking hat this would have been okay. I mean this in a derogatory way, this is something Dan would wear. 5.5/10

That's it for Dalien. Overall it's just not good. Most of it makes no sense, and they also should have given him black eyeliner.

In conclusion, they really did the Howlters dirty. This is probably the ugliest dressed family I've ever seen. None of these outfits gave what they needed to give. Also this family is a sensory NIGHTMARE!

I hope whoever is reading this enjoyed this or atleast agrees with some of my points. Have a wonderful rest of your day, evening, or morning.

[danikamariewrites]

Can i pls request part to of clingy reader with azriel and Rhysand rhysriel poly ddlg relationship

Like where rhys and Azriel will do readers hair and pick out her outfits and tie her corsets and shoes for her and will treat her like a princess like complete princess treatment

and shes completely spoiled by both of them in all sense of the word in both attention and physical touch and words of affirmation and all the time they spend together and gifts aswell

but reader loves to spoil them to and is a complete total sweetheart and good girl for them like she is just so sweet and loving unless provked of course like reader wi speak up for herself and mates

Thank u for all the rhysand and Azriel (rhysriel content by the way your single handly feeding my addiction/obsession with rhysand and Azriel

All For You

Rhysriel x reader

A/n: I needed to write this bc I have been craving them so bad. I am always happy to supply Rhysriel ddlg content, they are quickly becoming one of my fav pairs

Warnings: ddlg, daddy kink

The thing you cherish most in the world is your relationship with your mates

Az and Rhys are so attentive and caring with you

Taking care of you is their favorite, especially when you’re good for them

And how can you not be their good girl when they literally do everything for you? You are sure if you said you never wanted to walk again the two of them would carry you everywhere

Az and Rhys have never given you a reason to be bratty

if you ask for something and they say no or not right now they immediately follow it up with a solution so you aren’t upset, “No darling, but if you can wait an hour then we can do whatever you want.”

When you’re extra good they spoil you rotten

Rhys is a big gift giver so he showers you in presents

He gives you jewelry, trips, clothes, shoes, you name it he buys it

Azriel is the one who hand delivers the gifts to you and makes a big show about it. Especially bc Rhys had requested the store wrap it up all pretty so you have something to open (like on solstice!)

When Azreil comes home with your gift(s) you get so excited and jumpy Az has to calm you down before you can open it

You somehow always end up hanging out in Rhys’ office when he comes home. Azriel comes in, big present box in hand and you jump up from your seat at the sight. “Princess calm down,” he says with a slight giggle in his voice. You sit back down in the arm chair you were currently reading in. Rhys smiles at you and Azriel from his desk

Azriel looks at Rhys, asking for permission to give it to you and the High Lord nods. Ripping the box open and seeing your new treat you start to scream from happiness. “AAAHHH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU DADDY!” They both have huge smiles on their faces as they watch you admire your new gift. “You are very welcome darling.” Rhys says, striding over to you and giving you a kiss on your forehead

You’re also huge on physical attention from them (out of the two I think Azriel gives the best hugs)

You like the usual sitting on their laps while they work and cuddles but the little touches are the best

Like holding their hands, putting an arm around you, a hand on the small of your back

Also forehead and nose kisses from Azriel are top tier

And your favorite, the thing that makes you melt is when they play with your hair

It’s just so relaxing

You lay on their thighs while they run their fingers through your hair. When Azriel does it he hums to you a little

Going to the Hewn City isn’t your favorite, but Rhys always gives you a sparkled new outfit to wear and you sit on his lap all night and he traces little patters on your thighs, softly kisses your neck and jaw.

“Enjoying the little show we’re putting on, darling?” He purrs. “Yes daddy.” You say in an equally sultry tone

I think Rhys is the one who is always giving you words of affirmation. It’s bc he likes to remind you and Azriel of how loved and perfect you both are

Just like you, Rhys and Azriel have their days where they are down and need you

They’ve been through a lot and you recognize that. Making sure you tell them they you love being with them and they’re the best mates you could’ve asked the Mother for really helps them

Other days they need more and you have no shortage of praise for your mates

Azriel is not himself when he comes home from hard missions or he has an off day

You pick up on it immediately, priding yourself on being one of the few people that can read him so well. You set out to make him feel better

Since our shadow boy definitely has a sweet tooth you sneak out of the house to the candy shoppe for a box of Azriel’s favorite fudge

Coming home you find him zoned in on work. Too zoned in. Clearing your throat Azriel looks up at you with a semi-annoyed look. You give him a sheepish smile, “I could tell today was a bad day for you so I got you some fudge.” You say softly, holding up the small box

Azriel instantly melts and gestures for you to sit on the couch. Smiling, you skip over to meet him, instantly snuggling into his side as he wraps a wing around you. Cutting him a piece of the fudge you feed it to him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “I love you daddy, never forget that.” “Never princess.” He whispers, kissing your nose softly

Rhys is down when a meeting doesn’t go the way he wants or he gets bad news from Illyria

He try’s to hide that he’s upset, not wanting his bad mood to affect you and Az so Rhys keeps to himself

I think Rhys likes quality time when he’s upset so you always make sure to stay close with him

At first you start the day just reading in an armchair in his office. Then you make sure he eats lunch with you and Azriel. When Rhys goes back to work you go back your book but move to one of the chairs in front of his desk. A few hours after lunch you make tea and talk a little

After tea you clean up and then abandon your book to sit in Rhys’ lap

You rest your head in the crook of his neck, slowly running your fingers through his perfect raven hair and occasionally rubbing the back of his neck until he’s wrapped around you

“You’re perfect my little darling. You know that?” He hums out. You hug him tightly, “You don’t have to go through your bad days alone. I’m here for you daddy.”

[csuitebitches]

I apologize for the long ask and if this question is a bit juvenile but objectively, how can one “gain” pretty privilege/gauge how they are viewed? I’ve done well in career pursuits for how early on I am ( I graduated in 2020) but started noticing that the invites to events/opportunities where one can really establish themselves not only professionally but socially, I was getting passed over by some higher up colleagues. In speaking to a female mentor who is related to my field and the same background as me (Black), she alluded that while my race may play a small factor in it, it’s more so my appearance that may be holding me back as the personality and poise is there. Some coworkers of mine who are brilliant and POC have similar credentials and positions as I and while we are all wonderful and hard working, they (who I feel are more beautiful and put together looks-wise) have discussed privately to me they have noticed a difference in treatment between us. While it’s not right, I am adult enough to know not to let things that can be fixed hinder the life I want. Your page is a wealth of information and I appreciate how encouraging you are!!

well. I’m going to be very blunt.

it’s all fun and games to say “oh fuck the beauty standards they’re terrible and they shouldn’t exist” yes, true, unfortunately they do exist and they play a bigger role than we imagine it to be.

the first thing you have to get right is your mindset.

you need to be strong enough to admit that you need changes in X, Y, Z area but not in A, B, C area. You also need to be a little loyal towards your racial identity (for the better or worse) because that’s what is going to make you stand out.

if you have a sensitive, overly emotional mindset and you get hurt very easily / become obsessive by nature, I highly recommend you to STOP reading now.

Understand what is considered pretty in your country and area. Even in one country, beauty standards can different from the north and south. Don’t exactly try to become attractive for the opposite sex but understand what they find attractive because these guys are your primary responders to your pretty privilege. Women will be kind on the surface and so it can be difficult to get constructive criticism from them.

Understand what YOU consider pretty. Who are the women who you think are crazy beautiful? What do they look like, dress like, how’s their hair and their make up, can you replicate any of it? Rule of thumb when it comes to hair and beauty - look at influencers / celebs who are of your racial background for the best fit.

there are always a few things that are universally considered “respectfully attractive” not “you wanna fuck me attractive”- semi modesty/ modesty outfits (my father always told me that when in doubt, go for a more conservative look), hygiene, well kept hair, clean nails and toe nails, soft skin, natural make up, natural hair colour, perfume, clothes that fit, skin care, a workout routine.

pretty privilege is not just the art of looking pretty. It’s also bringing in something of value on the table. Value = money / connections / knowledge/ humour / being the fun social person / whatever value the target group considers to be the most important for you to be relevant to them. Work on your soft skills. It’s better to look half baked but have solid soft skills than to look amazing and not know how to converse.

things that one normally notices when meeting someone new:

Skin - is it clear, is the make up overdone?

hair - is it messy or does it suit your face structure?

how you smell

teeth, when you talk - and dental hygiene

shoes - are they filthy?

shirt/ top - does it fit you well (always check that the seams on your shoulder and your actual shoulder line up), the colour of your clothes

body type, posture, how you carry yourself

start with incremental changes. Make a list of things you think you could improve on (this is not a list of “ugly” things, it’s an “improvement/ potential” list). Sort them according to ease of improvement (is this going to be expensive and difficult or affordable and easy?) and time (can this be done overnight or will it take some time).

Use point 1 and 2 only as launching pads. You do not have to look like Beyoncé, you’re simply understanding what her MUA and hair stylist does for her that could work for you. After a point, you have to ensure that YOUR identify sticks out and is still there, you’re not born to imitate someone else and also, it’s very obvious when someone is trying to be someone they’re not.

again. I repeat. If you’re going to get obsessive and make yourself sick over this it’s NOT WORTH IT. If you’re not mentally capable of making these changes, do not go through it.

[cherricola-star]

With a Cherri on top?

Of course it's hard getting around to doing things when your head keeps spinning about a certain Cherri haired boy who keeps teasing you. Maybe If you say pretty please with a Cherri on top you'll get what you want 🍒

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. Word count: 4.1k

. Release date: Oct.25.2024

.This was NOT proofread

Warnings : 🍒

Meandom!Yeonjun, stalker!Yeonjun, bratty!reader, obsessed!reader, GN!reader, spitting, vulgarity, creampies, little cumplay, degradation, hair pulling, cherries duhhh, teasing, Yeonjun's a dick, reader is taller, big dick Yeonjun, spanking...etc

🍒 Smut under the cut 🍒

“Oh my goodness it's fucking perfect!!” you exclaimed as you saw your new outfit spread out before you. It was one of the rare times you found things that fit you well considering how tall you were, I mean it's not impossible to find something in your size but it's so exhausting to find something you liked in your size.

You stared at the outfit a bit longer, proud of yourself for being able to put it together before turning out of your room to get ready for the day. You didn't have a busy day planned as you normally just did everything the week prior or the day before it was scheduled so that you'd have freedom. Work before play as they say and you followed it to the T.

Running yourself a bath you pick out your favourite Cherri bath soap and pour it in with the water running with the feeling of taking a bath. You didn't always take baths but when you did it was a guarantee for a good day…It's just facts.

“10:30 am…” you muttered, a bit early for a bath but not for you especially when you have plans for a long day of self-doting and relaxing. You could picture it now going to your favourite dessert shop and buying your favourite milkshake with sprinkles, whipped cream, and a big red juicy Cherri on top, fuck it was heaven already and you were not even in the bath yet.

Speaking of the bath, you go turn off the tap and strip yourself, throwing your nightwear into the nearby hamper and slowly sinking into the tub. The water is perfect, it always is, because you know what you like and the temperature is always right and so is the smell. The rich sweet smell of artificial cherries fills your senses and it brings you back to what made you obsessed with them in the first place.

Yeonjun

Yeonjun, a pretty boy with pretty Cherri red hair and pretty Cherri red lips. He was sex on legs, a walking sin, a new obsession. He ran through your mind so much and so often that anything Cherri red or Cherri associated was in your hands immediately costly or not it was yours. You didn't mean for it to become an obsession but it did and it was your fault it was his. I mean how dare he come up to you and flirt with you (at least you took it as flirting) and make you feel butterflies. Like who does he think he is telling you that you'd look better as a model rather than your initial career path? A compliment? Maybe at least that's what you took as backhanded or not a compliment was a compliment.

But also his height, God his beautiful fucking height. You thought you were tall until you stood next to him, he may have been maybe a couple centimetres or inches taller, whichever one was easier to remember, but taller. It's not like it's hard to find people who are taller than you. There are plenty of people who are but him. He was different. He was your type but taller than you which was a complete game changer. And you love games and he was a prize you wanted to win.

You're pulled out of your thoughts by a notification alerting you. You give your attention to your phone unlocking it before seeing an Instagram notification from @yawnzzn. Excitement is what you felt as you quickly dried your hand on a nearby toilet and clicked the notification to be greeted by the face of a God. Lord knows you could go on and on and on about how delicious he looked and how desperately you wanted to kiss the gun out of his mouth…wait that's a bit odd maybe not desperate enough to that but, desperate.

You quickly liked the post taking pride in being in the first minute and the first time before you took a screenshot and refreshed the post to see the numbers skyrocket. Seems like you weren't the only one obsessed with the Cherri bombshell. I mean it's to be expected, with the face that belongs in VOUGE and a personality that would wet anybody's underwear, Yeonjun was very popular and very desired. That didn't matter though because you had one thing they didn't and that was audacity.

Speaking of which you swiped out of the post to click on the message button still seeing the read messages you sent him. Yeonjun doesn't respond to you, not yet anyway, but that would stop you from trying. You message him that very minute asking him if he'd like to go on a walk with you. You don't expect a reply after you saw the scene at the bottom of the text but what you didn't expect was for him to react to the message with a Cherri emoji. Oh my God was this a sign? Did he want to talk to you??? Was this HAPPENING?!? Wait and breathe, you can't get too ahead of yourself.

You put your phone down on the table near your tub stand up to drain it and rinse the suds off your body. Once that is done, you pick up your towel and dry yourself from head to toe, making sure to add body lotion and deodorant after to make the getting dressed process go faster.

You pick up your phone and text him a time two hours from now along with a place, to which he reacts with another emoji, this time a thumbs up, and you excitedly get ready.

You rush out of the bathroom to your bedroom to start getting dressed, nitpicking every little thing that could be wrong with your outfit before fixing it. You spray yourself with Cherri perfume and apply a Cherri red lip gloss before pampering your face and styling your hair to your standards of perfection. Once you deem yourself hot enough, you grab your bag and make your way to see Yeonjun.

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After you got your milkshake, of course, your Yeonjunnie could wait for a bit, you did give a time two hours before you left your house and sure maybe an hour and a half is already gone but that's okay. You can still make it on time…. You better make it on time because this server is taking a long time with your milkshake and honestly it's a bit fucking irritating.

“Y/N?”, you finally hear your name be called and quickly go to receive your sweet treat and maybe an extra pastry before you leave. You couldn't help yourself the Cherri Danish pastry looked so lonely and it was Cherri flavoured you couldn't just leave it now could you?

Checking your phone you quickly head over to the spot you texted Yeonjun to meet you at having only 30 minutes left to get there but that's alright because you were 20 minutes away anyway.

The walk (run) over there didn't take too long so you just loitered at a tree snacking on your Danish as you waited while listening to the music in your headphones wondering what you were going to eat for dinner later that day. Simple things.

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It's been an hour. A whole fucking hour of nursing your milkshake, listening to music while holding the leftover trash of your Danish, and leaning against a tree waving at people's dogs and occasionally petting them. Had you known he'd be late you would have taken more time at home in your bath and your room.

You go to throw your trash away, obviously irritated and a bit hurt so you could start leaving when you see a head of red hair in the corner of your eye. Is that him? You turn to look and there he is the object of your desire, Yeonjun.

He looks smug like he didn't just borderline stand you up. He's lucky you're so patient, well patient enough anyway. He gives you a small nod of a head as his greeting and you wave at him. Even if he was late at least he was dressed nice, simple but nice. As he got closer you could smell the cologne he was wearing making you feel weak in the knees. God, it's so unfair the effect this man had on you why was he so perfect?

“What's your problem?” He snaps you out of your train of thought.

“Excuse me?” You respond a bit confused.

“I asked what's your problem? Are you obsessed with me or something?”, you're a bit speechless but he continues, “Don't play fucking dumb, I see you staring at me on campus, stalking my page to be the first person to like my post, and dming me over and over again knowing that I'll ignore you. What's your problem?”

You're a bit shocked no you're fucking appalled at him calling you out. You didn't know him to be so observant and your borderline stalking and your interest in him. It's a reality check for sure.

“I don't have a problem,” you respond. What else could you say? Sorry for being so infatuated with your existence I just really really like you. “ This is a bit embarrassing. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable at all.” You decide a simple apology would hopefully smooth things over.

“I didn't ask for an apology, I asked if you were obsessed with me.” He snarked and wow, rude much. “Well, you fuckin got one so either accept it or don't.” You responded with a bite of malice in your tone. You didn't want to be rude but him being rude was not cool, hot, but not cool.

He grabs your hand and starts dragging you somewhere. You're not sure where you're going until you reach an empty, excluded part of a park and he shoves you down on a bench towering over you.

“What the fuck Is your problem Yeonjun?” You exclaimed, if you'd known he'd be this mad you wouldn't have asked him out on this little meetup/ walk in the first place.

“What, I'm not Yeonjunnie anymore?”, you gasp, how did he know about your nickname for him? “You didn't think you were the only one with an obsession did you?”, He leans down to whisper in your ear “I know all about you y/n. How you borderline stalk me, how my hair is the reason for your Cherri obsession, how I'm the object of your desire. I know everything, even what you do in your room.”

Your blood runs cold. He knows what you do? How does he know what you do? Nobody knows what you do in your room. That was your dirty secret that you'd take to the fuckin grave, not even the Justice League could get that information out of you yet, he knew.

“Don't be so scared love, you never close your curtains so you were bound to get caught.” You look up to him, that same smug look on his face with a dark look in his eyes. Then it clicked he was stalking you. But not like oh I'm scrolling through your socials stalking her was like actually stalking you like legit. “Did it finally click?” He teases.

Oh, it clicked alright and strangely enough, it didn't bother you at all. Ok, that's a lie it bothered you but you weren't creeped out, no you were just upset you didn't know.

“Did you see everything?” You ask. You were praying he didn't see you perform your nighttime activities but you were proven wrong.

“I saw everything, from how you wake up to stare at me in the morning before you start your day to how you play with your slutty hole to my pictures, I know everything, baby.” He smirks at you.

Shame burned across your face in the form of a blush as you attempted to look away before he grabbed your face and forced you to look at him.

“There's nothing to be ashamed of baby. I didn't say I had a problem with it and I'm not telling you to stop either.” you feel like he's taunting you why else would he do something like this, especially in public? Why not in dm's you didn't understanderstand.

“Why did you decide to do this now? Why not over the phone?” you asked. He seems amused at your confusion holding back a laugh before he turns to you again and tells you the reason.

“The only way to get someone to confess their sins is face to face don’t you agree?” you stare at him in awe, like sure you might have avoided the question had it been asked over the phone but this was a whole new different level of confrontation. He grabs your hand and pulls you to stand up and there it is, that slight height difference that makes your nerves tingle. It had to be a kink thing you determined or maybe it’s Yeonjun…it’s unclear at the moment.

He takes you by the hand walking in a random direction. “Where are we going?” you asked curiously, “We're going to my place, why don't wanna?” you nod your head earning a chuckle from him as he drags you to his car to take you to his place. He opens the door for you and motions for you to sit before he takes his place in the driver seat starting the car and driving off in the direction of where he lives.

Nervous was an understatement you were volatile like if anything happened it would set you the fuck off. You weren't upset a bit confused sure but upset? No definitely not. You clench your thighs together finally realising your situation of being alone with the man of your dreams, you could stay calm definitely…well that was until he put his hand on your thigh. You turn to look at him only to see that he’s completely focused on the road which was good, you didn’t want to crash that wouldn’t be very nice. But your mind was about to explode, his touch feeling electric on your skin as he started to rub it up and down your thigh essentially turning you on.

Thankfully the car right wasn’t too long saving you from the torture of sitting there on the brink of exploding all over the place. The opening of the door next to you helps you to remember where you are and what you're supposed to be as you exit the vehicle and look at Yeonjun. He motions for you to follow him as he enters the apartment complex and leads you towards the elevator. Once you’ve entered the silence is killing you it horr- “how long?” “Excuse me?” you respond to his abrupt question that cut off your thinking. That's been happening a lot you think a lot huh? “How long have you been obsessed with me” he repeats this time looking at you. Maybe the silence wasn’t so bad after all “Why do you care to know” you respond. He lets out a light laugh before turning to you fully and backing you up into a corner.

“Because I want to know why a slut like you chose me. Is that a good enough reason?” you almost choke on your spit from his bluntness and gather your thoughts before the elevator opens. Guess you can’t give him that answer now. He turns to leave the elevator leaving you behind to go to his apartment. You scurry after him not wanting to be left behind. As you catch up to him he opens the door and pulls you in with him before he closes the door and tells you to take off your shoes.

You do as you're told and step into the apartment. It's sleek black, red, and modern. It's Yeonjun, so fucking Yeonjun. “Are you going to answer my question or am I going to have to squeeze it out of you?” You look up to him remembering the question he asked you in the elevator. “I thought you were pretty?” What a stupid fucking answer but you didn't have another one. You can't explain why you chose Yeonjun but you just did. He was different and you liked different things.

“What a stupid answer.” He remarks and you sneer at him “Fuck you”, you retaliate. He looks at you with an amused expression, “Is that what you want, doll?” He stalks closer towards you grabbing the back of your head fisting your hair in his hand pulling your face closer to his. “You really ought to learn when to answer when someone is talking to you. Now let me ask again, is that what you want?” You babble out a yes too focused and turned on by the act of dominance and the pressure from his grip in your hair.

“Good job.” He pulls you in for a searing kiss. The kind of kiss that made you go dumb and incoherent. His soft lips left so good on your plush ones as he licked and nipped at them silently telling you to open your mouth. You allow him access to your mouth and keep deepens the kiss licking in your mouth and sucking on your tongue making wet obscene noises. It was filthy, disgusting but so fucking hot. The way he knew how to use his hot tongue with yours was making you weak in the knees and the lack of oxygen was making you dizzy.

He pulls you back from his lips, hand still in your hair before leading you to the bedroom. “Come on darling we have a lot of fantasies to fuck out of that filthy mind of yours.” You moaned at the crude words and tried to keep up with him so that he wasn't dragging on your hair directly.

He leads (drags) you to his bedroom before throwing you to his bed, “Strip.” It wasn't a request, it was a demand, one that you followed willingly as you undressed in front of him watching him bite his lips as he looked over your body. “No matter how many times I see your body it's always such a treat to look at.” He says as he starts to undress himself.

You feel yourself leaking at the sight of his body and the size of his cock. It was long, a bit thick, and red. It was fuckin perfect and so pretty. You wanted it in your mouth immediately because there's no way your oral fixation would ever let you pass up on this.

He watches as you stare intensely at his cock before walking up to you, “Do you want to taste it?” He asked and you swear you could've gotten whiplash from how quickly you nodded your head.

He laughs at your acts of desperation and pulls your face closer to his sex. He rubs this cock over your face, slapping your cheek with it a few times before feeding it into your mouth.

You moan at the feeling of his cock in your mouth sending vibrations causing him to moan. “God, your mouth feels like heaven.” he starts to slowly thrust into your mouth.

You suck on his cock slowly taking him deeper until you feel his tip hit the back of your throat causing you to gag. “Poor baby, am I too much for you?” He laughs and starts to thrust into your mouth loving the way you feel around him. You peer up at him wanting to see his face and you see him starting back down at you.

“You look so pretty with a cock in your mouth baby, I bet you've been waiting for this moment for a while now huh? It's okay you have it now.” His thrust start to speed up causing him to essentially fuck your throat as he goes deeper and faster.

You can feel his cock pulsating in your mouth before he pulls out of your mouth making a loud pop and you dazed from the intensity and lack of oxygen. You looked wrecked even while he looked perfect. With your slick swollen lips covered in spit dripping, you feel like a mess and you loved it.

Yeonjun grabs your chin to hold your mouth open and lets a thick blob of spit fall from his mouth to yours. “Swallow baby.” You close your mouth and swallow, only opening it when you've finished showing him. He gives you a pat on the cheek before pushing you on your back and settling his face between your legs.

He gives you a sinful look before lolling his tongue out to like a stripe against your hole. You moan out as he starts to eat you out, ravishing your hole with his tongue and his fingers spread it open for his access. “Fuck babe you taste so good.” You moan at his words now starting to feel a knot in your lower abdomen. You start to moan louder crying out and your impending orgasm. “I'm gonna cum Yeonjunnie please, I'm going to cum.” You hold the back of his head and grind into his mouth chasing your orgasm as he continues to lick and suck on your hole eventually leading to you coming everywhere.

“Fuck” you breathe out, that was one of the best orgasms you've ever had. While recovering Yeonjun stood up straight and flipped you on your back before taking his position behind you. He pulls on your hair forcing you to ease the pressure by getting on your hands and knees and arching your back.

You whimper and the pressure before feeling a sharp sting on your ass coming to the realization that you just got spanked.

Yeonjun leans over your body with his mouth to your ear. “You're a bit selfish babe. How could you cum before me? I thought you cared about me but it's okay, I'll just take what I need from you and you'll just let it happen won't you?” He pulls back and marvels at the arch he's forced you in. He reaches back over to grab lube so he can slick himself up before he starts to rub his cock against your hole. He takes his free hand to line up his cock directly at your hole before pushing in.

You moan out as you feel the head of his cock pop in and he continues to fill you up. He's so big you can feel him in your throat. “Junnie's sooo biiig” you slur out your words feeling cock drunk from the intrusion.

You feel him bottom out and slowly start to thrust before he speeds up and starts fucking you hard.

You let out breathy moans as he punches out each breath from you. “Your sour so fucking tight,” he growls as he bullies his cock into your hole without pause. His hand in your hair has your head tilted up showing off how slutty your face looks with your tongue out and drooling and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You're so lost in pleasure you don't even register when Yeonjun starts to speak up again.

“Been wanting to fuck you for a while now, fuck, never been so infatuated with someone before. You don't even know how happy I was to see you obsess over me and fuck yourself with your cute fingers imagining it was me. You're nothing but a obsess bitch that loves getting their hole fucked by their stalker.”

You moan loudly at his words trying to respond but only being able to moan instead.

“Fuck I'm going cum. Gonna let me cum inside you hmm? Of course you will.” His thrusts get sloppier and he gets more vocal. You also feel the feeling of your second orgasm pending. You clench down on his earning a moan from him and a slap on your ass. “You're sucking me in so good, baby, it's like you don't want me to leave.” he lets go of you hair to grab on to your waist fuckin you even harder than before.

“Fuck I'm coming.” He grunt out before filling you with his load causing you to cum at the same time and him pulling out to let the rest catch on your ass.

You collapse into a heap exhausted from the sexual pleasure you received. You go to catch your breath only for there to be fingers at your hole pushing in the cum oozing out. You moan and turn to look at Yeonjun before he speaks.

“You didn't think I was done with you right? Now that I have you here I'm going to ruin you for everyone else.”

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Hi... It's been a really long time. As you can see I've rebranded and I wanted my new Cherri aesthetic to shine This is one of the longest fanfics I've written in a while and I also have not written anything since June. So here I am. I'm still going to write Chan stuff. I just wanted to show my love for Yeonjun my lovely Cherri bombshell.Please like and reblog It helps me reach more of you little sillies and that means I get to write more of this. Also, don't be afraid to comment if you want to be added to a tag list. Till next time loves byeee 🍒

[rafesgoldrings]

I AM OBSESSED WITH KOOK READER AND HER KOOK BOYS!!! I was wondering if you could write something either reader getting way to drunk at a party and the boys taking care of her or maybe elaborate on the fic of her doing too much coke?! if not all good, love your writing!!! (sorry this is long)

Everyone knew to get one of the three boys if you were getting far too drunk at a party, whoever was closest and was the least likely to get mad at them if they thought they’d encouraged it. Once they found you, barely able to stand up on your own, slurring your words, trying to take your top off and climb on the table or bar to dance, one of them would quickly throw you over their shoulder and place you in Toppers Jeep. They would have to pull over after about five minutes so you could get out and throw up, offering you some water and a mint when you got back in the car, and finish the drive to your house. You’d try to get out by yourself, insisting you were a ‘bjg girl and didn’t need a man to help you’ only to fall to your knees as soon as one foot hit your paved driveway. Once they managed to get you inside, they’d lay you in your bed, two of them staying with you as the other grabbed some water and snacks for you. The rest of the night would consist of them holding your hair back as you threw up, kissing the top of your head and holding you when you complained you didn’t feel very good, making sure you drank plenty of water, and making sure you got to sleep safely. When morning came, the bright glaring beams of sun hurting your head, you’d curl into the makeshift wall they created with their bodies. The three of them stirring awake, greeting you with a small ‘morning princess’ and laughing when you told them to ‘respectfully shut up’. Kelce being the best cook out of the four of you would make everyone breakfast in bed, Rafe would run you a warm shower, and Topper was helping you to undress and pick out a new outfit after giving you some medicine. While in the shower, Rafe standing naked behind you, washing your body and caressing your soft skin gently, you’d become needy. Reaching for his cock that was pressed into your back and stroking it gently “Rafe, please fuck me. I need it so bad, the other two can help in a sec, just need you right now” your voice sounded so desperate, so breathy and full of desire, he couldn’t resist. “Fuck me baby, you’re going to be the death of us all” his hands sliding to your clit and rubbing it, getting you nice and ready before sliding two fingers inside you.

“Oh what the fuck?”

“You couldn’t wait until you were out so we could have fun too?”

Your heads shooting to the two boys that had walked into the bathroom, pouts on their faces when they realized what was happening. You just laughed, through the moans because Rafe did not stop fingering you, “The showers big enough for us all boys, get in and show me how bad you want it”

Tag List: @sweetestdesire @congratsloserr @xyzstar @madelynie @outerbankspov

[ashdreams2023]

Could you write some headcanons of Loki being a father of a baby girl? I mean i think he's the type of a dad's girl, i love your writting, thank you<3

Me always making every fictional character I obsessed with a girl dad

Loki as a girl dad

Now you know this man would go crazy in the baby clothes section, especially with the colorful dresses

He loves headbands and bow ties, thinks his daughter is the cutest thing ever

Brushes her hair and braids it when it’s long enough

Her wish is his command

Like no one has a saying in what she does, she’s his princess and how dare you not respect that!

Daddy daughter dates, which consist of him going with her to get some snacks and do small picnics

He always buys her a new toy or outfit by the end of it

Carried her over his shoulders until she was too big to like it

Dressed up with her in matching customs for Halloween each year

Let’s her paint his nails

It’s not odd to find some bright bright pink nails polish on his toe nails

Sometimes let’s her pick his outfits just to make her happy

Makes sure to always have every meal together if he can

Involves her in everything, like baby girl wants to stay with her daddy planning mischief? You got it

If she starts picking up his love for pranks oh boy, nobody is safe, even him

He loves it though, as long as she doesn’t get herself hurt everything is ok

When she’s old enough she becomes his best gossip buddy

Nobody is safe from their side eyes and little whispers

"Like I love her but she’s so annoying" "I know she has no class"

Birthdays are always epic, she gets to pick a theme each year and he delivers every time

But in all seriousness, she’s the light of his life and he cherishes every moment with her

Also was a sobbing mess when she went to prom with her date

"Dad are you crying?!" "Of course I am, you’re growing too quickly"

[nanamissuit]

I love your work! (especially your könig) I don't know how you feel about male!reader but I just wanted to request how the guys (Ghost, Soap, König, Price, e.t.c) would react to stage actor male!reader playing a character like Frank n Furter from Rocky Horror. You know, just how they react to the different revealing costumes, the humorous sexual themes and stuff. Even better if the reader is already very confident and flamboyant. Preferably sfw but I don't mind some nsfw (😏). I am SO SORRY if this is way too specific.

Stage - König, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, & John Price

Pairing: König, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, & John Price x Stage actor!Male Reader

Warnings: Mild Nsfw, Fluff. MDNI 18+

König:

You had been stage acting for around 2 years, you’ve become quite famous especially inside of the LGBTQ+ community and obviously for 2 reasons

A: The roles you played and the outfits you wore.

B: Your very public relationship with your army boyfriend König.

Whenever you’re interviewed and asked about him everyone asks how you met and the story was quite cute, he came to one of your shows and met up with you after and you hit it off!

But that brings you to the present day when you told him to come to one of your new shows, you had a surprise for him in the costume you had to wear.

He agreed to come and found a seat right in the front, of course. 

The show was good so far, he thought everyone did well but they weren't you, until you came on stage and he saw what you were wearing. His mind blanked!

After the show he met up with you faster than the speed of light. “Jesussss-You looked so good Meine Liebe.” He mumbled as he swept you off your feet to bring you to the car, peppering kisses all over your face.

“König!! I know I looked good but Jesus, how impatient are you?” You said in between struggles and laughs but he just held you tighter. 

“You’ll find out soon enough Gutaussehend.” 

You did in fact find out when you got home, he definitely bought more of those types of outfits for you after seeing you in that one time he was now obsessed, more obsessed with you then he already was.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley:

Now you had been stage acting for around 3 years before you met Simon, he met you for dinner one night and you told him about your career and he was intrigued.

But if you told yourself around 6 months later you’d be in love with the man you wouldn’t believe yourself. 

But the man was a sweetheart, flowers without ever having to ask kind of guy. He was a killing machine on the field, but off the field he was your boyfriend and you like to separate the two.

He didn’t mind coming to your shows but it definitely was not his scene. But if you had pleaded with him and asked just the right way he’d go.

But this night, you had just wanted to show him a costume they wanted you to wear on stage, you didn’t really think about his reaction.

But when you walked out of the bathroom, he nearly passed out right then and there. 

“Tryin’ to kill me?” He asked lowly as he wrapped arms around your waist and you giggled, “Could only dream of such a thing Si.”

He chuckled as he started to undress you a bit, “Well, hopefully you have a bit of time to sleep in tomorrow, yeah?” 

He tended to your every need that night, and to your surprise you did have a bit of time to sleep in the next day so it all worked out.

When you came back home from your show and saw that Simon left a note you read it, “I’ll be back ina bit lovie, Price needed help with paperwork. Check your closet and call if you need.” 

You smiled at the note as you settled it down and went to check your closet to see now multiple costumes, you rolled your eyes and got ready to take pictures and send them all to Simon, this is gonna be a hell of a night.

John Price:

Now you were a stage actor for around a year before you met John. He was at a bar you went to after one of your shoes and you found him highly attractive, so you gave him your number and he called you.

You found out about his job in the military early on so he could warn you about the dangers that come with his job, but you loved him regardless so it didn’t matter to you. 

He came to all your shows and always bought you flowers, the vases were overcrowded at this point. So then he started buying you chocolates, he just loved seeing your face as he gave you things.

But one night when he spent the night you went through your old costumes to just show him them. And you came across a very particular costume you knew he would love. “Babe, I’m gonna go put this on, I'll be right back.” He nodded at you as he waited for you to come back out.

You looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror and giggled as you remembered your role as the character and just the fun you had with the cast.

You walked out of the bathroom and John let out a chuckle but also a low groan as he felt his cock restrain against his boxers. He quickly got up and tackled you to the bed.

“Listen, You look sooo good in this but I have to get it off ya.” You chuckled to yourself as he just admired you for a second before nearly ripping it off. 

After that night you came home to a box full of similar costumes, and were those fluffy handcuffs? Jesus christ what had you gotten yourself into.

You tried a new one on every night for nearly 2 weeks before you ran out, but don’t worry he got more for you. He loved seeing his handsome baby in such revealing clothes.

[hongluboobs]

tumblr user hong lu boobs have you played any of the new canto yet im very interested in your thoughts

Yes I do!!! I don't want to make a big post on Some Of The Stuff til the whole canto is up (if you are aware of this account and some of my recent postings it may become aware of what i am talking about) but ohhghghgh. This shit Re Awakened the naive cyanism in me!! I thought it was gone. I thought I was over Hong Lu! I haven't even been doing my dailies and weeklies as of late that's how out of it i've been. but NOPE!! We are sooooo limback babey!!

(i apologize for yapping about hong lu right off the bat. its not that guy's turn yet. it's don's world and we are all just living it, but with the way don's character is structured my brain goes more towards a "wait and see" approach for her. I know it'll be awesome and i Am invested but like. this is hong lu boobs dot tumblr dot com. I'm sorry women)

I'll put some basic stuff above the cut and then some more spoiler-y stuff below.

HUGE fan of the presentation this canto. PJM continues to get crazier with this stuff every canto and this is no exception.

In the light of that previous bullet, I am fully expecting some meta fuckery here. They've pulled some cool stuff at the ends of cantos 5 and 6 but. this is the sinner about delusion/unreality! I Live In Fear of whatever pm is cooking.

The setting is also REALLY fun. whenever I saw a new battle bg i was cheering and clapping. they're all so fun and whimsical and there's so much potential for interesting things

I really like seeing how people dress in the north of the city! We've had so many new factions/branches of factions thrown at us so far and I love a lot of the outfits! Will this still hold true when I try to draw them and get upset at the level of detail after drawing standard formalwear on pm characters for so long? Maybe!

The CGs have been really clean so far? As an artist I get worried about this stuff sometimes because it's a lot of work to get done but all the ones I've seen so far are really nice :)

If you aren't reading passives and status effects this canto. do that. my brain might be a little too small atm to comprehend some of the gimmicks w the main enemy type but some of the wording in the enemies passives may be hinting at things. Also some of them are really funny

this Might be my favorite direction they've taken the OST? Honestly it's so hard to pick because this ost NEVER misses but I've been typing this whole thing to that one boss's theme (you know the one)

If you've played through the first part of the canto, feel free to click through the read more for some of my thoughts that delve more into spoiler territory

I am so intimidated anytime the screen goes black and I have to deal with various colored text and Scary Voiceover. I cannot say much on it aside from just how scared i get whenever it happens. I'm pretty bad at identifying voices (especially if i don't understand the language) but these lines just get. so interesting

Here they are all together for my convenience (and potentially yours :) )

I don't have a ton to say on it especially because anything I say can be proven wrong Very Quickly and I am not a don quixote scholar but I think the "Please, please! I don't want an adventure, stop! Please!" line from (who i assume to me) second kindred don is VERY interesting. much to think about regardless!

UPDATE: while I was writing this my buddy lu-is-not-ok (follow him. if you like what I do you'll like what he does.) sent me this image.

Yep, we've got identity stuff going on. Yellow seems to be Our Don Quixote (It's her text color, at least, but back then she'd be the bloodfiend second kindred, hence being able to obliterate that bear immediately, and acting less in line with the DQ we know and love) while red is... maybe the original don quixote? The original owner of rocinate at least,("Your running shoes look like they could fetch a nice price...") who seems obsessed with justice and fixers like ours. I haven't read the book so I don't feel like I can add a ton more to this aside from flat speculation but I am very interested in how this develops.

Ok now I want to talk about Hong Lu stuff. Let's ignore the elephant in the room for just a second :)

I'm a big fan of the exchange between Dante, Verg, and Hong Lu. THERE IS SO MUCH CONCERNING FORESHADOWING IN HERE!!!!! OH MY GOG. I can't handle it.

the specific wording of "the most lucid one" is SO interesting to me. fully expecting these cantos to be a True Combo. I was already anticipating it because they both have so much to do with rules and the boundary of reality and delusion but with the familial hierarchy theme present in bloodfiends its Definitely happening. And the light in Hong Lu's left eye going dimmer??? with the water theming being used??? Gloom/sinking themed distortion Please Please Please. you're nothing. Theres some water connections from the book irt the land of illusion (near the end bao-yu's enlightenment is seen as realizing that everything is akin to moonlight mirrored in the water- it ultimately doesn't matter and everything predestined to happen will occur regardless) and this water theming is present in Hong Lu as well (base ego) but it's really interesting to see it Like This.\

And now. there's probably some other stuff I can talk about but I wanna say things about The Elephant In The Room. If you follow my stuff and are caught up on this canto you know what I'm talking about.

I have been compiling a diagram with every mention of Hong Lu's family across all his dialogue. (which you can see here if interested, though it's now outdated for obvious reasons) We only really get vague mentions, the only direct family appearance is Jia Huan, who shows up to say one line and then fucks off.

I was not expecting to get stuff on Hong Lu This Early. They've been giving us mostly crumbs and I was NOT expecting to get hit by All This. I have been surviving on scraps and I just had the Hong Lu lore equivalent of a rotisserie chicken thrown to me. I'm kind of rusty on DOTRC because I haven't touched up on it in a while and as such I cannot give too many details but it's very interesting to see Xichun.

I'm going to check up on Xichun's characterization in the source later because there's so many characters in that book and she wasn't really one I had that close an eye on during my read. From what I remember, she's one of Bao-yu's cousins who lives in the garden with him, and eventually runs away to become a nun when the family starts falling into decline. (mirroring Bao-yu running away to become a monk for the same reasons.) I'm probably missing stuff I'll catch when I go out to reread the book, but based on how she's depicted here it gives me more of an idea about what themes of dotrc they're pushing for canto 8.

They're for sure emphasizing the familial abuse and how fucked up the jia family is. It almost reads like all of the siblings are in competition with each other (building "factions"). and Hong Lu has said his siblings have attempted to kill him before.

Hong Lu has been like this, which lines up with his book equivalent of Bao-yu, who is notorious for being childish/naive and not necessarily working within the pre established rules and conventions set up by his family. I'm curious how he's managed to survive this long with the jias a lot more willing to Kill Eachother.

"My most amicable sibling" fucks me up so much. what the hell is this family's deal man. I'm really curious about this line, because xichun is not a sibling but a cousin in the book. I'm curious what's gonna happen with Bao-chai and Dai-yu in Limbus because it's very challenging to adapt this story without those two. Dai-yu in Dotrc is one of the characters Bao-yu feels most comfortable being himself around. Generally, the female characters in DOTRC are better people than the male ones, and Bao-yu spends most of his time with the girls as a result. I'm curious how/if they'll adapt this because it's a pretty big thing in the book and they serve as an escape for Bao-yu from dealing with the nightmare that is people like his father. I feel if it was happening, they'd probably write Xichun a little kinder, but I don't know nearly enough to make any sort of call yet. Absolutely TERRIFIED (positive. this is a good thing) for what PM is cooking.

I'm gonna have to cut this off here because i have A Lot of thoughts but i also have many assignments to finish and have been typing this for way too long! Thank you for asking the question anon I hope you enjoyed reading some of my thoughts :) !!

[heartedbysunoo]

INTERVIEW

SUNGHOON: “ENGENE helps me to know who I am”

ENHYPEN ROMANCE: UNTOLD -daydream- comeback interview

2024.11.20

SUNGHOON is like a blank canvas, embracing every color that splashes across the empty white space. And he mentions several times how much he likes the colors he’s been painted in, and the picture he’s been painting, since his debut.

Your face shows up everywhere in drugstores these days. (laughs) You’re currently a model and ambassador for a number of beauty brands.

SUNGHOON: I was fascinated to hear ENGENE and my acquaintances saying my picture’s all over drugstores. There’s even a gigantic picture of me in Seongsu-dong. Now I know for certain that I’m a celebrity. (laughs) It’s actually not easy becoming a brand ambassador or model, so I’m extremely thankful to ENGENE for being the reason I can do all these things. This was an opportunity I was fortunate to have, and I plan to keep working even harder.

It’s also the result of all your hard work, of course. You always work hard to keep yourself in shape and keep your hair, clothes, and makeup perfect.

SUNGHOON: I think basic upkeep is important, so I always try to present a neat and tidy image. I take care of my skin and exercise regularly, but these days, I’m trying to be less perfect and have a more natural, casual style, too. I don’t want people to think I’m overly flawless when they see me. I want to have a laid-back image, too—not that I’ll ever look flawed. (laughs)

You seem to have shifted to more vintage and trendy looks.

SUNGHOON: Right. It feels like I’m moving more in the trendy direction lately though. I bought a lot of clothes with patterns on them, which I wouldn’t normally wear, and a lot of trendy outfits, too. I’ve been wearing military cargo pants a lot lately. Everybody seems to be wearing them these days, so I figured I’d give it a shot too. (laughs) I like them because they make you look rugged.

It seems like you’re into glasses and sunglasses, too.

SUNGHOON: ENGENE loves it whenever I wear glasses. I go out vintage shopping when I have time and now I have around 20 pairs. I’m always looking for new ones since they really add to a look. Horn-rimmed glasses make you look smart and give off a bit of a nerdy vibe, while silver frames and rimless glasses have more of a sexy vibe? And sunglasses are just plain cool! (laughs)

You aim for perfection in both your appearance and your performances. Perfectionists consistently strive for excellence, but we understand that achieving absolute perfection is a rare feat. Have you ever felt that you've truly attained perfection?

SUNGHOON: To be perfectly honest, I’ve never felt like I did something perfectly. What you just said is absolutely true—I always try my best to approach perfection in any given situation. I feel like I’m still a long way off from what I’d consider to be perfect.

You strive for perfection but don’t seem obsessed by the idea of it. There was a minor incident with the lift at Weverse Con Festival, and you just said, “It was too bad that happened, but there’s nothing we can do about it. It is already behind us.”

SUNGHOON: Actually… I’m not the kind of person who can just stop thinking about things that already happened. (laughs) So I try and tell myself “it’s in the past, there’s nothing you can do” a lot. And there’s something fun about something unexpected happening, like the incident during “She Was Pretty” at Weverse con festival, and overcoming it.

What was one thing you worked particularly hard to perfect or feel confident about on the new album, ROMANCE: UNTOLD -daydream-?

SUNGHOON: For me, it’s dancing. I think the highlight of the single “No Doubt” is when we dance with our hands in our back pockets during the hook, which restricted our movement. And since our backs are turned for most of that, our faces aren’t really visible. I spent a lot of time thinking about what I could do to captivate ENGENE and general audiences in the brief moments I’m facing forward. Finding a killer angle that looks as hot as possible? (laughs)

It feels like the entire song “Daydream” is whispered. You must’ve had to work hard to sing with an airy voice like that.

SUNGHOON: It was my first time singing a song like that. It was hard and a little bit frustrating since you need to sing a bit forcefully for a hip hop song but I had to basically be whispering at the same time so I couldn’t be too loud. I didn’t have to hit any specific notes for this song, so I just tried to really get into the hip hop rhythm. I never used to feel confident with hip hop, but I liked the final product when I heard it.

I heard you experiment a lot to find your own vocal style.

SUNGHOON: I think my vocals sound very “clear,” and it’s something unique I can bring to the table. You can especially hear it when I sing in falsetto, and that’s exactly what I did on the single “No Doubt.” I actually never used to like how I sound when I sing high notes like that, but this time the part I sang was a good match for my voice, which was nice.

Both the single “No Doubt” and the track “Daydream” are about how absence makes the heart grow fonder. It’s similar to the relationship between fans and artists, where they love each other but also spend time apart, and at other times don’t know what the other’s up to.

SUNGHOON: I think so too. You can easily substitute the relationship between ENGENE and ENHYPEN into those songs. It seems like it’s about two people in love, but who I was really thinking about while practicing it was ENGENE. I hope ENGENE feels the same way when they’re listening. (laughs)

When do you need ENGENE the most?

SUNGHOON: I always need ENGENE, but especially when I’m performing. When I do a performance that’s exclusively for ENGENE, I’m not showing them a refined version of me but my everything. I can show them my less-than-perfect aspects, and it’s way more chill talking to them—like talking to a friend. ENGENE fills me with as much strength when I see them as I do when they see me. If either of us ever disappeared, the whole thing would fall apart. We’re so important to one another, and a lot of what’s possible for us is only possible because we’re together.

The song “Highway 1009” off your second studio album is dedicated to your fans. What were you trying to say with the lyrics you wrote?

SUNGHOON: When I wrote those lyrics, I imagined going on a journey down an endless road with ENGENE. The words flowed right out of me—maybe because I was being so open with my feelings. I wrote the line, “Promise you’ll hold on tighter,” and some before and after that line, too. My version went, “I’ll meet you again under our destiny / Promise you’ll hold on tighter / So nothing will ever keep us apart again.” I thought it was well written and I said I wanted to show it to ENGENE, but looking at it now, I’m not so sure. (laughs)

It’s clear when watching Weverse LIVE that you’ve developed an even closer bond with ENGENE. In an interview with Esquire, you said, “I don’t have much to do besides work, so I do LIVEs just to hang out.” So interacting with your fans doesn’t feel like “work,” then?

SUNGHOON: It seriously never feels like work. Nobody tells me to do it—I do it because I want to. When I go on Weverse LIVE, I get to see what ENGENE says and share my thoughts. It’s as simple as that, and I love it. Having said that, since there’s so many people watching from all around the world, I am careful to avoid saying anything that could hurt even one person.

Speaking of your LIVEs, ENGENE says you’re unintentionally funny. You also post a lot of somewhat quirky videos on TikTok. (laughs)

SUNGHOON: What I’m going for on TikTok is basically to be silly. (laughs) I’m not into doing any of the stuff you’d expect. I have to do things I find a little funny and amusing so ENGENE can genuinely enjoy them. It’s the same with the 02z: If I see something decent on TikTok, I would suggest it to the others, then every single one of them gets on board. I was the one who suggested the “Attack on Bangtan” video. The composition and the timing for moving out of the frame just popped into my head. (laughs) I don’t know that I’m really trying to be funny, though… I think that side only comes out when I’m with the rest of the group.

The calligraphy photos you’ve posted of phrases like, “Let’s hope everything comes up roses,” and, “You’re special,” make fans laugh.

SUNGHOON: I started doing those hoping it would make the fans laugh at least a little bit, and they really did, so I do more now and then. Seeing words like that gives people positive emotions, and while for some it might just be funny, for others, it could be truly uplifting. I think calligraphy has become a part of my identity now. It’s even come up in other videos, like how I was part of the calligraphy club in EN-DRAMA.

During your closing remarks at the FATE PLUS concert in Seoul, you said, “ENGENE, you’re the only one that’s ever made me cry.” That shows how close you’ve become with ENGENE, considering you once said you’re not good at expressing your emotions.

SUNGHOON: I think when it comes to ENGENE, I’ve really opened up. I think we’re close enough now that we can open up to each other like that. Since I’m not someone who cries easily, even the other members didn’t know at first whether I was actually crying or just joking. (laughs) But I could really tell how concerned they were for me onstage. We’ve been together long enough that we know how each other’s feeling without having to say much.

What moved you to tears like that?

SUNGHOON: I’m the type to let it out all at once, and it’d been a long time since I last cried. There’s little hard moments all throughout the work we do, and those small things slowly piled up until they hit me all at once. I was doing my closing remarks and felt like, “Well, I’ve made it this far,” and then suddenly felt emotional. I felt a lot better after that cry. It’s a bit embarrassing since so many people saw the video of me crying, though. (laughs)

I remember you said, “I feel like I still don’t know myself all that well,” during your closing remarks.

SUNGHOON: It’s hard for anyone to look at themselves objectively from an outsider’s perspective, but I feel like I’m getting to know who I really am through my career. My personality and emotions will keep on changing, and ENGENE always watches out for me and lets me know about that. ENGENE helps me to know who I am.

What do you think of Park Sunghoon these days?

SUNGHOON: In the past, I saw myself as this really quiet person who lacks confidence. I wanted to break free of that. I’m a lot more confident these days and I’m working hard to keep it that way. These days I see myself as someone who chases perfection and doesn’t like when things get complicated, but I feel like I do complicated things, somehow. (laughs)

When you say you do complicated things, it sounds to me like that you don’t take shortcuts.

SUNGHOON: Right. I don’t want to be taking shortcuts. I feel like I always do things the proper way and with integrity. And I like that about myself.

You’re now entering your fifth year since your debut. In the whole time from your I-LAND days and up until and including now, you seem to have consistently put on good performances and kept yourself healthy.

SUNGHOON: I think it was unconsciously in my bones from being a former athlete. You can’t be an athlete for very long if you’re inconsistent. I need to express it more when things get tough, though. But I feel like I’m not very good at doing that, so I’m making an effort to express myself more these days.

So crying during the concert was part of that?

SUNGHOON: Exactly. I probably could’ve held it in, but… No, I doubt I would’ve been able to stop those tears. (laughs)

I see you as something of a blank canvas. As time’s gone on, you’ve been painted with more and more colors. You’ve become closer to and more affectionate with your fans, you express your emotions more, and you’re gone from a smooth dancer to one who can now nail high-intensity K-pop moves.

SUNGHOON: I love it. Being like a blank canvas means I can keep growing and showing different sides to me. I’ll keep painting myself with different colors, and even though I might make mistakes here and there as the painting forms over time, I won’t erase them—I’ll just incorporate them in different ways into my picture. I used to be really hard on myself and find faults only in myself. I’d tell myself it’s because I’m no good. Now, I’m trying to be more forgiving with myself and look at the bigger picture.

You are a perfectionist, but you’re also self-affirming.

SUNGHOON: There are places I can stand to improve and evolve, but I don’t want to lose the original me, either. I want to keep showing that off. I want to be flexible and make a move according to my circumstances. I don’t want to become someone else—I want to keep at it like I am now, adding my own unique colors and giving people what I consider to be the ideal version of me. If nothing else, I want to be cooler. (laughs) I feel like, as an artist, I need to bump up my skill level where singing and dancing is concerned. And I need to be more emotionally strong, too. No big drastic changes—just taking who I am now and reaching a level or two higher should do it.