#im so happy with how well the outfits ended up matching

[topaz-carbuncle]

Relana Lavellan and Solas at Halamshiral

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hi hi !! if you’re taking requests, can you do enhypen x idol!reader where the reader is a host on music bank? thank you :D

MUSIC BANK HOST : idol!enha x idol! reader

𓂂 ˳ enhypen hyung line genre: idol au, fluff, different scenarios warnings: intentional lower case, im gonna split this up into two so maknae line coming soon

lee heeseung ( 이희승 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ you’re apart of (g)-idle, both enhypen and your group had a comeback around the same time so it was bound to happen that your groups would do a dual interview together on music bank. to say heeseung knew about you was an understatement… you were his ultimate idol crush and you knew about him because you found him attractive and liked his groups music, that was it he wasn’t even on your mind like you were on his.heeseung being the fanboy of you that he is couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as you and chaemin did your introductions. he was so into you it was obvious to anyone with a pair of two eyes. he was so hypnotized by you that it seemed that he forgot the group that you were apart of the type of members you have.

“ah, yes.” yuqi starts she stood in the middle right beside heeseung who’s gaze was still on you, “I’m happy to once again spend an amazing comeback with my beautiful members, don’t you agree heeseung since you’re so captivated by my beautiful member who’s our mc.” yuqi turns to the boy smiling teasingly as everyone laughs and ohs at her comment towards heeseung who shakes his head in shock at the girl’s confidence to say such a thing. “oh! so you don’t find her beautiful?” yuqi says loudly at the boys head shakes the laughs becoming louder, heeseung opens his mouth to protest but is cut off by your voice, “you don’t find me beautiful?” you join in on the teasing, oh how he wanted to die. but hey, this embarrassing situation of his is how he ended up bumping into you in the hallways and gaining to courage to ask for your number and to clarify that he finds you very beautiful.

park jongseong ( 박종성 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ you’re apart of lesserafim, you and jay hated each other. he didn’t know when it started but he’s pretty sure it was when both of you were trainees, you and him were always at each others necks and that hatred has been going strong from trainee days to the present with both you and him being members of super successful groups of your generation. it was definitely a shock to jay when chaemin asked him to fill in for him for music bank, he agreed of course but was still very shocked. what shocked him even more is instead of seeing eunchae wearing a matching outfit with him he saw you. isn’t it just such a coincidence that both music bank hosts wouldn’t be able to do the show? turns out eunchae was “sick” before you and him could go at each other it was already time to host and to say there was tension between the two of you was an understatement. every group and soloist that the both of you interviewed could feel it as well and your scripts made everything so much more entertaining.

“do I look handsome?” jay asked, reading off of his script he cringed slightly before showing off his outfit to you who covered your face with your cue card. “uh..” you responded as looked at your cue card that told you to agree and say that he does look handsome but instead you burst out in laughter. jay tried his hardest to stay in character but your laugh made it so hard, “are you ok-” he couldn’t get through his sentence before he’s cutting himself off with his own laughter, it’s funny that this situation is what broke the tension and got the two of you to be comfortable with each other the rest of the show.

sim jaeyun ( 심재윤 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ you’re a famous actress, that was known for your role on the glory as young yeonjin. you were definitely a beauty but you played your role so well that it had some people either hate you or utterly terrified of you. jake was one of the people that were utterly terrified of you, in his mind there was no way you were that good of actor to play that role so well. so when jake found out that you were one of the new music bank hosts, he had to mentally prepare himself to face you, the boys told him that he was being ridicules but jake was sure that you were a demon spawn so with that being said jake was shook when he had to stand so close to said demon spawn. seeing you up close was even worse especially since you were so pretty, it’s always the pretty ones is all jake could say to himself. the whole interview he wasn’t buying this bubbly personality that you had going on there was you had to be just putting this on for the cameras, that was until you bumped into him in the halls.

“oh my gosh!” you exclaim at him, smiling brightly as jake looks at you confused, “I was looking for you.” you say walking closer to him. “looking for me?” he asks, “yeah, I love your group and you’re my bias, I was wondering if you could sign my photo card?” jake looks at you in shock for a while, are you really this bubbly and not a demon spawn?, “uh yeah sure.” he hesitantly smiles taking the pink pen and the photo card of him from your hand and signs the back, you smile brightly at him as he gives it back to you, “thank you so much!” you say before heading towards the other direction. jake stares at your retreating figure his mind going a thousand miles, a a pretty bubbly and obviously talented actress who’s obviously into him and he’s gonna let this pass up because he thought you were a demon spawn? no way before he can even process it jake is calling you name and speeding to catch up with you.

park sunghoon ( 박성훈 )

୨୧ 𓂂 ˳ you’re apart of aespa, both you and Sunghoon were known for your icy visuals and you guys were probably the most shipped idols at the moment. everyone thought that you guys would go so well together, little did they know that their ship were already dating. sunghoon was your down bad boyfriend that was your biggest supporter and he always made sure to support you with music bank and he was excited that he would finally get to see the best host that he’s ever seen interview him and his group (he only calls you the best host because you’re his girlfriend.) what he didn’t expect was for chaemin and yours script to be so flirty even when you’re interviewing groups. all he could do when you and chaemin were interviewing him and his group was think who the heck wrote the script and when he can have a talk with them.

sunghoon sulked as he laid on the couch in your dressing room, he watched has you packed up your bag before letting out an annoyed sigh, “what is your problem?” you ask turning towards him but all he responds with is another exaggerated sigh. “what happened to you?” you laugh as you walk over to the boy standing in between his legs as he buries his head on your stomach, “since when did your scripts get so flirty?” he asks but his voice is muffled, “what?” you ask, cupping his face and tilting it up to face you, “since when did your scripts get so flirty?” he repeats playfulness glaring up at you. “they’re not flirty.” you laugh, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, “yes they are, they were never like this when I was a mc.” he whines glaring off to the side. all you could do is laugh at his dramatics, “I only have eyes for you.” you say pressing another kiss to his forehead, “you better.” he says, “I also need to get in contact with your script writer.”

[shuaboo]

🍓boyfie ZB1 ft. bfs lil bro!yujin

🧺 lowercase intended // cw: other than a very small bit of swearing, none. // sry no wc im too lazy😭

🍰 a/n: sorry if this is quite messy, i usually open this draft at 3 am so my brains all fucked up n shit. yujin is included but he is not your bf bc i won’t write romantic stuff abt a minor due to my age ty.

bf!jiwoong who will always take photos of you and take selfies with you on his iphone with a blurry ass front cam :((. whether you’re on a date, just at home, running errands, on a walk— hes going to snap a pic. when you’re sitting beside each other sometimes he just lays his head on your shoulder or kisses your cheek and takes a selfie. just.. bf!jiwoong who is the complete embodiment of “take a pic, it’ll last longer.”

bf!zhang hao who is your other half of the olive theory. if ever there is an ingredient or food that you don’t like on your plate, all you need to do is ask hao because he’s probably going to accept. OR bf!hao who orders your usual order when you try something new, just incase you end up not liking the taste of your own order. for example: you want to try a new kind of coffee. hao always asks you if you’re sure before you try something new. when you confirm, he orders the usual style of coffee that you order. if you end up liking it… hao is happy that you like it and he doesn’t mind drinking your usual. but if it’s the opposite, he offers you his order— your usual, and takes the new drink off your hands and drinks that instead. AURGSHD i hope you guys get what i mean!!

bf!hanbin who has boyfie senses. he just knows everything about you, that’s how observant he is. he makes sure to observe a lot of the things you do, like, dislike, etc. he knows what type of hair tie you like, what glasses frame you prefer, how you fidget when you’re feeling anxious or nervous, everything. sometimes when you’re not feeling well and haven’t told hanbin yet, you’ll get a message from him asking how you are or if you’re feeling okay. it stuns you every single time he does it. it’s like he has connections to the system of your brain.

bf!matthew who is always down to try everything with you. i feel like matthew is very adventurous. if you want to try camping, he’ll do it with you and explain everything you need. if you want to try some new food, he’ll help you look for the place to try it. he’s always the one who takes and does your firsts with you. he supports your curiosity (most of the time) because he believes that it’s always good to try something new. basically just bf!matt who is your partner in everything.

bf!taerae who loves to sing for you, and would probably sing for you everyday if you’d just ask. taerae has such a beautiful singing voice, his voice is like pouring rays of sunshine, clouds, and rainbows into your ears. if you are having a hard time sleeping, all you need to do is lay against his chest and ask him to sing for you. the combination of his voice and his heartbeat is the perfect lullaby for you. when you’re on a road trip, a carpool session is essential! pro tip: do not challenge taerae with a karaoke battle, you WILL lose :P.

bf!ricky who WILL pay for everything. he does not let you take out your wallet, it’s always his treat. whether you’re on a restaurant date, shopping date, anything! he. will. pay! the only time ricky lets it slide is when you do errands together, but even then he still offers to pay. always expect “just because” gifts from ricky as well. because i do believe that he has a good eye, meaning that he knows what you like. so if he sees a piece that he thinks you’d look good in, he will 100% get it for you.

bf!gyuvin who loves couple trends!!!! i believe yes yes! matching outfits, tiktok dances, matching pfps, couple poses, everything!!! imagine going to the amusement park with gyuvin. you’ll have matching outfits on, you’ll do tiktok dances (ex: dsico by surf curse), take pics at the photobooth if they have it, take couple pics. every single person around you gets a slap in the face abt how single they are when they see you two. (i have another post abt gyuvin, also hcs/thoughts: thoughts abt bf!gyuvin)

bf!gunwook who props you up on the bathroom counter and stands in between your legs to do your skincare… when you’re feeling tired but you need to do your skincare, he’ll literally just do it for you. gunwook is strong enough to pick you up, put you on the counter, and then start doing your skincare. he doesn’t even need to ask you what goes first, next, and last. he has your skincare routine memorized!!!! all you need to do is just sit there and try to not fall asleep on the spot as he does his thing. you can trust that he knows your usual routine, your routine when you breakout, etc. skincare is something you and gunwook bond over as a couple. he loves taking care of you as much as he loves doing it for himself.

bf’s little bro!yujin who 100% loves u more than his brother 😎. when his brother takes you home he probably doesn’t approach you first, so you had to reach out. when he does get to know you, he thinks you’re pretty cool. he asks your boyfriend often if he’s taking you with him when they go out, since sometimes you do join in for some of their family outings. expect to be the in the middle of their bickering sometimes, siblings will be siblings. i think you’ll get to a point where yujin trusts you enough to sometimes talk to you about things he feels he can’t really discuss with his brother. he trusts that you won’t tattle on him, please don’t break it.

sorry for edging heres the yap sesh 🙏🏻

[srjlvr]

enha hyung line! — as parents <3

hyung-line!enha x fem!reader ! | genre: fluff ! | wc: 1.8k+ ! | warnings: enha as fathers, kids, mentions of food, not proofread ! | note: i thought about it while having some of our family members over and watching them taking care of their (vv annoying) kids !

— ✧ heeseung ♡

“IM GONNA BE A FATHER” would literally scream this out every time he’s outside.

took him a while to really realize the fact that he’s going to be responsible for a living soul and suddenly he freaks out.

did everything to be prepared and finally after 9 months he held his daughter in his hands.

would probably use his angelic voice to sing lullabies to the baby.

tells you he hopes her first words would be ‘mama’ but secretly whispers “say dada” to her whenever you’re not listening.

would send you off to work so he could stay together with the baby and even would take her to his work as well.

he would be tired as hell at nights when the baby wakes up crying, but he’d always get up before you and would force you to lay down and fall back asleep while he takes care of the situation.

he’d be the coolest dad ever! would teach his daughter basketball even at such a young age, and would support everything that she wants to do.

would be so overprotective and will go like “dont talk to my daughter like that!” whenever someone speaks badly about her.

he’d be so openly with her and would talk about whatever! when it comes to question about ‘how to make kids’, he’d just say that it’s not the time to explain.

as she grows older, he’d get too emotional all the time and would take pictures of everything his child does.

each morning would help her get ready and send her off to school with kisses and “i love you”s

so so so supportive and comforting person, as a father he’d do everything to make his daughter happy.

would be a little worried and overprotective about parties as his daughter grows older, but he trusts her enough to let her do what she wants. as long as she’s being safe.

“hey dad, can we go play some basketball?” your daughter asked. “but i prepared dinner already” you frowned a bit, expecting to eat with your family already.

“eat some snack in the meantime baby, we’ll be back in an hour” heeseung pecked your lips and hugged you. he then grabbed the ball and tossed it to your daughter.

“bye mom!” “bye love!” they both said. “wait!” you stopped them. they both froze and looked at you, you quickly got closer and put on your sports shoes, “the loser washes the dishes for a week” you smirked.

heeseung ended up loosing, watching his daughter and the love of his life getting so excited over playing together had always been his weakness.

— rest of the members under the cut !

— ✧ jay ♡

*insert shocked af emoji* — that would be his reaction after realizing he’s going to be a dad.

“i’ll cook you everyday and style you each morning, we’re going to have so much fun!” literally speaks to your tummy all day.

gets super excited and thrilled to the due date, prepared everything from A to Z and even asked his parents for some tips.

“i know nothing about babies but i can cook and i have good style…?” like 😭✋🏻✋🏻

almost fainted holding his son after 9 months of talking to him through your tummy, but held on a big smiled finally realizing his biggest dream came true.

before you’re coming back home he made sure the house is fully secured and safe for babies.

he’s just worried for the new family member that’s all :(

the softest dad ever! won’t stop snapping pictures and talking about his son with whoever he can.

would wake up early everyday to prepare breakfast for the little one, and would slowly and surely wake up him and help him eat.

wouldn’t give you a chance to overwork yourself, he’d tell you to rest and he’d take care of everything.

ngl i think he’d spoil his son so much and he would buy him anything he wants just bc he wants to see his son happy☹️

MATCHING OUTFITS is a must!! being the best stylist that he is, he LOVES to dress up his son and would match with him as well.

would teach him how to treat people (esp women!) right since basic manners is hella important.

tbh i also think he’d be like so chill about his child going to parties and all when growing up and he’d even drop him off and pick him up whenever he needs.

“how’s the food?” jay asked after setting his plate next to your plate, in front of his son. “good as always” your son smiled warmly at you.

“also, can you drop me off at (friends name)’s? we’re just gonna go out later, i’d be back before 1AM” he added. “sure, me and your mom are going on a date today so we’ll drop you off on our way” jay said, looking at you lovingly and pecking your nose.

“disgusting” your son rolled his eyes and you giggled. “you’re just jealous aren’t you?” “let’s show him some love”

both of you and jay got up and dragged your son to the sofa, tickling him and laughing about his cute reaction, but ending up the fight with a tight family hug.

— ✧ jake ♡

his reaction would be so precious when he’d found out about the pregnancy. literally called his mom and the rest of his family a second after you decided it’s time to officially tell everyone.

“do whatever you feel like doing as long as you’re not overworking yourself and putting yourself in danger” type of person.

would be so hyped up and would prepare himself mentally every day that in a few months he’d have a new family member.

after nine months he let out some happy tears, watching his son sleeping peacefully in his arms.

“you took care of him nine months now let me take care of him” — would use it as an excuse to be alone with the baby.

bought so many baby clothes beforehand and doesn’t know what to do when the baby is growing so fast and the clothes are already tiny on him.

cries every time something emotional happens, as if his hormones are higher than yours😮‍💨.

really wants his son to have an australian accent so he’s showing him australian baby-friendly videos.

he’d be the funniest dad ever! the one that even his son’s friends would like because he’s so easygoing and funny.

oh and let’s talk about the gaming station he’d build for him and his son to play together, they’d spend all day in the room without getting out, leaving you all alone.

as funny and easygoing he is, i think he might be a little overprotective as well. as his son became a teenager and started going to parties, he became a bit scared, so he texts every once in a while to check if his son is still alive.

i think he’d also be super thrilled when his son would get a significant other and would make sure to have a conversation with him about “how to treat your significant other right”.

he would also take his son to late night walks, just to talk about his concerns and everything he needs, he always makes sure his son knows he’d do pretty much everything to see his smile.

“nice one! go to your left!” jake yelled as his fingers moved fast on the keyboard and his eyes roamed around the computer screen. “they’re attacking from everywhere!” your son groaned.

as another game ended with a fail, jake looked over his son and pat his shoulder, “it’s okay, it doesn’t mean we suck at this game” he hugged his disappointed son.

“boys! i prepared some snacks! get out and let’s hang out!” you called them out for the hundredth time today. “your mother is looking for attention” jake giggled.

“let’s play one more game and then go” his son plead and jake smiled, “how can i say no to you?”

— ✧ sunghoon ♡

“so you’re telling me,” he froze, “that there’s a human being growing in your tummy right now?” *insert dumbfounded emoji*

oh this boy would be so scared for his life, i think he’d mostly be scared of the thought that he wont be able to take care of you right.

that’s why he prepared himself in any kind of way. he read books, went to get some tips from his mother and even his grandma, he wants to be so perfect and he wants to make everything more comfortable and easy for you.

so when he finally held his daughter’s tiny fingers, he cried happy tears. he cried because now his job is to raise his beautiful daughter and protect her from any costs.

since he’s so well prepared, he wasn’t even worried a bit once she started crying and waking up so late at nights nonstop.

would tell her stories and talk to her all day, entertaining her as much as he can, it’s also not his fault, his daughter is just so cute and adorable.

“i can’t believe i’m a father” he goes around the house giggling and playing with his daughter.

would tease you so much when her first words are ‘dada’ and not ‘mama’ — would be like “what can i say? she loves me more” with such a huge smirk on his face.

just like him, he hopes his daughter would take interest in ice skating, so as she grew old, he took her to one of the nearest ice rinks, and singed her up for classes when he saw she was actually enjoying it.

he’d be so supportive and so understanding, would always take her to practices and you two would always show up for her shows and would even skate with her if you’d feel like it.

likes to do different hairstyles and would just go with the flow, one day it can be ponytails and the other day it could be a simple braid.

he’d actually also go around and be like “do you see her? she’s my daughter, she’s so cute isnt she?”.

in general he’d be the softest dad ever! as his daughter grows old, he’d plant some morning kisses on her cheeks and would tell her that he loves her dearly and would send her off to school.

“dad! i have practice in about half an hour!” your daughter noted and sunghoon immediately gasped, “right right! let’s go!” he said and grabbed your hand as well.

“huh? aren’t you just dropping her off? why do i need to come too?” you asked, “because,” he smiled, “she’s our daughter and we need to watch her practice”

“i also wanted us to have a dinner date today, all of us together, it’s been a while since we went to hang out all three of us” he said, “because you always take her to grab some ice cream after practice” you teased and he shrugged.

“we got the best daughter ever” he smiled. “i know” you replied and he then pecked your lips, “thank you, for making me become a father”

[vitamin-cunt]

hiii im a new follower and can i request a dabi x fem!domme!reader

format is full fic but if you want can you also add some headcanons at the end

kinks to add

•sadisim (reader

•masochism (dabi)

•dumbification

•frotteurism (ok idk if you make your fics automatically match with your blog theme [hospital for horny mfs like me] but can you make it so that dabi is a paitient of a hospital for sub people and reader is his most favorite doctor so theres alot of intimacy)

•master and pet themes (reader makes dabi wear a collar, very very short maid dress with frilly black lingerie, cat ears and a cat tail butt plug)

and can you make it so that the reader has a genital type quirk were reader can give people the genitals of the opposite gender and do it to herself without removing their original genital (ex. reader gives dabi a vagina and clit while still having a dick)

A/N: anon I'm in love with you. I'm on one knee rn, you have no idea (Tired asf gonna go proofread this in the morning)

CW: As stated in the ask above, GN! Pronouns, cock mentioned (can be interpreted as a strap tho), Dabi has a pussy at some point (idc, idc there's the door), fingering said pussy

Making a broken man of Dabi

What the fuck was he doing here?

Like, seriously, why the fuck was he here???

It was a strange situation, really. A hospital for incredibly lewd individuals to seek treatment-

And he of all people was here?

He didn't have lewd desires, just-

Well, fuck, he couldn't have normal sex but that didn't require an intervention or whatever this was.

He ran his tongue over his teeth as he rolled over in his hospital bed. Even the uniform was weird-

He was in a maid outfit. A black, short-ass maid dress.

"Awww, look at him blush~ Let me have him, I think we're gonna like each other."

His face burned furiosuly at the memory. When he was first admitted, he'd been uncooperative with pretty much everyone. The "doctors,"(if that's what you could even call them), the nurses, even other patients, because he wasn't like them, dammit!

He wasn't some sex-obsessed lunatic that fucked any hole in sight, he just-

He liked certain things. A lot more than most people did, but that was fine. At least he thought it was fine.

He'd scared off all but one of the staff.

You.

He couldn't make you disappear and, for whatever reason, he'd come to appreciate your presence.

You treated him more human than anyone did in this God-forsaken hell-hole. You checked on him, catered to his needs, listened to his moans and groans about this place...

He swallowed down the excitement as he realized you would be coming in today.

The one thing that set you apart from the staff was that you knew what buttons to press with him.

"I think this thong will look so cute on you~"

"You did such a good job touching yourself for me!"

"Be a good boy and lift your ass up just a little higher for me."

It was like you could read his mind.

Yeah, that was Dabi's "problem." He liked being a toy.

Your toy.

He'd always known he had a thing for being treated like shit, but he tried to keep it on the down-low.

Too bad Daddy dearest found out.

A knock came at his door, and before he could even sit up, you were entering the room, an oddly wide grin on your face.

"How's my favorite patient?"

He narrows his eyes and rolls over in his bed to face you and the door. In your hands was a duffel bag of god knows what. "You're only this happy when you have shit to try on me," he says, eyeing the bag and trying to guess what was making those bulges from every angle in it.

You laugh and ignore him despite his bite of a response. "God, Dabi, what did I tell you about keeping these blinds open?" You walk over to his window blinds and sharply close them shut, leaving the room in the eerie purple glow of the lights above. "How are you going to masturbate with any privacy in this place?"

"What, you want me in the dark all the fucking time?" He hoists himself up on one elbow and follows you as you unpack your supplies. "Yeah, the one thing that gets me hard is a dank-ass hospital room."

"Mmm, just that? Not your favorite doctor?" You fake a pout, hand halfway in the duffel. "Even after I stretched that ass last night? Even after I played with those tits?"

He throws his head back, outwardly in exasperation and inwardly with a humming arousal in his chest. Even his low sigh could be confused for an excited groan.

And one wouldn't be wrong in thinking that.

"Why do you always..." he covers his hot face, trying to put into words what he wanted to say without sounding absolutely pathetic.

But, how could one get any more pathetic laying in a maid outfit in a rehabilitation hospital for the most debauched and depraved sex-addicts?

He swallowed and began again. "You're always describing my body like...like...you know I don't have those parts, right?"

After a moment of silence, he peeks between his hand to find you smiling down at the cat ears and cat butt-plug in your hands.

Your favorites.

When you look up, its with a craze in your eyes. And why should he be surprised?

Only the most depraved could work here.

"You're saying it would make more sense to use those words if you had those..."parts?" You tilt your head innocently. Well, as innocently as someone could with a bottle of lube in their hands now accompanying the lewd accessories.

"I guess," he muttered, his hand sliding down to his jaw and muffle his voice.

He was glad you couldn't see his cock twitching to life beneath his skirt. He loved that face. The look in your eyes right before you fuck him dumb.

"Can I show you a trick?" you ask, approaching his bed and laying your "materials" next to him. "You know the position, get in it, baby," you command, before he can answer your first question.

It always takes some time to follow your first order, but he always does it. Even now, with his head buried in his folded arms and his ass in the air, exposing his thong.

"Happy?" he bites, even through the muffle of his pillow.

He hears you donning your gloves and next came the sound of lube squirting from a bottle.

"We'll tell the insurance this was a prostate exam."

A cold finger pushes itself against the entrance of his hole and then inside him, sliding in easily.

He groans in arousal and discomfort. He guessed it wasn't entirely an entirely normal thing to prefer the feeling of surgical gloves to human fingers, but why give this hospital further justification to keep him here?

"Don't rock, baby, I've told you this before."

Right. He was already fucking himself back against your fingers despite only one being inside.

Your other gloved hand rubs his ass, lifting up the skirt to see the skin beneath it.

"You're still a little red from yesterday, so I'm not gonna spank you today."

He simply nods, hypnotized when you slip in a second finger. And then a third, and, fuck, even a fourth.

This couldn't even count as prepping when you were hitting his g-spot so earnestly that you had him moaning into his pillow. But he had, notably, reduced his writhing because, dammit, you made him want to be obedient.

And just like that, you'd slipped your fingers out, leaving him feeling empty.

"Fuck, if you're gonna prep, then fucking prep, don't..." he swallows as he realized he'd crossed a line.

Never back talk.

"I-I just mean...because it's like you're teasing..." he stutters out weak follow-up after weak follow-up, trying to backtrack from his outburst.

But, to his shock, you don't get angry at him. You laugh, in fact. Soon, something metal was pressing against him and after a moment, the metal plug end of the cattail slips inside him and slotted itself perfectly as he'd grown accustomed to.

Even then he arches his back and pants.

What were you playing at?

Any other day you would have punished him to senseless tears for the way he talked to you, but now?

He's pulled from his pondering when you adorn him with the cat ears.

"On your back, Kitty," you say, walking away to change your gloves. He obeys, wondering if you were going to come back with a cock ring like you'd had last night.

But, besides the fresh pair of gloves, you'd come back empty-handed.

He was really concerned now, especially as you mounted the bed with a grin that left his thighs trembling and his mind buzzing.

"Fuck's going on?" He growled, testing his luck with his mouthiness.

You don't answer, instead choosing to lean forward and press your lips to his. He'd kissed you before, but this...

Why was he suddenly hot? Like, burning, he...he hadn't activated his quirk, had he?

Suddenly, a buzzing emerged from between his legs. Then, a dampness in his thong. Finally, a sudden wave of inexplicable pleasure.

"Wh-what the fuck!? Why do I- mmmmh, it's not supposed to feel wet down there, what did you- ahhh- what did you do???"

He squirmed beneath you, the hospital bed creaking loudly as it usually did during your encounters. His face burned as a new warmth overtook his loins, one that he'd never felt before.

He rubbed his thighs together, trying to rid himself of the incessant ache, but you place your knees between them before he can really do anything.

"Why're you so freaked out?" You say above him, removing your scrub top. "It's just sex therapy!"

"Bullshit." His eyes scan your bare chest and abdomen, having seen it for the first time ever, really.

You laugh lightly through your nose. "Okay...Just sit still while your master plays with your little pussy, okay?"

"I told you, it's weird when- ah- haaah~ fuck!" His eyes went wide as your fingers slipped past his thong and inside him.

But not his ass.

All he heard was the slick squelch of your fingers penetrating him, and before he knew it, he was arched against his bed, gasping and reaching for the thin, cheap sheets above him.

He couldn't stop the moans, the uncharacteristic whines, the sounds coming from his- his-

"Your pussy's dripping for me, baby~" you laugh.

You gave him a pussy. What was worse was that you gave him a pussy and he liked it.

He could feel you scissoring in his walls, just like you did in his ass but it was different, this wasn't the same, it would never be the same-

He covered his face, you couldn't see him like this. Fine, make him wear the tail and the ears, keep him in the outfit, watch him roll his hips against your hand as you fold your fingers inside him-

But he'd be damned if he let you see the blissed tears running down his burning cheeks.

"Are you gonna cum, already?" You tease, noting his tells. His moans turning to breathless pants and a repeat of soft "uhn, uhn, uhn", his thighs trembling, his covering his face. "I didn't even get my dick inside you yet!"

You inside him? When he could feel every movement of your fingers, the aching of his- his clit-

He couldn't take it, even the idea of being filled-

"Not yet, Kitty." You removed your fingers from inside him, once again rendering him empty.

But it wasn't the same, this time, this time he felt as though he could cry. The tears fell faster now, he couldn't even hide them.

What were you doing to him?

He was crying because you wouldn't keep fingering his pussy!?

Furthermore, he was rejoicing when you'd slipped a bit of your cock inside him, his pussy clenching around nothing but air and your tip.

This is crazy, this is insane-

"Ohhh shitttt, ohhh shittt~ yes, fill me up, fill me up!"

He sounded insane-

"I know it's against protocol to directly penetrate your patients, but for you?" You whisper as you lean down and it let him get adjusted. "I couldn't let anyone else be the first person to use this pussy~"

You quickly grow impatient of letting him adjust and it shows because soon, light rocking turns to full-on thrusts in and out of him, fuck the slapping noise it made, fuck the squelching noise it made, fuck how loud he got-

Fuck, he was so loud-

He doesn't know what to do with himself but sit back and take it. Take getting pounded mercilessly like a little bitch.

"Seems like after tonight, you'll fit in with the other patients, hm?" You grab his jaw and turn his dissenting face back in your direction. "Think I trained my Kitty well, don't you?"

He could barely understand you, not with you grabbing the tops of his thighs and pulling his hips down into yours as you slam up into him.

"Tell me you deserve to be here, baby. Tell me you're just a depraved sex slut like the rest of the patients."

He wanted to reply, he really wanted to, but how could he when his tongue was sticking out of his mouth and his eyes were stuck in the back of his head?

"C'mon, baby, I know you can do it. Tell me you're no different, c'mon, let me hear it, baby."

"Haaaah, I'm n-no different! I-I'm the same! I deserve this!"

It wasn't much, but even you knew that he would cum before you could get more out of him, at least at the rate you were going. And, frankly, you didn't want to stop.

In fact, you wanted to take things a step further.

You grab his cock, the same cock that he'd barely registered still having, and began stroking.

And that was all that it took for Dabi, because seconds later he was clenching around you as tight as he could and cumming. It was almost like a double orgasm, what with his spurting white cum onto his black dress, and cumming clenched around you. White hot shocks sent his paralyzed body into brief jerking motions and the pleasure was immense beyond his understanding.

He would deal with the implications of this event when he wasn't still coming down from his high.

"Remember this the next time you complain about how I describe you, Dabi. Because you might just get what you wish for."

[nevernonline]

could i have (ot13 if comfortable but if not 95z and/or 96z) reaction to 14th member!reader debuting in a famous girl group aswell as being in svt, and how they would react if reader was to perform a "sexy" song during an award show <3

hi!! thank yew sm for the rec! they ended up getting LONG im so sorry, so I did everyone thru hoshi for now. if you want the rest pls come back to me lol. please enjoy, I hope you like it!! xo.

svt reactions to member and their gg doing a sexy debut concept:

seungcheol: 

You decided to keep your new debut song as a secret from the rest of the boys. A little bit because you figured they’d roast you and a little bit because you were afraid of Seungcheol's reaction to the semi-skimpy outfit you were wearing. Behind the stage you caught a small glimpse of the monitor and noticed the members sitting just directly to the right of the performance stage, a perfect spot to see you in full view. Seungcheol was somewhat of an authority figure to you and ever since you could remember he was the one you wanted to impress the most. The sound of your in-ear kicked in and a stage direction came through it was time to take your place under the bright red lights donning the arena. Out of the corner of your eye you watched as he and the rest of the group clapped wildly while the music came over the speakers. You and your red lace tights, with a matching mini dress, and black garter began the carefully practiced movements. Seungcheol’s smile fell less and less as you continued your performance, not for the reason people thought, well maybe a little. He had never seen you like that, sexy and confident parading around in a dress that just slightly covered your butt. When the night was over you headed back to your room, he was sitting waiting for you outside. Just a subtle finger wave pulled you over to him and he confessed something through his clenched jaw. You looked too good for him to handle himself and that he wanted to be the only person who got to take you home, his jealousy got the better of him that night, but he knows now you only belonged to him.

jeonghan: 

When Jeonghan found out you were debuting in a new unit he felt a little welcome of the green monster inside of him, not because you were moving on or moving up, whatever, but because he wasn’t the one controlling all of your attention anymore. You made new friends, you were off spending all of your nights practicing, getting a new hairstyle, clothes, a new life almost. It wasn’t that he hadn’t been over the moon happy for you, but that he just missed you. The days before your debut showcase, you sent a text to all the members an invitation to come watch the show, everyone replied, besides Jeonghan. It was weird to you, like, you weren’t sure the exact reasons he wouldn’t respond. He was still posting on instagram, weverse, going to work with the rest of the boys, but avoiding you. When the day finally came you saw the smiling faces of twelve of your friends in the crowd, missing the prettiest face of them all. You took your marks lying down on the floor, feeling your adrenaline rushing in your veins. As the saxophone started your hips left their original position on the floor and your head raised up greeted with the familiar lips of Jeonghan, smirking in your face. You felt the blood in your body boil, forcing you to hit the sultry choreography even harder than you normally would. Essentially showing off for him, grinding your hips fully into the movement, never leaving his gaze. After the showcase was over you and your members were all in the greenroom celebrating, when a knock came onto the door. A bouquet of flowers with a small pink note sticking out of them. ‘Down for a private showcase and an apology? 8:00pm at my place. Please come.’ - JH.

joshua:

When it came to you Joshua was just a little awkward, he never knew how to relate to you, not that he didn’t want to, it was just that you were fundamentally different. The members were asked to react for your group's YouTube channel to your new music video to a new title track called ‘What would you do?’ The concept was based around a girl having too many options for her next boyfriend after her ex was too jealous to keep her around. The reactions from the rest of the group were explosive and loud as they watched you and your members flirting with different guys in outfits that left basically nothing to the imagination. There was a moment in the music video that had him side eyeing the group around him, cheering you on as you kissed a random extra on the mouth, before he stripped you of your button down t-shirt. The feeling in his stomach was something he never felt towards you before. Suddenly he felt like that video was a message, Joshua was always jealous of the amount of male attention you had gotten, especially from outside people who you didn’t even know. He always tried to protect you from the gaze of them or their advances towards you. He realized how much he related to your on screen boyfriend, the one who wasn’t sure how to handle their partner getting a little too much attention from other sources and not enough from them, but he never made it clear that he felt that way and it wasn’t fair that he could be so filled with envy when you’re just doing your job. When the black screen came on the laptop, you asked the seventeen members their thoughts, Joshua stayed pretty quiet, just agreeing with the praises from everyone else. As the room became more empty he took a chance to come over to you and tell you his own thoughts without the camera rolling or other ears listening in. He admitted his jealousy and the reasons why he has been awkward around you as of late. It’s because he wanted you badly, but he was too shy until now to say it. 

jun: 

You and Jun had been secretly dating for over a year, it was easy to do. I mean mostly everyone saw you together twenty-four-seven anyway. You’ve been best friends at the company since you both got your contracts. Two friends who didn’t speak each other's languages but were willing to learn and grow together. When you got the invitation to debut in a new group outside of him, he was ecstatic for you, celebrating all the hard work you both put in for many years. It wasn’t hard telling him everything about what you and the rest of the girls were practicing and working on, you constantly showed him clips and had him listen to recordings from your debut EP you had been working on. One night you and Jun were sitting on the floor of your dorm, looking through the work you both had to do for the coming days when he came across a new file of your dance practice. He spotted you right away, tight white tank top and short denim shorts, your long socks pulled up past your knees. Before pressing play he flipped the screen of the ipad toward you with a menacing look on his face, basically begging for you to come clean about this particular video. He knew the concept of your group was not childish like girl crush or high schoolers, but he didn’t expect it to be so, what did he call it? Dirty? You prompted him to press play and he did multiple times over.

soonyoung:

Soonyoung wasn't used to you asking for help, especially with dance. But when you called him for help he was happy to oblige you and give you any advice you needed, you booked out a studio space, a room with dark colored walls and sultry lighting, soonyoung had come before you to warm up and mess around with some choreography on his own. The padlock of the door buzzed, revealing you in an oversized hoodie covering the tight pair of shorts underneath. Your hair was down, you had no makeup on, but you were accompanied by the singular black bar chair you dragged in your hand behind you. “Soony, hi. Thank you for coming.” Soonyoung greeted you and ran up to your side, helping you with your bag and the ominous chair. “I’m shocked you needed my help.” You shake your head, knowing exactly where he was coming from, but he was your only hope of getting comfortable with your new concept. Someone brave and not shy when it came to performing. “Once you see what it is, maybe you’ll think differently.” The bright screen of your laptop ignited between you as you pressed play to watch your performance leader and the choreographer dancing a passionate partner dance, involving that very black chair the male had been confused about before. “You guys are doing this?” You just shook your head yes pressing pause on the rest of the video where your male counterpart will exit the stage. “If you don’t want to help it’s okay, I get it.” Soonyoung pressed himself up off the ground, and grabbed your hands indicating he was willing to help. “No, I do. Come on.” He remembered all the times you were shy of physical touch, except from him. As you worked on the dance you had gotten closer and closer, his hands rested on your lower back as you twirled your body around the chair, ending with a moment of you straddling his thighs before the ending of his part where he picks you up for a partner lift, holding your barely clothes butt in his hands. He couldn’t imagine you getting the opportunity to do this with anybody else, not to mention in front of a crowd of people and many more online. As your body slid it’s way down his and you tried to break contact to walk and stop the music, he couldn’t let go. 

[avatar-anna]

hiii, im from brazilll

you can write something like swiftie!yn going to the first show of the eras tour with harry and he is all in love looking at her all emotional and have fun

"If I don't have red lipstick all over me by the end of the night, I'll be very surprised," Harry mused, trailing behind you as you pulled him along.

You turned back to look at him, sparkly red cowboy hat catching the light. "Is that what you want?"

"It's what I expect," he clarified. "You get rather affectionate when you're in a particularly good mood."

"I've never heard you complain about that," you said, letting Harry drape an arm around your shoulders so you could walk together.

"And I never will. Why do you think I work so hard to make you happy?"

Rolling your eyes, you tipped your head back. Your hand found his chin, pulling him down for a kiss. Grinning, you said, "Well, this lipstick claims to be one hundred percent transfer proof, so no lipstick stains tonight."

To your surprise, Harry frowned. "How is anyone supposed to know I'm yours?"

"I'll look for my lipgloss when we get to our seats."

"You better."

Harry knew this was a special night for you, so he tried to let you enjoy it without being all over you. He wanted to let you dance and scream song lyrics at the top of your lungs without him getting in the way. It ended up working out for him, though. His view from behind as he watched you watch your favorite artist was more captivating to him than the concert he was currently attending.

Your white go-go boots with pink hearts on them and matching mini skirt elongated your legs, plush tan skin on display and making Harry's heart skip a beat. He was aware of course that there were people all around, so he tried his best not to stare so openly, but it wasn't easy, especially when you began dancing.

Harry half expected for you to completely ignore him the entire concert. He didn't mind, obviously. Taylor Swift was your favorite artist of all time and you were at the first night of the Eras Tour. Harry was there to enjoy a good concert, but he knew it was so much more for you.

But he was prepared. He had tissues in his pockets for when you cried, makeup wipes for when you returned to the car and eventually wanted to wipe all the glitter off your face, your comfiest pair of slippers waiting in the car, and one of his hoodies for you to slip into on the drive home.

Color him shocked when you held his hand almost the whole show. There were moments where you had too much excitement for your favorite songs, but a lot of the time you were tucked into Harry's side, singing along quietly with your eyes glued to the stage. Harry watched the show too, but he found himself watching you more. It was so cute to see you so lost in the moment, so enamored by music. Harry had seen something similar when he spotted you from onstage at his own shows, but this was different. You loved Harry's music, he knew that, but every track, every lyric, every melody that Taylor Swift had released was everything to you.

"Why didn't you wear the outfit from the music video?" Harry whispered in your ear when "You Belong With Me" came to a close. He was joking, but of course you had a serious answer.

"I'm saving it for another date. Thought I would be more dressed up for the first night." Looking over at him, you grinned before kissing his cheek. "Don't worry. I already have your outfit planned out."

Harry shook his head, exasperated but not at all surprised. "Can't wait."

During "Enchanted," you took Harry by surprise and turned to face him and rested your cheek on his chest. In your boots, you were tall enough to speak quietly in his ear despite all the noise.

"I loved this song when it first came out."

"You did?"

You nodded, one hand finding his and threading your fingers together. "I used to wonder if anyone could really feel that strongly for anyone. So...giddy and enchanted and completely and totally in love. It seemed so out of reach at the time, like an actual fairytale written as a song."

Harry bent his head down so he could look you in the eye. Yours were closed, enjoying the moment, the song being performed onstage. "Did you ever figure it out?"

"I met you." That was all you needed to say, really.

A smile spread across Harry's face as he rested his forehead against yours. His heart beat rapidly in his chest at her small confession. He knew exactly what you meant. Harry wasn't sure if you knew it, if you were even aware of it, but you'd changed his life completely. He'd been in love maybe once or twice before, but it was nothing compared to the feelings he had for you. It was...he supposed you were right, it really was something like magic.

"I love you," he said, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke each word.

You kissed his cheek a couple times before pressing your lips to his. Harry was sure you were trying your best to make good on your promise and leave a mark, and he hoped it worked. The kiss didn't last long, seeing as you were both still aware enough of your surroundings that you knew better than to let things get too heated. But you smiled against his mouth and squeezed his hand appreciatively, happy to share one of the greatest nights of your life with the person you loved most in the world.

"I love you too," you said, then turned around, letting Harry's arm pull you close to his chest and keep you nice and snug there for the next couple songs.

[babyniigo]

Im here to the rescue!! Little Mizu head canons plz

Maybe about her playing online dress up games? Or playing dress up in general? I can see her and her cgs setting up little fashion shows where she gets to dress them all up ^^

Btw, love your blog, and have a good day <3

Little Mizuki! And CG! Niigo

Aaa I have so many!

When mizu is around (4-7) she loooves playing online games! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

She adores sitting on Ena’s lap while she plays her little dress up games and shows her cg, who claps and tells her how well she’s done! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

Then some day she got introduced to the game Dress To Impress!

She worked so hard on her outfit… but got third place ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

The poor baby cried so much Mafuyu had to console her and comfort her that she’s done well and that the game wasn’t fair… ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა

Kanade ends up being the one to use all her monitors to create accounts so she can vote Mizuki’s outfit the best so Mizu wins first place!!!

Happiest baby ever !!! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

Also also!!! She loves dressing up with her caregivers. On movie nights she picks all of them pretty princess dresses and claps happily when they walk out the room in their dresses!

Ofc she also wears her own pink aurora gown hehe! Prettiest princess ever ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

They then have their weekly Friday princesses and cuddles movie night! Mizu is so happy to be a princess and to be matching with her cgs as princess too!! ( > 〰 < )♡

Also!! Thank you for your kind words! I hope you have a wonderful day/night ahead!!! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[yanderefarm]

Doll anon here this me when people compliment me: ( 〃▽〃) seriously it makes me happy that we all similarly want to treat Silvan like a stress ball, idk if this will be as good but more doll thoughts

Imagine someone somehow accidentally or even purposefully scarring Silvan, im thinking like large gash or burn over one of his eyes, and when Silvan awakes and realizes i can only imagine the absolute despair especially with his master being nowhere to be seen, just the maids and doctor, eventually there's no choice but for him to be completely strapped to his bed, both for the safety of others and especially himself, he still tries of course, wailing until his voice is gone the entire time, eventually he just stops and becomes completely unresponsive, well until his master finally comes back, maids in toe, with loads of new clothes and makeup, masks, eyepatches, and matching outfits for every occasion, he probably wont realize the truth at first, assuming his master is just getting an idea of how he will be posed and clothed while displayed with the others, and yet even in the face of such things, part of him is overjoyed, his master isnt throwing him away!!! He can still be a decent doll for his master!!!! It isnt until reader throws a party dressing Silvan to the nines, the purpose of the party being for reader to show off how exactly they make their dolls, of course to Silvan's suprise he's not the one being used as an example, no insteads its the person who hurt him, and as Silvan watches in both a bit of horror and awe, he notices something, your going out of your way to make this as painful for the person as possible, this isnt just a matter of showing off your skills, its a warning, anyone who touches whats yours will live to regret it, if its the last thing you do, Silvan is practically starstruck through the whole party, but he swears his heart might beat out of his chest after its over, when you sit him down and kiss and hold his smaller hands in yours, when you apologize! For leaving him for so long, reader explains they had to go a decent distance to custom order Silvans new clothes and accessories, especially the makeup really its practically a crime how far away you have to go for that particular brand, but of course, its all worth it in the end, anything for your favorite doll :) and as unfortunate as this all is really, he does look quite cute with his new lacy eyepatches and porcelain masks, if anything it just makes him look more and more like a real doll, your precious doll :)

THIS IS SO CUTE AAAAAAAA

i think he'd have some lasting insecurities about it too. he has to be supervised at all times because if he looks in the mirror when he's alone he'll start to panic and he'll end up hurting himself. with some constant escort like a maid or a guard he can't get the chance to.

sometimes it hurts too especially if its a burn he can feel the phantom pain in his face and it's terrible. he's waking up in the middle of the night screaming and crying in pain and fear because not only does it hurt but it reminds him that he's ugly. the only traits he's good for and one of them is ruined!! he needs lots of late night cuddles

[luonae]

whew im finally done with my PL oc/custom eris i suppose. (well i wanted to draw him more but im bored) embarrassingly long post ahead so brace yourself

collection of his fits: (fun fact, all of them have a reference to milo somewhere like hearts, the cross earring M milo has, or just the letter M... also shaped like a heart)

he puts the war in wardrobe. (i couldnt stop myself from giving him multiple outfits since taking care of his looks is a pretty significant part of his character)

ok yapping time (even this is actually very condensed from what ive written):

- his favorite manipulation tactics involve shaming and guilt tripping. hes really subtle about them. also playing innocent

- he grew up with an alcoholic physically abusive father and was taught to play up his cuteness so his father would have a harder time lashing out at him and pity him, which is why he takes a lot of care of his appearance and looks. he weaponizes them and uses them as a defense mechanism too

- overconfident hedonist who fucks around and finds out lol. good at adapting to match other peoples energy and needs

- naturally book smart but not street smart. hes very well known in college for his consistently good grades. he uses his helplessness in daily situations to play the damsel in distress role (trust this guy to weaponize even his weakness)

- out of all the milos hes most similar to M milo (but hes actually introverted). his favorite milo would be pre though (he likes how miserable he looks and finds it endearing. also he likes cute things and bunnies and pre milo is the cutest to him... and the bunny one)

- if i had to liken him to any pre existing characters, the closest would be chae yul from secret alliance

- he doesnt care about 99% of things in life so its hard to see him stressed out. the only thing he cares about is milo. he thinks manipulating milo is okay because in the end milo will love him and be happy to be with him, and he will be happy to be with milo too, so its a win-win (dont mind the ethics of this logic)

- uses milo like a servant or a guard dog (v milo rejoice, youre perfect). hes really lazy and clumsy, bad at household chores. hes actually very protective of milo though. he may be bossy and manipulative towards him but if someone else hurts milo he will immediately take matters into his own hands. hes squeamish and weak to blood and gore (which would suck when hes with v milo) but he would definitely start maiming anyone who hurts milo (aside from himself lol)

- his best subject was math. his worst subject was history. his hobbies are mostly solitary activities like gaming, drawing, taking walks, and dancing

extras: he heard milo likes bunnies

and... while drawing all those colorful outfits i could only think of one thing...

(this would actually never happen because he would never apologize)

oh and i almost forgot to include these

ok last fun fact: his favorite endings would definitely be the killer (v) and arsonist (m) endings (very funny how in both of these he transforms milo into a national menace) but his least favorites would be kidnapped/taken (v) and walls (m). he would especially hate the walls one. milo get out!!!! he wants to see you!!!!!!!!

[snowseasonmademe]

break of dawn pt. 1

“i don’t want the sun to shine i wanna make love”

“i don’t know what im gon’ do i cant stop lovin’ you”

summary

you and your husband have busy schedules and haven’t seen each other in far too long. you crave his touch (and his dick) more and more as the days apart go on. when it finally comes time to go on a date after so long, you bring out a scandalous piece of clothing to make sure you both get a happy ending by the end of the night……or the beginning of the next day.

warnings❗️: smut

word count: 1,247

paring: aurélien x chef reader (black fem reader) (the reader understands french)

note: hi everyone! this is my first fic ever. i’m really excited to share it. i decided to make it two parts just because i thought that would be fun. we need more aurél girlies so im happy to add more fics for us. i hope you all like it and of course constructive criticism is always welcome. enjoy!

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one of the things your husband loved most about you is your style. he loved that you could switch it up and truly pull off any look. seeing you express yourself through clothes made him love you even more, even after years of marriage. but honestly even if you walked out in an old trash bag he would still think you looked beautiful.

of course you loved to dress to the nines and tonight was no different. date night. you had been waiting two weeks for this date. being that the both of you had busy schedules with him traveling for matches every week and you being an very well known chef, sometimes your schedules clashed. it had been two excruciatingly long weeks of you craving just a little bit more of your husbands attention. fourteen lonely, long nights where you felt so needy that even a sexy phone call wouldn’t fix it. all you wanted was to feel your husband on top of you groaning and speaking french sweet nothings about how good you feel around his dick as he stretches you out perfectly. and tonight you had a mission to get just that.

you stood in front of the mirror trying your best not to fall to your knees due to the fiery gaze of your husband, who was leaned back in the chair on the other side of the room, legs wide, intensely watching you get ready. you pulled down the hem of your short black dress and called to your husband to help you put on your next articles of clothing.

“aurél, baby can you help me with my stockings please”

he gets up smiling softly and walking up behind you snaking his hands around you waist and burying his face in your neck to kiss you slowly a few times. “you look so good……..i could cancel our dinner reservation…….et juste te mange à la place bébé” (and just eat you instead baby)” he whispers between kisses, saying the last part in french and biting your earlobe. he knows what he’s doing. he knows you love it when he dirty talks in french. you can feel your self getting wetter and hotter by the second.

you moan softly biting your lip and then laugh lightly. “i would love that too baby trust me” you say turing around to meet his eyes, putting your arms around his neck. “but i want to spend time with you…….and just talk. i miss talking to you” you explain as you kiss him softly you then step back and begin to admire his outfit as well. you look at him up and down. slowly dragging your hands down his chest inching closer to his waistband. his black tailored dress pants extenuating his strong muscular legs, and black shirt that hugged every arm and chest muscle making you almost drool.

damn he’s so fine. i can’t wait to suck his di-

your thoughts were cut off by aurélien reminding you about the rest of your outfit

“your stockings? let me get these on you so we can go” he says grabbing your hand and leading you to sit on the chair he was sitting on minutes ago. he stands in front of you looking you dead in the eyes, towering over you with the black sheer knee high stockings in his hand. your heart dropped up as he gets down on his knees in front of you and lifts one of your legs, exposing your lacy black thong underneath making him moan quietly. he leaves sloppy kisses from you ankle to your upper thigh, painfully slow, never breaking eye contact.

of course he’s teasing me right now. if he keeps this up i swear i’ll edge him for an hour when we get back. you thought knowing good and well aurél would never let that happen. he is far too dominant in bed to let you edge him for THAT long.

“aurélien” you say giving him a stern stare

“don’t act like you don’t want me to fuck you right now” he says with a smile on his face as he finally puts on your stockings and stands up, walking away to get his phone and keys. “okay. yes i do. but we will have all the time when we get back. we’ll fully miss the reservation if i leave it up to you” you say chuckling a little bit and putting on your red high heels.

you reach over to the table next you, grab some perfume. his favorite perfume and spray it on you. the one that almost got you pregnant and few weeks ago. as soon as the smell hits his nose his thoughts immediately go back to the memories of that night. ~ just you and him in the south of france. you on your stomach and him on top of you holding you closer than he ever thought was possible with his plush lips right next to your ear talking you through every single stroke. ”Ça fait du bien, n'est-ce pas bébé ? Tu aimes à quel point je te baise, hm?” (that feels good right baby? you love how good i fuck you, hm?) fucking you deep and hard into the mattress. “fuuuuuuuuck baby you’re gonna make me cum agaiiiiinnn uuugghhhhhhhh” your pussy squeezing and gushing around him while you shake uncontrollably and grip the sheets so hard you feel like you might break you whole hand. soaking his thighs, your thighs and the sheets underneath you in your sticky sweetness. you crying out his name for the 5th time that night with all the air you have left in your lungs. he couldn’t stop if he wanted to. the mix of the scent of you arousal filling the air and that perfume drove him absolutely crazy~ he wanted nothing more than to just skip the date, stay home and make love to you until the break of dawn. but his wife wants to spend real, quality time with him and who is he to deny her of her desires?

“baby? hello? are you ready to go?” you say laughing at your husband clearly being lost in his thoughts. “yes i’m all ready mon sucre” (my sugar) his accent heavy, grabbing your hand and kissing your head as you both head to the car. his hand moving to you lower back. he resists grabbing a handful of your ass, avoiding you turing around and slapping his chest in annoyance.

Je la mets enceinte ce soir.........merde, laisse-moi penser à autre chose pour que je ne deviens pas dur en ce moment (i’m getting her pregnant tonight………shit let me think of something else so i don’t get hard right now)

he thinks to himself as he opens the passenger door to let you in the car. you smile at him sitting in the passenger seat. he gets in and reaches over to put your seatbelt on for because he knows you forget sometimes. when he buckles your seatbelt and he grazes over your hip a little. you sigh and look out the window to try and compose yourself before you end up on top of him putting him inside you in the driver seat. he notices you pressing your thighs together to try and get a little bit of relief. his warm hand caresses you thigh where your stockings meet your skin firmly. “relax bébé i’ll take care of you after our date i promise” he says sweetly kissing your cheek and then backs out of the driveway.

this is going to be a long night

you both think in unison.

that’s all for part one!! part two will be out soon. please like, comment and repost. love yall🤍

[rodolfoparras]

you made me think about price pregnant now...

cuddling with the baby belly after stressful days, price being on leave because of his pregnancy and he's super worried since you're still in active duty and going on operations.

Price gets soo clingy, but can you really blame him? years in the battlefield have left him someone who cares about others before himself, but now he's under all these hormones and needs someone to help him instead

you're his entire world and it heats up price's heart you being soso attentive both to the baby and him, although he wishes you'd be rougher with him sometimes, because he isn't fragile nor weak, just going through a tough period of time!!

besides being clingy, he's also a very needy man. even more than normal! the thought that you're both already so committed to each other probably turns him on to no end and he often finds himself getting horny after overthinking your relationship at night ..... of course, you're there to comfort him as always, in multiple ways!

his stamina obviously isn't the same as before, both age and his pregnancy took a toll on him and he gets so tired after that he falls asleep like a baby, and so happy with everything. the way you'd be snuggled up would not have people thinking that you just fucked really hard.

im a dombot!price activist and i wholeheartedly believe that he would insist on being the one to dom regardless of how much you tell him otherwise, how much you tell him that he shouldn't wear himself out, because who are you to tell him that? price knows how limits very well.

I JUST WENT ON A RAMBLE THERE ... MIND FULL OF THOUGHTS (AND PRICE'S CUNT FILLED WITH CUM 🙏 GODBLESS)

-🌷

TULIP ANONIE I WOULD GIVE YOU MOON SUN AND STARS

Thinking about Price who feels a wee bit insecure about his new body, who keeps avoiding his reflection in the mirror and talking in such harsh way about himself, on top of that he’s starting to think you don’t find him attractive anymore

so he buys a lingerie red and sheer thinking it would give him some confidence but as soon as it arrives it won’t fit on him and he starts crying out of frustration and you walk through the door like what’s going on and he’s like I’m so so stupid and you’re like hey hey hey and he’s like it won’t fit and you’re like what won’t fit love and he’s like “this” he says while signaling to the outfit he’s wearing and it’s only now you actually register what he’s wearing since you walked in and sprung in action when you saw him crying

and you’re like sweetheart what’s this you say softly while wiping his cheeks and he’s like wanted to dress up- wanted to get pretty for you and you’re baffled because what does he mean?? To you he always looks pretty even with only a pair of old sweats on him so you’re like sweetheart what are you talking about there’s no need to get all pretty for me you say sounding as honest as ever while prying the hands away from his face “I think you always look pretty” you say to him and of course hormone have him already spilling tears and he’s like really and you don’t even answer instead him you let him feel and his eyes widen before a blush creeps up his cheeks matching the very same color of the lingerie he’s wearing

Early on hes easily able to ride you but as the months go on it becomes harder and harder for him, body aching and getting tired easily but you know how much it means to have control in bed so what do you do ? you burry your head between his legs allowing him to direct you with his own hands and he’s so fucking happy because it finally feels like he’s in control of things tears trickling down his cheeks as he guides you with his hand towards his release

Price who still doesn’t have a ring but has a bump to prove that you belong to him and he belongs to you, get so horny at the thought of it and starts fingering himself, even going as far as to imagine a ring on those very same slick fingers, who’ll get hot around the collar when you put a possessive hand on his stomach, who will proudly waddle around on his base because everyone knows he’s carrying your baby,

[manicpixiefelix]

Felix volunteering as a Christmas elf in a mall or Christmas village and omg, him in his costume is so adorable and he's having so much fun in the way only a filthy rich trust fund kid can. There's a huge line of girls who just want to talk to him

okay but this is fantastic as someone who's worked as a santa's elf myself, i can picture this so well

because Felix makes it absolutely magical for the kids, always fully committed to the bit, treating them like absolute royalty and matching their excited energy to meet Santa. there's a line of girls for felix, yes, but there's also countless mothers who see this wonderful young man interacting with their kids and they suddenly feel like a teenager with a crush for the five minutes they get to interact with him.

there's a few different people who play santa throughout the week and Felix get to know them all. they're fond of his enthusiasm and he comes to love how many of them do this despite the low pay because it's worth it to make the children happy.

felix spending down time on a slow day sitting down like a little kid on the christmas set, listening to the santas tell stories about their favourite moments from the past few years since they'd started dressing as santa. he's so caught up in the magic of it all.

that being said, there's a few other elves that he works with and while they're all kind, not all of them can or want to match his energy. he also gets the nickname Buddy from the 2003 movie Elf, where Will Ferrell plays a human 'elf' who is much taller than all the actual elves. you get the idea. he also gets called this (at first jokingly) by quite a few of the people who come to meet Santa for the exact same reason. he's a very tall elf. i love him.

the other elves will always push felix towards the nervous or bratty children, as he's kind of magic at getting them settled.

while the other elves he works with quickly become immune to his nonsense and most of his charms, the one that sometimes catches people off guard is whenever he offers to hold babies of often frantic mothers, who usually have quite a few children to try and get settled in with Santa.

please im begging you, picture felix in an elf outfit, gently cradling and rocking a crying child, smiling so warmly down at the little baby in his arms, softly cooing 'it's alright, you're going to be such a perfect little angel for santa, aren't you?" and being so pleased when the baby stops crying and babbling at him. the mother is both surprised and relieved, and felix just shrugs like it's the easiest thing in the world, telling her it's no trouble at all.

however the minute someone mentions that he's going to be a good dad, he gets this panicked look that alarms his coworkers. they never bring that idea up again. (he's like 18 of course he panics lol)

felix being both flattered and horrified by his groupies, since most of them are teenage girls who try and flirt with him using christmas-themed pick up lines and he's never had to deal with being hit on at work before but It's Not Fun. yes the other elves find his predicament endlessly funny, but they do also cover for him without question when he gets too uncomfortable and needs to hide around the back of the set. they can, will, and have called security on his behalf and they will do it again.

it's for this reason that their team especially grows to be very close and quite good friends over the season. a lot of the older elves, or even just those who have been doing it a few years and may have some similar experiences (though usually not as frequent or as intense as felix's) become very protective over him. they get drinks together, and exchange little christmas gifts at the end of the season. felix is very excited to get all of his coworkers gifts, he picks them out all special and personalised on his day off. when he puts effort in, i genuinely believe felix could be a fantastic gift giver.... however i also believe he doesn't get invested often enough in the idea of given presents for that to be much of a known fact about him. in fact, i think his family believes he's terrible at giving gifts. anyways.

just...... christmas elf!felix being so enamoured by the magic of it all, even in the middle of a busy shopping mall. he so would be.

[mephinomaly]

[TL] BIOHAZARD/Chapter 11

[ This post uses Ois~su ♪ ]

Koga: Whaddya mean…?

The hell, Adonis. You were the boss of those ‘vampires’!?

Adonis: T-this is really uncomfortable to listen to. I don’t remember that.

But I do remember the rebellion.

Oogami won’t forget. Some of the details differ, but this is what happened to us.

This is the story of how we came to be.

Koga: Yeah… I could never forget this.

Oh yeah oh yeah. ‘Vampire’ wasn’t a funny name though.

It’s true that those guys who called themselves Sakuma-senpai’s successors were causin’ a racket downtown.

But Sakuma-senpai had already left to go overseas, so I couldn’t tell ‘im—

If he’d got pissed at them, his devotees probably would've gotten scared ‘n quieted down.

’Cos he wasn’t here, us lot still in Japan hadta do somethin’ ourselves.

Rei: Quite right, and that’s what is weird about this. At this time, I wasn’t in Japan.

I don’t recall sneaking back home… My memory must be failing me.

Kaoru: Right? I don’t remember being your main point of contact either. I only started getting involved at a much later date.

Adonis: I agree. Wasn’t it that Hasumi-senpai caught wind of the no good doers’ rampage and began acting on his own volition?

Koga: Hmph. That guy was the vice-president of the student council, he was doin’ it for brownie points.

’Cos of that, everybody started thinkin’ the student council was the best thing ever.

On top of that, their authority increased and the scope of their activities got bigger too. That four-eyed bastard got so busy he cut ties with us.

But. The first thing he did was contact me ‘n Adonis and we started workin’ as Deadmanz.

Us, Deadmanz, are Sakuma-senpai’s real successors. That’s why we hadta shut up those losers who claimed they were.

We was mainly active in the livehouse, ‘n we got more ‘n more famous. Everyone down here supported us.

Kaoru: Compared to those hooligans wearing matching outfits, you guys were just doing your idol activities - you were pretty much harmless.

It would have been way better for us locals if you guys had said you were Rei-kun’s successors.

Maybe it was because I was always around you guys that people were saying I was a member of Deadmanz. It started to really annoy me.

And Hasumi-kun, without asking me, wrote my name down on the official documents and made me your guys' friend.

Maybe he thought that if he did that, it would stop me from skiving?

Rei: I’ll defend Hasumi-kun’s reputation and confess - those were my instructions.

That was my one condition. I temporarily returned to Japan, and told off those hooligans who were causing a ruckus.

Only those in Deadmanz were my successors, my comrades. Due to my authoritativeness, I was able to calm even those who were the most worked up.

Kaoru: Well, to your devotees, you putting your foot down was probably the equivalent of a divine message from God. You’re not exactly going to stand up to God scolding you.

Koga: Yeah yeah. His devotees got all depressed and fucked off somewhere else.

Rei: Quite. And with that, the case came to a close. Happy times ♪

Koga: I remember it took ages to get t’that point though. Prolly ‘cos you didn’t come back home for a while, Sakuma-senpai.

Rei: That’s because old me had grown to hate just about everything. Honestly, it was rather bothersome.

But the foundations of the UNDEAD we know today had been laid, so it was all worth it in the end, hm?

Whilst Hasumi-kun pulled out midway through, the main members of UNDEAD were brought together whilst all that turmoil was occurring.

Then, before any of us could say anything, Koga had changed the name to UNDEAD—

Deadmanz had been reanimated and was alive once again, as UNDEAD.

Kaoru: Look how far we've come.

Adonis: Umu. What we don’t understand now is how events that are taking place right in front of our eyes are inconsistent with ‘historical fact’.

Maybe because this is just a dream, so things are unfolding in ways we don’t understand—

If this is intentional, what’s the reason for all of this?

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Chapter 10

Chapter 12

[jayoonology]

𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 | 𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝗮/𝗻 - IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPDATE THIS 😭😭 literally I have no excuse I’m just lazy. I hope you enjoy this chapter tho!! Lots more y/n and soobin !! And I’ve made it extra long 🙏🙏 IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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You couldn’t contain your excitement when Saturday rolls around. You’ve been giddy all week, desperately waiting to go to the football game with Yeonjun. You jump out of bed and head straight to your closet, eager to pick out the perfect outfit for the occasion. You start with a pair of light-wash high-waisted jeans, which hug your curves perfectly. You pair them with a cute cropped tank top in a pastel shade of pink, which has a delicate lace trim around the neckline. To complete the look, you slip on a pair of chunky white sneakers and accessorise with a delicate gold necklace and some oversized hoop earrings. You take a quick glance in the mirror and grin - you look cute and stylish, exactly the kind of look you were going for.

As you skip down the stairs, humming a happy tune, your mother looks up from her newspaper and raises an eyebrow. "What's got you in such a good mood this morning?" she asks, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

You grin widely, practically bouncing with excitement. "It's game day, Mum!" you exclaim, practically bursting with anticipation. "I'm going to see Yeonjun play in the football match today!"

Your mother chuckles softly at your enthusiasm, shaking her head in amusement. "Well, I hope he plays well for you," she says, returning to her paper with a smile. “But be careful okay? I don’t want to see your heart again.”

You stop humming and look at your mother, surprised at her sudden caution. "What do you mean?" you ask, slightly confused.

"Well, I just don't want to see you get hurt again," she says, her tone gentle. "I know how much you liked Dongsik, and when that ended, it was hard on you. I just want you to be careful when it comes to boys."

You nod, understanding where she's coming from. "Don't worry, Mum," you reassure her. “Yeonjun and I are just friends for now.” You can't help but wonder why everyone seems to be bringing up Dongsik lately. First, it was Mrs Kim teasing you and Soobin at the café, then Soobin asking if you'll get back together with him, and now your mom reminding you to be careful around Yeonjun because of what happened with Dongsik. You let out a sigh and shake your head, trying to push those thoughts aside. You know that what happened with Dongsik was just a part of the story and that it was all pre-determined by the writer. But still, you can't help but feel a little annoyed that everyone keeps bringing it up.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sudden pinging of your phone. It’s Beomgyu.

“We’re outside, come quick.” He groans, “And get some snacks okay?” Before you could say another word, Beomgyu hangs up. You chuckle to yourself, it was quite typical for Beomgyu to act like this on a Saturday morning.

“Mum, I’m leaving,” You announce, grabbing your bag and heading out the door.

“Okay! Have fun honey.” She shouts back as you exit.

You walk out of your house and see a bright red convertible parked in front of your driveway. It's Cat's car, and you recognize it immediately. Beomgyu is sitting on the passenger seat, scrolling through his phone. You walk over to the car, and Beomgyu looks up and greets you with a lazy smile, “Did you get snacks?” You throw a candy bar at him through the window.

As you step into the car, you're greeted with the sound of Cat's upbeat playlist and the smell of their fruity perfume. Beomgyu grins at you through the rearview mirror. "So, are you ready to see your football prince today?"

You roll your eyes, but you can feel your cheeks starting to flush. "Shut up, Beomgyu. It's not like that."

"Oh, come on, Y/N. We all know you have a crush on him. It's so obvious."

You groan and slump down in your seat. "Can we just go to the game, please?"

Cat chuckles, pulling out of your driveway, "Don't worry, we'll get you to your man in no time." You can feel your face getting even hotter as you look out the window, but a small smile tugs at the corners of your lips. You can’t lie, you are quite excited to see Yeonjun play and the fact he invited you himself just adds to it.

As the car pulls up to the football field, you can hear the sounds of the crowd and the excitement in the air. The sun is setting, casting a warm glow over the field. You can see Yeonjun and the rest of the team warming up on the field, their jerseys glistening under the stadium lights. You can hear the excitement in the air as everyone cheers and screams in support of their team. The smell of freshly cut grass and concession stand food fills your nose as you make your way to your seats.

As you make your way towards the pitch, you notice Taehyun waving at you from the field. You smile and wave back, making your way over to him.

"Hey Y/N," Taehyun greets you with a smile.

“Hi Taehyun,” you reply, returning the smile. “Are you ready for the game?”

"I have a feeling we're going to win today." He laughs, taking a sip from his water.

"Really? Against this super tough team?" you say sceptically.

"Don't worry about it," Taehyun reassures you with a grin. "Yeonjun's got this. He's the main character, remember?"

You roll your eyes playfully. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But even main characters can't win all the time."

Taehyun shrugged, "Hey, I'm just saying. In the manhwa, Yeonjun always comes out on top."

You laughed, "Well, I hope you're right. I don't want to be on the losing team."

"Don't worry, we've got this," Taehyun reassured you with a grin. "Plus, we have some secret weapons up our sleeves."

"Secret weapons?" you questioned, intrigued.

Taehyun smirked, "Yeah, but I can't give away all our secrets. You'll just have to wait and see."

you suddenly feel a pair of arms wrap around you tightly from behind. "Y/N! You made it!" Yuqi, one of the cheerleaders, exclaims happily. You turn around and smile, returning her hug. "Of course, I wouldn't miss it for anything," you reply.

Yuqi seems surprised to see you with Taehyun, "Oh, I didn't know you two knew each other," she says, looking between you and Taehyun. You nod, "Yeah, we're friends."

Yuqi's eyes light up, "That's great! Maybe you could come cheer with us sometime," she suggests, excitedly.

You chuckle, "I don't think I have the coordination for that, but I'll definitely come watch and cheer from the sidelines."

Yuqi grins, "That works too! Let's hope our team wins today, it's going to be a tough match," she says, her cheerleader spirit shining through.

The piercing sound of the whistle echoes through the field, indicating the match is about the begin. You quickly say your goodbyes and good lucks to Yuqi and Taehyun, making your way off the pitch.

You turn to leave for your seat, but suddenly feel a hand on your wrist. You turn around to see Yeonjun holding onto you with a playful grin on his face.

"Hey, Y/N, are you really going to leave without saying hi to me?" he says, still holding onto your wrist.

You felt a slight blush creep up on your cheeks, “Shouldn’t you be on the pitch Yeonjun?” You retort.

He leans in closer to you, his breath hot on your cheek, still holding onto your wrist, “How am I supposed to play if you don’t wish me luck?”

You turn to see his deep brown eyes, your face dangerously close to his, “Good luck Yeonjun.”

He smiles satisfactorily, letting go of your wrist before running down to the pitch. You feel your heartbeat even faster, in disbelief that something like this even happened. You’ve been dreaming of this for ages.

As you make your way to your seat, you can already feel the knowing gaze of your friends.

"Ooh, Y/N, Yeonjun was totally flirting with you!" Kai giggles, nudging your arm.

Yunjin chimes in, "Just friends my ass."

You roll your eyes at their teasing, but can't help the small smile that creeps onto your face. "Shut up, guys," you playfully retort. "I was just wishing him good luck for the game." Yunjin and Kai stick their tongue out, refusing to believe you.

It doesn’t take long for the game to begin, with a final whistle indicating the game is about to begin. You can feel the excitement in the air, the cheers of the students deafening. The teams are lining up on the field, and you feel a sense of anticipation as you watch the coin toss. Your school wins the toss and chooses to kick off the game. You glance over at Taehyun, who catches your eye and gives you a reassuring smile. It seems like he's not worried at all.

The crowd is roaring, each school's supporters cheering for their team. You can see the sweat on the foreheads of the players on the pitch, their breaths heavy and laboured. It's a tense game, a nail-biter from the very start. The other school seems to be in control, their passes quick and calculated, their movement fluid. But your team is not one to be underestimated. Taehyun is playing defence, using his long legs to keep the opposing team at bay. Haechan and Mark are playing midfield, running up and down the field, creating openings for the forwards to score. You watch in awe as Yeonjun, the star of the team, dribbles the ball past two defenders, his feet moving with expert grace. He passes to Haechan, who makes a swift turn and sends the ball flying towards the goal. But the other team's goalkeeper is quick, diving to save the shot. The game continues, the ball flying back and forth across the field. The opposing team comes close to scoring several times, but your team's defence is impenetrable. Taehyun blocks shots left and right, his body moving like a well-oiled machine.

click

The familiar paralysing feeling of being on stage envelopes you, and in this moment you know that your school is going to win. It's a tense moment as Yeonjun steps up to take it. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest as he lines up his shot, his eyes locked on the goal. He takes a deep breath and kicks the ball with expert precision, sending it soaring through the air. It hits the back of the net with a satisfying thud. The crowd erupts in cheers, your team's supporters jumping up and down, hugging each other in excitement. The players on the pitch are screaming, hugging each other in joy.

You’ve won. Your school has finally won. Yeonjun made history today by winning against a school that has never been defeated before. Despite the game sort of being rigged (the writer obviously wanting Yeonjun to win) you can’t help but feel proud of the team.

click

“WOAH! Yeonjun was amazing!” Kai exclaims, clapping his hands loudly. Your friends nod in agreement, their faces adorned with wide smiles.

“Yeonjun is such a beast! Did you see that ball control? And the way he angled that shot? He's just too good,” Beomgyu exclaims, grinning ear to ear.

Yunjin and Kai nod in agreement, praising his technique and his ability to take on defenders. They were impressed with how Yeonjun always seemed to be in the right place at the right time, making the right moves and scoring the goals when it mattered the most.

“I mean, just look at the way he moves on the field. It's like he's a step ahead of everyone else,” Kai says.

You smile, happy that your school was able to finally beat the tough opponent. "Yeah, Yeonjun really came through for us."

Beomgyu looks at you teasingly, "And did you notice how he kept looking over at you during the game? You must have really brought him good luck."

“Guys please, you’re reading too much into it.”

Yunjin raises an eyebrow, "Are you sure about that? He seemed pretty smitten with you when he asked you to wish him luck before the game."

Beomgyu playfully nudges you, "Yeah, you never know. You could be the next football superstar's girlfriend." Your friends let out a loud ‘oooooh’, gaining the attention of some other students. Thankfully, Kai was there to rescue you.

Noticing the embarrassment on your face, he links your arm with his, “Let’s go congratulate Taehyun!” You nod quickly, making your way down to the pitch to find Taehyun. You spot him in a crowd surrounded by his teammates, all cheering and congratulating each other on the big win. As you approach him, he notices you and Hyuka and waves.

"Congratulations Taehyun, that was an amazing win!" you exclaim, giving him a big hug.

"Thanks, Y/N," Taehyun smiles. "It was a tough game, but we pulled through in the end."

Kai chimes in, "You were amazing out there! That last save you made was unreal!"

Taehyun looks a little bashful at the praise but still smiles. "Thanks, guys, I couldn't have done it without the team. And Yeonjun's winning goal was just incredible."

Taehyun chuckles modestly, "Thanks guys, but it wasn't just me. Yeonjun scored the winning goal, and Haechan and Mark played amazing defence. It was a team effort."

You nod in agreement, "Definitely. You guys really deserved this win.” From the corner of your eye, you spot Johnny Suh, the captain of the football team making his way towards you with open arms. You can't help but smile as he engulfs you in a warm, tight hug.

"Y/N!" he exclaims as he reaches you, pulling you into a big hug, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you off the ground, spinning you around. You can't help but laugh at his enthusiasm, feeling the air getting squeezed out of your lungs.

"Johnny, hey!" you say, patting him on the back. "Great game today, you guys really killed it out there."

Kai chuckles at the sight of Johnny smothering you in a hug. "Hey Johnny, congrats on the win man. Y'all played great out there," he says, giving Johnny a fist bump.

Johnny grins widely and ruffles Kai's hair. "Thanks, dude! It was a tough game, but we pulled through in the end," he says, still holding onto you. "Thank you for introducing me to Yeonjun," he says, his voice filled with gratitude. "He's been a game-changer for our team."

You laugh and shake your head. "I didn't do anything special, Johnny. Yeonjun is just a great player."

Johnny looks at you seriously. "No, Y/N, you don't understand. Before Yeonjun, our team was struggling. We didn't have anyone who could score like he can. He's really made a difference."

Taehyun nods along with Johnny's gratitude and adds his own thoughts. "Yeah, Yeonjun's really helped us a lot. He's a great player and his presence on the field really boosts the team's morale."

As you and Taehyun continue chatting with Johnny, you notice him looking over your shoulder. You turn to see Yeonjun walking towards you, hand in hand with Misun. Johnny grins widely and waves them over. His eyes meet Johnny's as he sees him holding you, and you can feel him looking at the two of you. There's a hint of jealousy in his gaze, but he tries to hide it with a smile.

"Yeonjun, come say hi!" Johnny calls out. Yeonjun flashes a smile at you as he approaches.

"Hey guys, congratulations on the win!" Yeonjun says as he gives Taehyun and Johnny a fist bump.

"Great job out there, man," Johnny says, clapping Yeonjun on the shoulder. "You really brought it home for us."

Yeonjun laughs, running a hand through his hair. "Thanks, Captain. I couldn't have done it without the rest of the team." Misun hides behind his tall frame, silently nodding to the conversation.

“Hi, Misun.” You giving her a soft smile, she looks up from her feet looking at you before muttering a small greeting. You can’t help but look in confusion at Yeonjun and Misun being hand in hand. The last you heard was that he didn’t even invite Misun and here they are together. You try not to get jealous but seeing her fingers interlaced with his brings up an ugly emotion in you. "You guys were all amazing out there," you say, turning your attention to the group. "I'm so proud of all of you."

“Hey guys, celebratory victory party at my house!” Haechan pokes his head into the group, shooting everyone his signature smile. Johnny lets out a loud cheer in agreement, eliciting the rest of the group to join in too.

Johnny turns to you and asks, "Do you need a ride to the party, Y/N?"

You consider his offer for a moment but then decline. "Thanks, Johnny, but I think I'll go with Beomgyu and Cat. They're waiting for me outside."

Johnny gives you a pouty expression, but then shrugs it off with a grin. "Alright, I'll see you there then. Have fun!"

You and Kai jog up to the parking lot where Beomgyu and Cat are already waiting for you. "Hey, sorry for the wait," Kai says as you approach them.

"No worries," Beomgyu says with a smile, “Home or the party?”

“Party definitely!” You exclaim, sliding into the backseat with Hyuka. The air is thick with excitement, and everyone is chatting animatedly about the game and the victory. As you cruise through the darkening streets, the car is filled with the soft glow of streetlights and the occasional burst of laughter. Beomgyu is sitting in the back, telling a funny story about his older brother, while Kai is scrolling through his phone, occasionally showing you all funny memes or videos.

Cat, who is driving, has the radio on low, and the soft hum of music adds to the easy atmosphere. You catch a glimpse of them in the rearview mirror, humming along to the music, tapping their fingers on the steering wheel.

As you pull up to Haechan's house, the sound of thumping music and raucous laughter hits you like a wave. The front lawn is littered with empty beer cans and red Solo cups, and you see a couple of people stumbling around drunkenly. The porch is crowded with partygoers chugging from plastic cups, and you spot Haechan's unmistakable grin as he greets people at the door. You step out of the car, the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke hits you, making you feel a little lightheaded. Beomgyu and Cat are already whooping and hollering, ready to join in on the fun, while Kai seems a little hesitant.

As you make your way through the throngs of people, Haechan spots you and waves you over, holding out a red plastic cup filled with some unknown drink. You smile and accept it, knowing that Haechan always makes the best drinks at his parties.

"Y/N, my favourite party guest!" Haechan exclaims, giving you a tight hug.

You laugh and hug him back, feeling grateful for his friendship. "You know I wouldn't miss one of your parties for the world," you reply.

Haechan grins and leads you to the makeshift bar set up in the corner of the room. "I've got something special for you tonight," he says, reaching for a bottle of vodka.

You fall into the sofa watching as he expertly mixes you a drink, adding just the right amount of cranberry juice and lime. You take a sip and savour the taste, feeling the familiar burn of alcohol as it makes its way down your throat.

"Thanks, Haechan," you say, giving him a grateful smile.

"No problem," he replies, his eyes scanning the room for his next victim. Bingo, his eyes meet Yeonjun’s. Haechan grins mischievously as he calls over Yeonjun, who's just arrived at the party. "Yeonjunnie, my man! Come over here, I've got a special drink just for you."

Yeonjun looks slightly hesitant but makes his way over to Haechan and you, cautiously taking a sat next to you. Haechan reaches behind the counter and pulls out a bottle of clear liquid, which he expertly mixes with a few other ingredients.

"This is my secret recipe," Haechan says with a grin as he hands the drink to Yeonjun. "It's guaranteed to get you feeling good in no time."

Yeonjun takes the drink and sniffs it cautiously. "What's in it?" he asks.

Haechan just grins and shakes his head. "It's a secret," he says. "But trust me, it's good."

Yeonjun takes a sip and his eyes widen in surprise. "Wow," he says. "This is really good."

Haechan gives Yeonjun a pat on the back before turning to you. "So, how's the party so far?”

"It's a lot," you say with a laugh, taking a sip of your drink. "I wasn't expecting so many people to be here already."

"Yeah, I kind of went a little overboard with the invites," Haechan admits, shrugging his shoulders. "But it's all good, right?"

You nod, smiling at him. "Of course, it's great. You always throw the best parties."

Haechan grins at the compliment, looking around at all the people dancing and laughing. "I try my best. Speaking of which, have you seen Mark around here anywhere? I need to ask him something."

You shake your head, scanning the crowd. "No, I haven't seen him yet. But I'll let you know if I do."

"Thanks, Y/N," Haechan says, before disappearing back into the party.

You turn back to Yeonjun, taking another sip of your drink. "So, what do you think of the party so far?"

"It's…loud," Yeonjun said with a chuckle, his eyes scanning the crowd as well. "But it looks like everyone's having a good time."

You nodded, following his gaze. "Yeah, Haechan knows how to throw a party. Are you having a good time?"

Yeonjun looked back at you, a small smile on his lips. "I am, now that I'm talking to you." You felt your cheeks heat up a little, unsure if it was him or if it was the crazy drink Haechan made you. “So, what does he put in these drinks anyway?”

“Your guess would be as good as mine.” You laugh, “The most important rule for Haechan’s party is to just accept whatever he gives you.”

“Oh yeah? What are the other rules?” He asks, leaning in closer to you.

You pretend to think for a second, comically tapping your finger against your chin, “Get wasted is definitely.” Yeonjun looks at you intently, listening to every word. “And definitely doing stupid shit like streaking through the neighbourhood. Johnny’s parties, however, now those are on a different level.”

“Aw, where’s my invite?”

“He hasn’t had one in a while, but when he does I’m sure you’ll get an invite.” You answer, taking a small sip from your drink. “Johnny’s parties are INSANE! He’s got his own place so we don’t have to worry about his parents or anything.”

Yeonjun raises a brow, “Johnny’s got his own place?”

You nod, eager to continue, “His apartment is so cool like he has a proper sound system that Jackson gave him so it just takes it to the next level.”

His eyes curiously look into yours as he asks, “Who’s Jackson?”

“Just a guy who used to go here, he graduated a couple of years ago. If you get a chance you should totally go to one of his parties.” You explain, finding yourself remembering all the crazy things that used to happen at Jackson’s parties.

“Hey Y/N, can I ask you something?” Yeonjun says after a moment of silence.

“What is it?” You ask curiously, all your attention focused on him.

“Are you and Johnny a thing?”

You almost spit your drink back, lightly choking on it. “What? No!” You exclaim between coughs. “What made you think that?”

“Just wondering.” He says taking a deep breath, a hint of relief evident in his expression. “You two seem really close."

You can't help but laugh at that. "Yeah, we are. Johnny is one of my closest friends," you say. "But that's all it is, really."

Yeonjun nods, seeming satisfied with your answer. "Got it," he says with a smile. "Well, I'm glad we cleared that up."

You suddenly feel a strange sensation wash over you. It's hard to describe, but you feel like something is off. You try to shake it off and continue your conversation, but the feeling only grows stronger. You excuse yourself from the conversation, telling Yeonjun you need some air. As you step out, you take a deep breath and look up at the night sky. The cool air helps to clear your head a little, but the feeling in your stomach doesn't go away. You fumble with your phone, feeling an overwhelming sense of disorientation and unease. You find yourself looking through your contacts, stopping when you see Soobin’s name. You hesitate for a second, before pressing the call button.

With each passing ring, you find yourself regretting calling him more and more. Just as you were about to hang up, you hear a soft voice from the other side, “Y/N?”

“Soobin.” You breathe out, you find yourself already easing a bit.

“Hey…” Soobin breathes, “Is everything okay?” The concern apparent in his voice. You rarely ever call Soobin, hell this is the first time you’ve ever called Soobin. While you still occasionally see him at school and text him regularly, there’s something different about calling him up. You feel embarrassment course through your body. You just called some boy randomly while being at a party, a boy you’ve never even called before.

“Y/N? You there?”

“I-Yeah, I’m here.” You say, feeling incredibly flustered by the second. Why are you getting embarrassed? This is Soobin, an adorable nerd that sits alone in a corner. You are Y/N L/N, the most popular girl at school, why are you getting embarrassed?

“Are you okay?” He asks again, his tone sharper this time.

“I’m okay, I feel kinda sick.” You find yourself telling him about the weird feeling of dread you’re feeling. He patiently listens, letting you finish before saying anything.

“Is it the drink?” He asks. You shake your head, despite the fact he can’t see you.

“No no, it isn’t the drink. I’m not feeling lightheaded or dazed or anything.. I just feel out of place.” You explain to him. You’ve had Haechan’s strong drink a million times before and you’ve never had this feeling before.

Soobin hesitates for a second before letting out a shallow breath, “Do you want me to come get you?”

“Yes.” You say immediately, surprised by your forwardness.

You can imagine Soobin smiling over the phone, his voice always gets clearer when he’s grinning. “Okay, give me 10 minutes.” You send him Haechan’s address and as you hang up you can’t help but feel a little giddy, your uneasiness disappearing almost entirely.

You should probably tell one of your friends you’re leaving so you don’t worry them. You scan the crowded room, looking for Kai. You spot him in the corner, chatting with a group of people. You make your way through the crowd, sidestepping people who are dancing wildly and bumping into each other.

"Hey, Kai!" You call out, trying to get his attention.

He turns towards you, a mischievous grin on his face. "What's up, Y/N? Bored of Yeonjun already?”

You roll your eyes, smiling in spite of yourself. "I was just letting you know that I'll be leaving soon."

"Leaving already?" Kai's eyebrows raise in surprise. "Who are you leaving with, Yeonjun?"

You shake your head. "No, actually. Soobin is coming to pick me up."

Kai looks confused. "Soobin? Who's that?"

"He's a friend," you say louder, over the music of the party. "We're not super close, but I just needed someone to come get me."

Kai pats your back. "Well, you better get going then. Don't want to keep Soobin waiting."

You nod, feeling grateful for his understanding. "Thanks, Kai. I'll see you later."

Before you turn to leave, Kai calls out your name, looking at you with a playful smile on his lips, “You’re telling me all about this Soobin guy tomorrow.” You nod, smiling sadly knowing that he isn’t going to remember this after the scene changes. You can't help but wonder why you feel so out of place tonight. Maybe it's the fact that Yeonjun seems to be paying more attention to you than usual, or maybe it's just the overwhelming noise and chaos of the party.

As you step outside of Haechan's house, you shiver a little from the cold night air. You glance around, searching for Soobin. A few people stumble past you, laughing and shouting drunkenly. You feel a bit out of place, suddenly wishing you were back inside with your friends.

Just as you start to wonder where Soobin is, you see him walking towards you from down the street. He's wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, his hands shoved in his hoodie pockets. You smile in relief as he approaches you.

"Hey," he says, coming to a stop in front of you. "Are you okay?"

You nod, feeling a little embarrassed. "Yeah, sorry for calling you out of nowhere. I just needed to get out of there."

Soobin nods understandingly. "Do you want me to drive you home?"

You shake your head again. "No, can we just walk around for a bit? I need some fresh air."

Soobin agrees, and you start walking down the empty street together. You don't know Soobin very well, but you feel oddly comfortable around him. Maybe it's because he's such a good listener, or maybe it's just because he's not part of the usual drama that surrounds your friend group.

"I'm sorry for waking you up," you finally say, breaking the silence.

"It's no big deal," Soobin replies, smiling at you. "I'm just glad I could be here for you."

You smile at his kindness, feeling a weird pang in your chest. "Thanks, Soobin. You're a good friend."

He chuckles. "I try to be. And hey, it's nice to have someone to walk around with at night. It's peaceful, isn't it?"

You nod, taking in the quiet atmosphere around you. "Yeah, it is. I've never really walked around here at night before."

“Let me give you a new experience then,” Soobin says with a smile, his dimples popping out. As you walk alongside Soobin, you can't help but notice how the moonlight reflects off his features. It's like he's lit up by the night sky, like your own personal star.

As the two of you stroll through the night, you approach a convenience store, its run-down exterior dimly lit by a flickering neon sign above. The sign reads "24/7" in bold white letters, the "7" flickering on and off as if the store is on its last legs. As you approach the convenience store, you can't help but feel a sense of excitement.

You turn to Soobin with a grin, "Let's buy some soju and soda! We can mix them together." Soobin looks a little hesitant, but he nods in agreement. The smell of stale cigarettes and cheap beer hits your nose as you walk in. You and Soobin make your way down the narrow aisles, past rows of chips and candy bars, until you reach the refrigerators in the back.

You grab a few bottles of soju, and Soobin grabs a couple of Ramune sodas. As you make your way to the counter, you notice the cashier giving you both a curious look. You wonder if it's because you're buying alcohol or if it's just because you're walking around with Soobin.

"Excuse me," the cashier says in a gruff voice. "Can I see your IDs?"

You both pull out your IDs and hand them over. The cashier studies them for a moment before nodding and ringing up your purchases. You pay with cash and the two of you step outside, the plastic bags rustling in your hands. You notice a small park across the road. It's quiet, and only a few people are sitting on benches, enjoying the cool night breeze. You tug on Soobin's arm, gesturing to the park, and he nods in agreement.

You cross the road and make your way to the park. The streetlights are dim here, casting an eerie glow across the area. The rustling of the leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl is the only sound you hear. You find a bench near a tree and sit down, patting the empty spot next to you for Soobin to sit.

The bench is old and a bit creaky, but it holds your weight just fine. You lean back, resting your head against the trunk of the tree. The moon is high up in the sky, casting a soft, pale glow over the park. It's peaceful here, and you feel a sense of calm wash over you. You reach into the plastic bag and pull out the soju and soda bottles, setting them down on the bench next to you. You open the soda and take a sip, feeling the sweet, bubbly liquid dance on your tongue. Soobin watches you, still unsure of what to do with his drink.

"Here, try it," you say, holding the soda out to him.

Soobin takes the bottle, unsure of how to open it. You show him how to push down the marble in the bottle, releasing the carbonation. He takes a sip and you watch his face light up with delight.

"This is really good!" he exclaims. You laugh and nod, happy that he likes it. The sound of the soda fizzing fills the air as you twist off the cap, the bubbles dancing in the moonlight. You grab two plastic cups from the bag and pour the soda into them, followed by a generous splash of soju. Soobin watches with fascination as the clear liquid mixes with the soda, creating a light pink hue.

Soobin watches you mix the drinks with curiosity, his eyes glinting in the dim light. You hand him a cup and he takes it, his hand shaking slightly.

"Are you nervous?" you ask, taking a sip of your own drink. The sweet and sour taste of the soda mixes with the sharpness of the soju, creating a perfect balance.

"A little bit," Soobin admits, taking a small sip from his cup. He grimaces slightly at the taste but takes another sip nonetheless.

You giggle, finding his reaction adorable. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it," you say, taking another sip of your drink.

He takes a deep breath and admits, "I've never really drank before."

You feel a bit guilty for suggesting that he drink, but you try to reassure him. "It's okay, we don't have to drink if you don't want to. We can just enjoy the park and the night sky."

Soobin seems a bit relieved at your response, but he still takes another sip of the drink. You can tell that he's trying to get used to the taste. "So, what made you call me tonight?" Soobin asks, breaking the comfortable silence between you.

You hesitate for a moment before answering, staring at your drink. "I don't know, I just felt really… off. And I didn't know who else to call."

Soobin nods, understanding. "Well, I'm glad you called me. I'm always here to talk, even if we're not super close."

You turn to Soobin and give him a warm smile. "Thanks for coming out with me tonight, Soobin. I know it's probably not what you were expecting when you woke up to my phone call earlier." You can’t help but feel touched by Soobin’s words. You know you initially started to talk to him so he could help you win over Yeonjun but you can’t help but think you gained something even better.

Soobin chuckles and shakes his head. "It's fine, really. I'm glad I could help you out."

You take a sip of your drink and look out at the park. The moon is shining bright overhead, casting a soft glow over everything around you. It's quiet except for the occasional sound of crickets chirping and leaves rustling in the wind. The alcohol burns down your throat, but it feels good to have something to distract you from the thoughts swirling around in your head. You know you called Soobin to pick you up from the party, but you still can't put into words what you're feeling.

"So, do you want to talk about what happened earlier?" Soobin asks, breaking the silence.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. "I don't even know where to start, Soobin. It's just… everything feels so out of control." "What do you mean?" he asks, turning to look at you.

The thoughts from the last couple of months begin to flood your head. Everything, from finding out you live in a manhwa to being the second lead. Nothing seemed real anymore, all your dreams, your friends, your status. It all felt fake, it made you feel like you haven’t accomplished anything in your life. Everything has just been given to you by the writer, but in the end that's all you are. A two-dimensional character that’s meant to stand in the way between the two main characters.

”I don't know how to explain it," you say, feeling that familiar feeling of dread envelope you. "It's like… I feel like I'm not in charge of my own life like everything is predetermined for me. And it's not just like… normal teenage stuff, you know? It's like… bigger than that."

Soobin nods, taking another swig from the bottle. "I get it. Sometimes it feels like everything is just happening to you, and you have no say in it."

"Yes, exactly!" you exclaim, feeling relieved that someone understands.

"So what do you want to do about it?" Soobin asks, looking at you with concern in his eyes.

You let out a bitter laugh. "I don't know if there's anything I can do. It's like… I'm living in a story, and the writer already knows how everything is going to end. I'm just playing my part, you know?"

Soobin looks at you, a frown creasing his forehead. "What do you mean, living in a story?"

You freeze, realising you said too much. "Uh, nothing. Forget I said that." Remembering what Taehyun told you. He specifically told you it’s dangerous to give people consciousness.

Soobin narrows his eyes, sensing that there's something you're not telling him. "Y/N, what's going on? Is there something you're not telling me?"

You look down at your feet, feeling ashamed. "It's just… I can't explain it. It's complicated."

"You don't have to explain everything to me, Y/N. But if something is bothering you, I want to help." Soobin reaches over and takes your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Do you feel like you're not in control of your own actions?"

"Exactly. Like I'm just following a script. It's like I'm trapped in the stage, and I can't escape." You sigh to yourself. If only he knew. A part of you just wants to tell him, spill the secret, give him consciousness. But you know it’s selfish, you can’t ruin Soobin’s life like that. You can’t take everything from him.

He looks at you with understanding, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

You wish. "No, I don't think so. I just needed to get it off my chest. Thank you for listening, Soobin."

He nods understandingly, staring down at his feet. Suddenly he looks up, his face unreadable. “Y/N, what do you usually do during lunch?”

“At school?” He nods. “Hmmm… I usually hang out in the cafeteria or underneath that big blossom tree.”

“If you aren’t busy one day… maybe we can resume your piano lessons.” You instantly burst into a grin at Soobin’s words.

“YES YES!” You say a bit too loudly, gaining the attention of late-night strollers. Soobin gently laughs at your enthusiasm. As the night sky darkens and the moon shines bright above you, you take a moment to truly look at Soobin. You can't help but notice just how beautiful he is. His sparkly brown eyes glint in the moonlight, and his dyed blond hair falls slightly in his face as he leans back against the park bench. A weird feeling envelops your body.

"Soobin," you say softly, turning to face him. "You know, you're really beautiful."

Soobin's face turns a light shade of pink at your words, and he looks down at his hands in his lap. "Stop it, Y/N," he says, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You laugh, taking another swig from the bottle in your hand. "No, seriously," you say, setting the bottle down on the bench. "I mean it. I've never really noticed before, but you're really attractive."

Soobin looks up at you then, a small smile still on his lips. "Thanks, Y/N," he says, his eyes shining in the moonlight.

The night wears on and the alcohol flows more freely, you begin to feel a warmth spreading through your body. The world seems to slow down and your thoughts become more hazy, the weight of the day's events fading away into a distant memory. The stars above seem to twinkle more brightly, and the sound of the city fades into a gentle background hum.

You begin to feel a warm buzz spread throughout your body. Your head feels light and your limbs feel loose, as if they are no longer under your control. You find yourself giggling at everything Soobin says, even if it's not that funny. Everything seems so much funnier when you're a little tipsy.

You take another sip of your drink, you can't help but feel a sense of ease wash over you. All of the stress and anxiety you've been feeling lately seem to fade away, at least for the moment. You feel carefree and lighthearted as if you don't have a care in the world.

Looking over at Soobin, you feel a sense of contentment. He's still talking, and you find yourself getting lost in the sound of his voice. His features are illuminated by the light of the moon, and you can't help but think just how beautiful he looks. You can't help but admire his features once more. The way his eyes crinkle when he laughs, the way his hair falls over his forehead, the way his lips curve upwards in a smile. It's almost as if he's glowing in the soft light of the moon.

In this moment, everything is perfect.

Soobin sways a little as he stands up from the bench, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "It's getting late," he slurs slightly, "we should probably head home."

You nod in agreement, feeling the effects of the alcohol in your system. But as you stand up, the world seems to tilt on its axis and you stumble a bit, grasping onto Soobin's arm for balance.

Soobin chuckles at your stumble. "Do you want to come to my place for the night?" Soobin blushes at his own words, clearing his throat to clarify. “I-I mean it’s late and we’re in no condition to make it to your hous—”

“Sh.” You hush Soobin by placing a finger on his lip, “I know what you mean Soobin, don’t worry.” You say, pulling back, his face turning a deep red.

You and Soobin stumble out of the park and into the quiet streets. The night is chilly, but the alcohol in your system keeps you warm. You cling onto Soobin's arm for support as you make your way to his house. The streetlights cast a warm, golden glow on the pavement, and the stars twinkle in the sky above you.

You start to feel the effects of the alcohol even more strongly. Your feet are aching from the high heels you wore to the party, and you just want to lie down and sleep.

Suddenly, Soobin stops and turns to you. "Do you want me to give you a piggyback ride?" he asks, swaying slightly on his feet.

You look at him sceptically. "Are you sure you can even stand straight, Soobin?"

He grins at you. "I can do it, trust me. Just hop on."

You hesitate for a moment, but the thought of getting off your feet and not having to walk anymore is too tempting. You nod and climb onto Soobin's back, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck.

You giggle, feeling giddy and lightheaded. "Don't drop me now, Soobin."

"I won't," he says, chuckling. "I've got you."

The walk to Soobin's house seems to go by in a blur as you rest your head on his shoulder, feeling safe and comfortable on his back. The world around you seems to spin as you both stumble your way to his front door, but Soobin manages to get the key in the lock and open it. “Sorry, it’s taking me a bit,” he slurs.

“It’s okay,” you say, leaning against the wall for support.

You and Soobin stumble your way through the dark hallways of his house, giggling uncontrollably as you try to keep quiet. His parents are asleep, and you don't want to wake them up. Soobin's arm is draped around your shoulder as he guides you to his room.

As you make your way up the stairs, Soobin whispers to you, "Be quiet, we don't want to wake up my parents." You nod in agreement and try your best to stifle your giggles.

When you finally reach his bedroom, Soobin gently opens the door and motions for you to enter. You tiptoe inside, taking in the small but cosy room. Soobin closes the door behind him and turns to face you.

"We made it," he whispers, a hint of triumph in his voice.

You nod and smile, still feeling giddy from the alcohol. "Yeah, we did."

Once inside his room, Soobin turns on a lamp on his bedside table. You plop down on his bed, feeling the exhaustion and alcohol-induced dizziness weighing you down.

“Thank you for the ride Soobin.” You express, looking at the tall male.

“Don’t worry about it.” He smiles. Suddenly, he turns around, fumbling through his drawers and pulls out a pair of shorts. He hands them over to you with a goofy smile.

"Here, wear these. You'll be more comfortable than sleeping in those jeans."

You take the shorts from him, feeling grateful for his thoughtfulness. As you start to change, you can feel Soobin's eyes on you. You turn around to find him staring at you, his cheeks slightly flushed from the alcohol.

"Sorry," he mumbles, looking away. "I'll turn around."

You giggle softly, feeling a little giddy from the alcohol. "It's fine, Soobin. I don't mind."

He turns around anyway, and you quickly change into the shorts. They're a little big on you, but they're soft and comfortable. As you climb into bed, Soobin gets into his side, turning off the lamp on his bedside table. You feel the warmth of the blankets and the softness of the pillows. You turn to your side and face Soobin who is already lying down beside you.

"Can we cuddle?" you ask, your voice soft and slurred from the alcohol.

Soobin hesitates for a moment before nodding shyly. "Sure," he says, his cheeks turning slightly pink.

You move closer to him and nuzzle into his chest, enjoying the feeling of his warmth against your skin. Soobin wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you both drift off into a drunken slumber.

After a few moments, you look up at him and notice that he's blushing. "What?" you ask, grinning mischievously.

"Nothing," he mumbles, looking away.

"Come on, Soobin, you can tell me," you tease, poking him in the side.

"It's just…I'm not used to having someone in bed with me like this," he admits, his cheeks growing redder.

You lift your head slightly to look at him and see a hint of nervousness in his expression. Despite being drunk, you can tell that he's being serious. "Really?" you ask, surprised.

Soobin nods slowly. "Yeah, I've never really had anyone over to my house like this before," he says, his voice trailing off. "I hope it's not too weird for you."

You give him a reassuring smile. "No, it's not weird," you say.

"I'm glad you're here," he whispers, his voice barely audible.

You smile sleepily. "Me too."

The only sound that fills the room is your breathing and the rustling of the sheets as you shift slightly. You can feel Soobin's fingers gently tracing small circles on your back, and it sends shivers down your spine. As you nuzzle back into his chest, you feel yourself drift off into a peaceful slumber, the steady beat of Soobin's heart lulling you into a deep sleep.

You slowly start to regain consciousness and realize that you’re in Soobin's bed. The first thing you notice is that you’re lying on your side with your head resting on his chest and his arm wrapped around you. The second thing you notice is the dull throbbing in your head. You groan softly and move your head, trying to ease the pain.

As you do, Soobin stirs beside you, and his arm tightens around you slightly. He mumbles something unintelligible. You try to sit up, but your headache intensifies, so you groan and lie back down.

‘Come on Y/N! You’ve been hungover before. Just make it out of bed.’ You think to yourself, pumping yourself up.

You carefully extricate yourself from his grasp and sit on the edge of the bed, rubbing your temples. The headache is almost unbearable and you feel like you've been hit by a truck. You look around the room, trying to figure out what time it is. The sun is shining brightly through the window, telling you that it's well into the morning.

You stand up slowly, trying to steady yourself as the room spins around you. You spot your clothes from last night strewn around the room and hastily put them on. You don't want to overstay your welcome and you're not sure how you feel about what happened between you and Soobin last night.

As you struggle to put on your jeans, you hear Soobin stir beside you. He groans and rubs his head, clearly hungover. He looks at you with a confused expression and starts apologising profusely.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Did I do something last night? I don't remember anything. Did I make you uncomfortable?" he asks, his voice laced with panic.

You pause and look at him, trying to process what he's saying. You realise he's probably worried that something happened between you both while you were drunk.

"No, no, nothing happened," you reassure him. "We just fell asleep cuddling, that's all."

Soobin lets out a sigh of relief and slumps back onto the bed. "Okay, good. I was really worried for a second there," he says.

"It's okay, Soobin. Everyone has their first time drinking too much," you say, smiling reassuringly at him.

He nods, still looking a bit ashamed. "I just hope I didn't make a fool of myself in front of you." Soobin sighs running his hand through his messy hair.

You chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. "Don't worry, Soobin. You were just a bit loud and giggly, that's all. It was actually kind of cute."

Soobin smiles back, his face flushing with colour. "Really?"

You finish getting dressed and make your way over to the window, trying to leave without waking up his parents. But Soobin stops you before you can even open it.

"Wait, where are you going?" he asks, sounding a bit hurt.

You turn back to him, surprised by his reaction. "I was just going to head back to my place. I don't want to wake up your parents," you explain, turning back to the window. 

As you try to slip through, you feel Soobin's hand on your shoulder, stopping you. "Y/N, please don't leave like this. Let me walk you home," he says, his eyes pleading with you.

“Soobin your parents are gonna freak if they find me with you.” You try to explain, still sitting on the window pane. “I mean I called you late at night, made you sneak out of your house to get wasted with me at the park- and by the way you’ve never even drank so basically I corrupted their son and then we sneaked back into your house completely senseless and we slept in the same bed.” 

“Yes, but nothing happened.” As Soobin pleads with you to stay, you couldn't help but think about your ex-boyfriend Dongsik. The memories of sneaking out of his house early in the morning flood your mind. He always made you leave through the window, claiming that his parents wouldn't approve of you sleeping over. 

“We know that but they won’t. I mean I wouldn’t believe me.” You ramble, sort of terrified at the idea of getting caught by his parents. 

“My parents trust me, I promise they won’t think it’s weird.” He reassures, holding onto your cold hands with his warm ones. You stare into his puppy dog eyes, and that alone is almost enough to make your stay. “Please.” 

"Okay, I'll stay," you say, hoping that he won't notice the hesitation in your voice. "But we should probably try to be quiet and not wake your parents up."

Soobin grins in relief and nods vigorously. "Of course! We'll be as quiet as mice. Don't worry, my parents won't mind. They know I'm responsible enough to handle my own hangover."

As you and Soobin walked down the stairs, you couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Soobin's parents didn't know you were here, and you've never met them before. You could hear the sound of utensils clinking against plates coming from the kitchen as you approached.

Soobin's parents were already sitting at the table, enjoying their breakfast. His mother looked up from her plate and her eyes widened in surprise when she saw you. "Oh, Soobin, you didn't tell us you had a guest," she said.

Soobin rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Sorry, um, this is Y/N. She's a friend from school," he explained.

His father looked up from his newspaper and gave you a small smile. "It's nice to finally meet you, Y/N," he said. "Soobin talks about you a lot."

You felt a small wave of relief wash over you. Soobin had mentioned you to his parents before, so at least they knew who you were. "It's nice to meet you too," you said, returning the smile.

Soobin's mother gestured to the empty chair at the table. "Please, sit down and join us for breakfast," she said warmly.

You hesitated for a moment, feeling a little awkward about intruding on their family breakfast. But Soobin's pleading eyes convinced you otherwise. "Thank you, I would love to," you said, taking a seat at the table.

Soobin's mother served you a plate of delicious homemade breakfast. The aroma of freshly cooked food filled the air, making your stomach growl with anticipation. As you took your first bite, Soobin's mother turned to you with a curious smile. "So, Y/N, what did you and Soobin do yesterday?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with interest.

You couldn't help but blush slightly, feeling a bit flustered. You exchanged a quick glance with Soobin, both of you unsure how to answer. After all, the events of last night were a blur due to the effects of the alcohol.

"Um, well, we went out for a walk in the park and had a few drinks," you replied, trying to keep your explanation vague.

Soobin chimed in, eager to divert the attention away from any potentially embarrassing details. "Yeah, we just hung out and talked for a while," he added, his voice slightly shaky.

Soobin's mother nodded understandingly. "That sounds lovely. It's nice to see my son spending time with friends," she said warmly.

"Soobin, you have no idea the things we did back in our younger days," His father chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Your mother and I had our fair share of wild nights."

Soobin’s mother playfully elbowed her husband and added, "Yes, but we always made sure to be responsible and take care of ourselves. As long as you two were safe and didn't put yourselves in danger, we trust your judgment."

You can't help but laugh at their stories and the relaxed atmosphere in the room. Soobin's parents seem to be really chill about the situation, and you feel grateful for that.

After finishing your breakfast, you push your plate away and sit back in your chair, feeling content and full. Soobin turns to you, a happy smile plastered on his face, "Do you need a ride back home? I can drop you off."

You appreciate the kind offer but politely decline, assuring him, "Thank you so much, but it's okay. I'll just call an Uber. It's more convenient for me."

Soobin's mother nods understandingly, her eyes filled with motherly concern. "Alright, dear. Just make sure to take care of yourself. You know you can always ask us for a ride if you need one, right?"

You smile gratefully, touched by her thoughtfulness. "Thank you, Mrs Choi. I'll keep that in mind. You've been so kind."

Soobin's mother waves off your gratitude with a gentle smile. "It's no problem at all, dear. We're always here for Soobin's friends. Just take care and have a safe trip home."

You quickly pull out your phone, typing a quick message to Taehyun, asking him to pick you up. Sure, you could call an Uber but you can’t stand the thought of being alone with your thoughts right now. Especially since you’re still a bit hungover and your head is killing you. Taehyun, almost in an instant texts back with a simple ‘👍’ 

"Thank you so much for having me over," you say sincerely. "I really appreciate your kindness and welcoming me into your home."

Soobin's parents exchange a knowing glance and his mother responds with a gentle smile, "It was our pleasure, dear. We're always happy to see Soobin spending time with good friends." Soobin's father nods in agreement, adding, "You're welcome here anytime. Don't hesitate to visit again."

You feel a wave of warmth and gratitude wash over you as their words sink in. It's comforting to know that you're not just an unexpected guest but someone who is genuinely welcome. 

You feel the vibration of your phone, Taehyun’s message lighting up your phone. ‘I’m here’ 

“Thank you so much for everything.” You say once again, standing up. “My ride’s here.” 

“I’ll walk you out,” Soobin says, quickly getting up too. Soobin’s parents smile at you, giving you a small wave and asking you to visit soon. 

“Your parents are so nice.” You tell him as you make your way out of the door. 

“I told you they’d be chill about it.” You both laugh in agreement. 

“Thank you Soobin.” You say, turning to face him. “For everything.” 

He gives you a dimpled smile, his Adam’s apple bobbing like he wants to say something but doesn’t. As Taehyun's car pulls up into Soobin's driveway, you say your final goodbyes to Soobin and thank him for the night. Wanting to maintain a sense of normalcy and not make it obvious that you called Taehyun to pick you up, you open the back door and slide into the spacious backseat of the car. Taehyun turns to you, a playful grin forming on his face.

“Why are you sitting in the back?” Taehyun asks, puzzled as you close the door. 

“Oh my god. Drive!” You say, slightly embarrassed, wondering if Soobin recognised Taehyun’s car. 

“Alright, alright.” He puts his hands up in defence, starting the car and pulling off Soobin’s driveway. “So…Soobin huh?” He says with a teasing smile. 

You groan into your hands. You’ve got a lot of explaining to do. 

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Hi hello I'm back! I got myself lost in the hype of Rune Factory 3 rereleasing so I disappeared for a bit. But Im back now! Heres the Bracelet Girls dressed as some of the bacholorettes!

Standalones and inspirations under the cut!

Yuzu! I was debating between going for either Shara (flower girl vibes) or Pia (in reference to my mermay piece, pink hair, and the fact that shes the girl im going for in my current run), but ultimately thought Shara fit her better.I absolutely adored Shara as a kid, and when RF5 came out last year, I always wore the Shara outfit. And Yuzu looks great in it! Im very happy with how it turned out, it really fits her aesthetic.

There was only one of the bacholorettes that I was gonna go for with Serena, and that was Raven. They have the exact same vibe in my opinion. I dont know if Raven's outfit really matches her color pallet, but eh. I like drawing Serena with her hair down.

RINRIN♡ Rin started this whole idea for me. I originally compared her to Carmen, and then thought she was quite a bit like Marian as well. I decided to go with Marian because Wind Witch vibes. This started out as my least favorite when Id sketched it, but i ended up really happy with the details when Id finished the coloring!

In my opinion, Ruri doesnt really have a bacholorette in RF3 that I can compare her too. She reminds me more of Felicity in RF1 or Leann from RF2. So it was down to whichever RF3 bacholorette I thought her aesthetic matched to the best- Sofia or Sakuya. I went with Sofia because I think the colors of the outfit would go better with the rest of the girls. I feel like im not really great at drawing Ruri though, so I hope to draw her more in the future.

If youve made it this far, thanks for reading! Next piece of fanart, Id like to draw Yuya dressed up as RF3's main protagonist, Micha. Thanks for sticking with me :3