Hi there, can i request some recommendations for a female idol who has classy rich and expensive vibes, age range of 1997-2000 please
hi anon! here are 28 girls that i think fit into the criteria! remember to cast accordingly and everyone is korean unless specified :)
also, sorry for the lack of photos, i'm currently very busy right now :/
1997
miyeon ((g)i-dle)
rosé (blackpink)
yuju (cherry bullet)
chaeyeon (dia)
saerom (fromis_9)
jinsoul (loona)
jiho (oh my girl)
mina (twice/japanese)
1998
jiwon (fromis_9)
sakura (le sserafim)
jieqiong (ex pristin)
umji (viviz)
1999
doa (alice)
sohee (alice)
dayoung (wjsn)
kang hyewon (soloist)
xiaoting (kep1er/chinese)
kim lip (loona)
yeri (red velvet)
tzuyu (twice/taiwanese)
doyeon (weki meki)
2000
karina (aespa)
yiren (everglow/chinese)
nakyung (fromis_9)
yeji (itzy)
chaewon (le sserafim)
heejin (loona)
hyunjin (loona)
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his hands slowly trailed further down your waist, suddenly ripping your panties to shreds within a matter of seconds.
“i liked those asshole-!” you complain, avoiding looking into his eyes. because let’s face it, you’re not really mad at him.
“i know baby, i know. i’ll buy you ten more yeah ? how about the whole store ? would that make up for this ?” he looked at you with expectant eyes, smirking a little.
“i- yeah whatever! just, let’s continue” you mumbled, face and body feeling hot.
“as you wish baby”
kuroo tetsurou, eren jaeger, gojo satoru, sakusa fucking kiyoomi !? itoshi sae, miya atsumu (all characters aged up!)
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Steddie Drabble, TW: child abuse.
Initially, Wayne doesn’t care for Steve. Calls him “the Harrington boy” or “Richard’s son” with contempt, asks if “Richard’s son” is coming over for dinner again and Eddie just rolls his eyes and says “yes, Wayne, STEVE is coming over at 7.” Wayne doesn’t like him because…well, he’s not stupid to judge a book by its cover, he thinks.
But the fifth time Harrington comes over, he brings a bouquet of flowers, and Eddie, well, his cheeks are redder than the spaghetti sauce Wayne’s been stirring, so that’s something.
And then the sixth time Steve comes over, he brings Wayne a Garfield magnet. It’s small, “found it at the thrifty mart with Robin, I’m sorry it’s not brand new…” Steve mumbles, and Eddie is wide eyed and smiling, and Wayne LOVES Garfield. He puts it on the fridge, pats Steve on the back, says “um, thank you son.”
They fall into a pattern, the three of them. Steve comes over for dinner every Friday night after work. He dresses clean and is polite to Wayne, helps with the dishes, sometimes brings bread rolls or licorice or beer or jokes. Eddie starts setting the table. Wayne starts laughing at the jokes. After Steve leaves, Wayne knows Eddie smiles himself to sleep. It’s different, now.
And then the next time Steve is supposed to come over for dinner, he doesn’t show. Eddie had been making macaroni and cheese all evening, grating the cheese carefully as he bopped his head to some metal song, cheerful, and then it was 7 and then it was 8 and then Wayne thought “maybe call him, Ed.”
Nobody answers. When they call again, nobody answers. And Wayne has a bad feeling about it.
It isn’t until almost 11, dinner cold and Eddie pacing, about to radio someone named Robin when Steve’s car pulls up, they know the lights so well. They run outside to greet him and Eddie freezes when Steve starts falling out of the drivers seat, face dark and pained. Wayne jumps into action. Wayne catches Steve and hauls him into the trailer, his living room, and oh god, he’s covered in bruises like he was put through Eddie’s cheese grater, and oh god, Eddie’s broken out into tears behind him.
Steve’s left eye is swollen shut, and his face is purple and bloody. His lip is split and his hair is wild, his shirt is torn, and Wayne wonders what’s underneath the shirt as he gets the first aid kit, wonders how the hell he thought Steven was anything other than an angel.
Eddie gets a dish towel wet in the kitchen and cleans Steve’s face, quiet and crying, and Wayne sets the first aid kit down next to Eddie and makes some coffee. He thinks about talking, doesn’t. Touches the Garfield magnet for good luck. He feels like maybe Steve needs it.
Steve who is holding Eddie’s wrist as he cleans him up, wincing and crying from his good eye. Finally, after a silence that gives Wayne heartburn, Eddie sits back on his heels and says whisper quiet, “your dad?”
Steve gulps, blinks. “My uh, my dad. I was writing you uh, uh a love note.” Eddie looks over at Wayne. Wayne wipes his brow. “But uh, he found it, and your name’s not uh, Edith” Steve lets out a chuff, winces again. “So he asked what was going on, and I told him. I told him. And then he said I had one minute to take it back or he’d make me take it back.” Eddie lets out a small gasp, more like a howl, and sits completely on the floor. Wayne sits down at the table, cold mac and cheese looking like a sick joke. And he’s so mad. Wayne is so, so mad, seeing this young man who so obviously loves his pride and joy, shares in his pride and joy, who brings him apples to make apple pie, he growls out
“Don’t you worry about a thing, Steven, not one thing. You stay here long as you like, hell, don’t leave. We got you, boy.”
And that’s that. Steve crumples in on himself, and Eddie pulls him into a big hug, just holds him, rocks him, coos “a love note, huh, sweetheart? For me?” And Steve nods until he nods off.
The next morning, while Robin takes care of Steve, Wayne and Eddie break into Steve’s room, clear out everything he owns, and slash his dad’s tires. That was Wayne’s idea - the least he could do for a loved one.
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