.Supernatural.

.ᐟSupernatural.ᐟ

series ᯓ★

pairing ᯓ★: Sungchan x fem!reader.

Synopsis ᯓ★: Y/N met Sungchan when you were both trainees at the agency, you and Sungchan were dating, but everything changed when Sungchan was offered to debut in a new boy group. Due to stress, he broke up with you and you were devastated. Almost two years after the breakup you made your solo debut with the title track "Supernatural" which talks about how a person made you feel out of this world, also coinciding with the promotions of RIIZE's "Boom Boom Bass", you try to move on but now it's Sungchan who wants to contact you.

genre ᯓ★: idol au, written x social media au, fem!reader is pampered and loved, some fluff, some angst, some smut?, varying content depending on whose route you choose, pixel based style. Taglist ( !Open! ) ᯓ★: send an ask to be adeed

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✩🎧 ᯓ★: [ Supernatural — NewJeans ] [ Hurt — NewJeans ] [ Pretty when i cry — Lana del Rey ] [ Promise — Laufey ] [ Pretty when i cry — Camila Cabello ] [ 365 — Charlie XCX ] [ Cheecky ice thang — Stayc ] [ Rewind — twice ]

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Characters ᯓ★

Dreamgirls - Riize 1 - Riize 2

Chapters ᯓ★

[ written : ᰔ smut: ★ route selection : 🩰 ]

prologue.

1. As cute as ever 🩰

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Taglist ᯓ★: @lvsunghoon @naviiy @molensworld

@i03jae @soheendo @gukuwii @seunghancore @pinklemonade34 @ilovedinodino @nctrawberries

@fae-renjun @rolldijekl @romehan @danielleism

@secretiny @wonana6000

okay but imagine one of the riize members gifting you a huge life-sized teddy bear and you happily putting it beside you when you sleep, only for them to mercilessly fuck you in front of it while you hug and bury your face into it 🧸

a/n: i was originally gonna go w/ eunseok but rereading the ask i can def see this being wonbin :OOO

wonbin who bought you a huge teddy bear one day, saying you could cuddle with it and pretend it was him whenever he was busy.

it was cute & innocent at first, you were ecstatic when wonbin showed you his present. hugging the teddy bear and telling him how much you loved it!

it wasn’t until one day when you and wonbin had been away from each other for some time, he got a kick out of seeing you hugging the bear as he thrusted into you from behind.

the scene in front of him was so dirty, but so innocent at the same time. it made him wanna ruin you even more, corrupt your little brain.

“aw, my sweet baby hugging her teddy i bought her? how do you think he feels about you drooling all over him, hm?” he spits.

all you could do was moan louder, already too dumb to give a response.

“poor baby getting fucked dumb in front of her teddy. so dumb she can’t even respond.”

you buried your head into the teddy at his words, wonbin smiled at the sight before him. calling you his good girl before flipping you over onto your back, desperate to make the two of you reach your highs <3

wonbin corruption kink enjoyers wya 😚😚

cozy thefts ୨୧ 정성찬 ( sungchan ) x gnr est relationship + 447 fluff cw sungchan tickles reader not proof read

( 𝓯iles © lovaeri; 2024 )

it was a chilly evening, and you were lounging in the living room, feeling the cool air seep through your apartment. your boyfriend, sungchan, was in his room, probably engrossed in some new video game or bingeing his favorite show.

you glanced around, searching for something to keep you warm, when your eyes landed on sungchan’s favorite oversized sweater draped over the back of a chair. with a small grin, you stood up and quietly tiptoed over to the chair.

you grabbed the sweater and slipped it on, immediately enveloped in its warmth and your lover’s familiar scent. although the sweater was big on you, but that only made it cozier.

you pulled the sleeves over your hands and hugged yourself, feeling comforted as if sungchan was embracing you himself.

just as you were about to settle back on the couch, sungchan walked into the living room. he paused mid-step, his eyes narrowing playfully as he noticed his sweater on you.

"that sweater seems very familiar, baby." he joked, surprising you with his presence.

you looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, trying to suppress a giggle. "does it? it's so comfy." you smiled, hugging the sweater tighter.

sungchan crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. "oh, so you think you can just steal my clothes?" he said, a mischievous glint in his eye.

you tried to keep a straight face but failed, bursting into laughter. "i didn't steal it! i borrowed it," you said, emphasizing the last word.

he stepped closer, a teasing grin spreading across his face. "borrowed, huh? well, I'm going to have to get it back."

before you could react, he lunged forward, his fingers darting to your sides. you shrieked in surprise as he started tickling you mercilessly, his fingers finding all your most sensitive spots. you squirmed and giggled uncontrollably, trying to escape his ticklish assault.

"sungchan! stop! i can't breathe!" you managed to gasp between fits of laughter.

he finally relented, his own giggles mingling with yours. he pulled you into a hug, both of you still catching your breath.

"you know, you should really steal my clothes more,” sungchan commented, his voice softening. you looked up at him, your cheeks still flushed from laughing.

"i guess i can let you keep it," he added with a wink, "but only because you look cute in my sweater."

you smiled, feeling a warm flutter in your chest. he gently cupped your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek, while his eyes locked onto yours.

you leaned into his touch and pressed your lips against his. sungchan’s smile widened into the kiss and he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you.

love from rin. idk :p

₊˚ෆ Promise - p.gw

♡︎ sypnosis: star-football player park gunwook probably can’t play for the rest of the season due to an injury sustained on the field. but more than that, your boyfriend park gunwook is in pain—and you’ll hop fences, run past security, and go to the ends of the earth just to get to him; that’s a promise.

♡ genre: fluff, slight angst, sports fic, established relationship, boyfriend!gunwook, fem!reader

♡︎ 2.0k word count

♡︎ warnings: gunwook in pain, injury, reader crying, cursing, playful threats, pet names, please let me know if there are any you’d like me to add!

♡︎ nano note: it’s wookie’s b-day!!🥳 i decided to go ahead and post this au today because of the sporty themed b-day he has going on! enjoy! xoxo

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You let a blood-curdling scream out as your boyfriend was rolled off of the field on a gernie, obviously uncomfortable, his stupid gummy smile smiling through the pain.

“I-I’m- I’m fucking leaving!” You yelp over to your family and friends in the stands as you’re suddenly up and onto your feet, running over to a security gaurd to beg them to let you on the sidelines of the field.

“He’s- I’m!- Please I’m his girlfriend, he’s hurt!” You plead, on the verge of getting on your knees with your hands clasped together.

You just needed to know he was okay.

That’s it!

That was all!

You were going to worry yourself sick, the tightness in your chest mixed with the taste of blood in your mouth suddenly becoming all too much. It seems you’ve broke the skin on your lips in nervousness, and as soon as you swear things are t asking a turn for the worst, the security guard sighs and moves aside to let you onto the field.

Your eyes shoot open and you’re quick to yell a couple ‘thank you’s’ because oh my god, you could kiss the gaurd right now.

“Thank you so much! I’ll never forget this sir!” You shout as you run down the stairs. Once your shoes hit the grass you’re gone—seemingly just like the wide receivers on the field during a hot game day.

As soon as you get to the openings of the tunnel, more security gaurds are on standby, but they most definitely didn’t prepare for a woman out of her fucking mind to sprint at full speed and straight past them. They all shout and yell after you as you cut through random corners and corridors in hopes that they lead you to the injured love of your life.

Once getting past an area labeled ‘Infirmary’, you’re met with more security, and oh my god there he is.

He’s in pain, sweat dripping down the sides of his temples as he clenches his jaw shut, eyes closed.

“Miss, how did you get in here? You aren’t allowed in-“

And like a light switch, he’s opening his eyes to meet yours.

His jaw unclenches, and his lips are upturning in seconds.

“She’s with me,” He says, and if he wasn’t sprawled out on a hospital-grade inspection table, you’d think he’s in zero pain all of a sudden.

The security gaurds sigh and fidget for a second as they send each other conflicted looks, but they let you in anyway. Still, getting into trouble and facing the consequences of your actions for trespassing is the least of your worries at the moment.

Like clockwork, your eyes are on him and the smile he shoot’s you as you make your way closer. By this time, your eyes are pooling with tears as he scrunches his cute little nose in discomfort—but his smile never faulters.

“Tiny, why are you crying?” He says through a laugh, calling you by the infamous nickname he gave you. It didn’t matter if you were taller or smaller than him, he loved to coddle you.

You can’t help but smack him on the shoulder as you sit down next to him—much to the dismay of the sub-coach and therapists currently in the room.

This definitely gaurnered you a couple side eyes.

Still, his laughs continue as his dark fluffy hair bounces about, his gummy smile causes a warmness in your chest and alerts the caretakers that he was just fine.

“Why am I crying? Are you serious? Why am I crying?!” You repeat loudly, brows furrowed and very angry at how he wasn’t taking this seriously.

Still he laughs, gaze softening as he stares you down and leans over, beckoning you in for a kiss without saying a word. You lean down reluctantly, your lips connecting to the corner of his mouth quickly before you’re pulling away.

“Gunwook, I’m not playing with you. You better tell me your condition right now before I beat it out of you.” You threaten whilst pushing his bangs out of his eyes, your actions in complete contrast to your words.

He giggles again, leaning as best as he can to get another kiss, but only able to make it to your chin. You just stare blank-faced as you eye him and don’t help him out at all in his efforts to reach your lips again.

“Oh, you’re calling me by my name now? I swear I’m fine, it’s nothing-“ He reasons, stars in his dark eyes, clearly very amused at your current worked-up state and the hard front you’re putting up now despite it.

Without letting anymore bullshit fall from his lips, you turn to the physician therapist who you note flinches for just a second.

“Uh- His kneecap was dislocated, we just finished doing a repositioning before you arrived. With some elevation, ice and rest—maybe a bit of physical therapy…he should heal in about six weeks or so. As for getting back on the field, it could take longer.” He states, looking at his paperwork.

You shoot Gunwook a glare.

This was nothing?

A dislocated fucking kneecap?

“What? Tiny, I’m fine. It doesn’t even hurt.” He says, adoration in his gaze.

You aren’t convinced.

The doctors in the room aren’t convinced.

“A dislocated knee? Wook I saw you right before you were made aware I was here. Stop being like that-“ You nag, feeling terrible that he feels he can’t suffer outwardly on an effort to stop you from worrying.

He just smiles a very playful smile.

“Mini…how did you get in here?” He says, giggling out another nickname.

Was he serious?

Was this why he was practically shooting you heart eyes? Now it was evident to you that he was day-dreaming about the amount of things you probably had to do in order to get to him.

Boy was whipped.

He was insane.

And you, frankly, were done.

With one swift movement you go to stand and walk out, but he’s quick to try and sit up, grasping at your figure. He doesn’t get anywhere near touching you however, because his quick movements and straining causes a wince to fly past his lips on impulse.

You’re quick to snap back to him, your pettiness no match for your baby in pain.

“Oh my god- Stop moving! Fine! I won’t leave, shit!” You say, coming right back to his side and holding his hand as his nose scrunches back up again.

He grapples onto your hand with his and the warmth from them puts him at ease through the pain. Gunwook allows himself a couple more grimace’s as he settles back down before he’s opening one eye to look at your worried state.

He lets out a pained chuckle again, his fingers now going to lace with yours.

“Hmm, your jokes about swiping my ankles and snatching my knee-caps are off the table now, huh?” He questions jokingly, looking at you again with those curved eyes, the prettiest one’s he could possibly muster whilst in pain.

You sigh but crack a smile at this, your other hand going to clasp at your intertwined hands and bringing them close to your chest as you lean forward on his table.

“No, it’s even more ironic now. Your kneecaps are forreal mine.” You joke back, finally letting a calm energy settle in now that your boyfriend is able to joke around even during the most intense pain.

He just chuckles with pursed lips, letting his eyes close against his high cheekbones that are raising whilst he tries to bite back a grin.

Gunwook was smitten.

Even in situations like this, he felt you were perfect for him.

Yes, he was upset that this probably meant he had a season ending injury with how his sub-coach walked out of the room with a pat to his purple-jersey-covered shoulder, but he was very touched to see you make so much effort to be by his side and be so worried for him.

“Tiny, how much do I owe you?” He asks through closed eyes.

You tilt your head in confusion.

“What?”

Gunwook smiles, finally opening his eyes and looking over at you.

“How much did you pay to get in here? Seriously, who did you pay off?” He jokes, his other hand going up to shield his gummy laugh.

You roll your eyes.

“It’s not funny! I was crying so hard they probably felt pity and decided to let me in finally! Damn! A girl can’t go see her injured boyfriend? You could’ve been on your death bed for all I know!” You exaggerated.

He continues to smile at you, whilst taking in each of your features. It was the kind of gaze that made you shy around him. Your relationship dynamic was more like best friends, but it was at times like these where he made you feel like a giddy school girl.

It was terrible.

“Wah~ You just love me so much, huh?” He asks as his thumb rubs over the top of yours.

You roll your eyes.

“Park Gunwook, you should see yourself right now. You were in so much pain but now look at you…in pain but all smiley…tsk tsk.” You tease back, and he glares at you through pink cheeks.

“Exactly.” You jokingly confirm as he glares.

You let a genuine smile raise to your face for the first time since he was carried off the field after that fateful football play.

He just stays silent as he watches you, then lets a grin grace his face again.

It was like it belonged there.

“You didn’t even make the touchdown.” You mutter, deciding to continue teasing him, knowing he could take it.

He feigns a facial expression of faux hurt, grasping at his heart as he gasps. “Wooow~ So that’s how it is?…wow, okay.” He says, shooting you an all-knowing look.

“That’s okay though, because you still scored.” You say, deciding to be witty.

He looks at you, lips pressed into a thin line and trying not to laugh.

“What? What’s the punch line? That I scored you?” He laughs, completely and utterly enamored and equally irritated with you.

You nod as you laugh out, feeling like the smoothest and funniest person in the world.

“I know, I know! I’m so funny, sexy, and cute!” You muse, flipping your hair back.

Gunwook just smiles at you in annoyance, but he’s quick to nod at your statement. “Yes,” He starts, “…I can confirm you are all of those things.”

And just like that, you’re blushing and sending him a side eye.

He always knew how to turn your jokes back in on yourself. He was always the smoothest in the room.

“Aye~ Don’t sweet talk, you’re not getting out of this. Who told you that you could get hurt?!” You nag, trying to avoid the subject.

And the conversation went on just like this.

When his teammates finished the game with a win and came over to check in on him, he held your hand the whole time. When they left, he continued to conversate with you by his side, and it took his mom coming in for you to realize hours had gone by.

“Alright, thank you for staying with him,” Your future mother-in-law states with a smile, “…we’ll send you the details of which hospital we end up going to.”

“Alright, thank you.” You say and send her a smile, then steal one last glance at Gunwook.

He too was smiling at you already, that loving gaze still on display. You roll your eyes and smile back, waving at him.

Before you could turn to leave, however, he’s waving you over for one last hug.

When you walk over and lean into his arms, he whispers into your hair just loud enough for you to hear; “Don’t worry Tiny, I’ll make sure you don’t have to pay anymore people off to get to me. I promise.”

He was so annoying, maybe irritating at best—and your heart swells.

In that moment, when your cheeks flush and your heart-rate picks up, you know his words hold purpose—they were particularly chosen and uttered with meaning.

“Funny, Wook. Don’t hurt too much without me.” You tease then kiss his forehead when you pull away; making him feel like the baby girl that he is.

Right in front of his mom.

You had no shame.

“I’ll see you later! Promise!” You shout out to him, walking backwards down the hall until you couldn’t see his flushed state anymore.

It seems even through pain and unforseeable circumstances you two would always find each other.

That much, was true.

It was a promise.

2024 © lovepookie

♡ please do not plagarize, repost, copy or translate any of my works. thank you.

ALL I GOT hong seunghan

☆ TROPES … [best friends to lovers] [childhood friends to lovers] [mutual pining] [singer x photographer] [college au, school of the arts] [slow-burn, or at least im trying to make it one]

☆ CONTENT WARNINGS … [female reader] [mature themes and topics] [fluff] [suggestive & smut] [18+] [depictions of overcoming toxic relationships] [non-idol au] [canon smoker seunghan] [infidelity/cheating]

☆ CHARACTERS … [riize] [sunoo of enhypen] [keena & sio (ex) of fiftyfifty] [jisung of nct dream]

☆ sunoo and reader are twins! smua is a fictional college of the arts, which includes a variety of professions, photography, music, and modeling being the main ones!

PLAYLIST … [all i got by baekhyun] [moonstruck by enhypen] [say by keshi] [stargazing by the neighbourhood] [iloveyou by between friends] [toothbrush by dnce] [fight or flight by conan gray] [call me back by chase atlantic] [are you bored yet? by wallows] [kaleidoscope by chappell roan] [the night we met by lord huron] [spring snow by 10cm] [animal by neon trees]

PLAYLIST KEY … [example] = staple song to the story

her profiles | his profiles

[i “drop that bitch.”] [ii “i can’t leave her, she’s my everything”] [iii “we’re just friends.” (half smau/half written)] [iiii “shit just got real”] [v “im here for you, always.”] [vi “day trip to jeju??!”] [vii eunseok has no chill] [viii “you’re confusing me, yn”] [viiii “we should talk about that” (half smau/half written)]

complete? [yes] [no]

TAGLIST, comment to be added - [@seunghancore] [@wiggledingle]

[likes and reblogs are appreciated! it helps promote my story!]

pairing : ot22 x reader. sm rookies! shohei/eunseok/seunghan x reader. sungtaro x reader.

genre : fluff + angst + suggestive content throughout. 

warnings : suggestive content from a certain point. implications of bullying, swearing. toxic relationships. further warnings at every preview, written chapter etc please tell me if there are warnings I may have missed. everything in this fic is fictional. 

summary : in which a girl farewells every boy she’s ever loved (or at least had romantic feelings for) in order to prove that her feelings for one particular boy are very real and unwavering. 

status : completed

taglist : @matchahyuck @haisuken @dinonuguaegi @replayenthusiast @90s-belladonna @scftharu @ahnneyong @liliansun

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author’s note : now pls bear with me, this is kind of a concept that rattles me a little bit so pay attention to the previews which are listed as ‘phones’. timestamps aren’t necessarily important unless stated. i’ve had this idea in my head for 3+ years now and i’ve written about 13 chapters and i just cannot hold on any longer so here it is. 

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prologue :

P H O N E (1)

chapter one : hong seunghan

chapter two : osaki shotaro

chapter three : moon taeil

chapter four : matsushima shohei

chapter five : jung jaehyun

P H O N E (2)

chapter six : chittaphon leechaiyapornkul

chapter seven : park jisung

chapter eight : lee jeno

chapter nine : lee taeyong

chapter ten : jung sungchan

P H O N E (3)

chapter eleven : yuta nakamato

P H O N E (6)

chapter twelve : wong kunhang

chapter thirteen : kim doyoung

P H O N E (7)

chapter fourteen : song eunseok

chapter fifteen : na jaemin

chapter sixteen : lee donghyuck

chapter seventeen : mark lee

chapter eighteen : zhong chenle

chapter nineteen : liu yangyang

chapter twenty : johnny suh

chapter twenty one : dong sicheng

P H O N E (8)

chapter twenty two : qian kun

chapter twenty three : xiao dejun

chapter twenty four : kim jungwoo

chapter twenty five : huang renjun

P H O N E (9)

epilogue : you, again

author’s confessions + thank you wrap up