#Feroze

[hana-no-seiiki]

RECREATIONAL

THIRD PART TO FEROZEVE SERIES : [PREVIOUS] [MASTERLIST] [NEXT?]

YANDERE POP IDOL! OC x MANAGER! READER x YANDERE ROCKSTAR SMUT

tw/cw: reader uses gn pronouns but has a dicc, unprotected seggs, unrealistic seggs, anal seggs. switch! reader, switch! eve, gong! feroze. dub/non con.

status: unedited.

thank you hubby @moyazaika for letting me use your son again, and for the voters that picked this fic (🤰🏻) in the emoji poll.

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“Mx. Ma-na-ger~ !” Eve drawled as he glomped you from behind. Despite not hearing what he had to say or do aside from assaulting you with hugs, you were already dreading the next moments of your life.

“Eve, no.” You tried slipping away but are unfortunately unable to defeat hours of dance routines and gyms sessions Eve had to go through as a part of his training and work.

“But Mx. Ma ↗ na ↘ ger ↗ ! ! ! ” His pitch fluctuated as you had resorted to shaking him off instead.

“Eve, I already told you that I’m busy.”

And then he pouted.

You see, when an idol like the Jisoo Han pouts it is almost as if the entire universe has ended. It’s like the feeling you’d get when every puppy or god forbid every kitten dies. The feeling of utter sadness so insurmountable you almost crumble to your knees.

Eve had the power to create smiles and laughter across the globe, but he also had the power to completely destroy any semblance of happiness from a person. You knew that power very well.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, desperately attempting not to cringe or cry from his actions.“Fine. I’ll be free next evening. Don’t. Bother. Rosy.”

You thought he’d be satisfied with your answer but he only pouts even harder.

You sighed. This absolute man-child. “. . . Soo.”

He immediately flicks back to his cheery self. A boyish grin on his face as he separated himself from you and skipped away. “Okay~! I’ll see ya soon.”

That was way too easy. Oh god. What could that demon be thinking of?

As soon as he left, another one of your man-children came into your office. Groaning, he plopped himself atop one of your bean bag chairs.

Feroze doesn’t utter a word, and you could tell that his hangover had been a pain to deal with. Usually he’d already be all over you. It sort of reminded you of how he was during your early days with him. Still, he made the effort to show up despite the massive migraine he should be feeling right now.

“I—“ You started, but you are unable to finish your words as he’d already beat you to the chase.

“I love you, really love you, but if your next words are I told you so. Just don’t.”

Darn, he knew you too well. Time to take a different approach to asserting your correctness.

“Well you know what they say—“

“I’m going out to eat.” He seemingly teleported in front of you, flicking your forehead. And then, he was out. Just poof. Disappeared.

You stared at the hangover medicine you prepared for him located in the drawer of your desk, and humphed, “. . .He didn’t even let me finish.”

There are many stages of love in Urdu and Arab world. Attraction, love and even death, but infatuation; عشق (ishq) was what Feroze identified with. Literally speaking it just meant love. Symbolically however, it meant so, so much more.

It was both all of love in itself and a stage of it. It was above the notion of logic or sense. Just as how he felt with you.

❝

Ishq Nazuk-Mizaj Hai Behad (Love has a delicate disposition)

Aql Ka Bojh Utha Nahin Sakta (It cannot bear burden of logic)

❞

As an Urdu poet Akbar Allahabadi would say.

Feroze’s entire existence revolved around yours. He breathed for you, he’d die for you. The biggest regret in his life was how he didn’t meet you sooner, didn’t treat you the way you were supposed to sooner.

Feroze wasn’t actually mad or even annoyed by your words earlier. He could never, ever have such feelings towards you. He just needed an excuse to follow Eve. As to why he didn’t just do that? Well he had to see your face that morning to cleanse himself, of course. One look at you per day and all the negative energy in his life seemed to just fade away.

“Mr. Khan! How’s the hangover?” Speaking of negative energy.

Eve and him had been bonding quite well over the past few weeks. It was a miracle in itself. Despite the former’s overt interest in Feroze’s manager, he found the boy too cute to be murdered in his sleep. He had this ‘baby-ghorl’ aura about him that Feroze couldn’t help but be amused with. The rockstar could see why this idol had so many fans.

Eve approached him, his usually sparkly grin covered by the dark mask his disguise included. Promotional material for their collab had already been released to the public and has thus put them in the spotlight once more. Trying to go to that bar last night was already hell in the first place, meeting in a cafe where anyone could see them? That was just a wish for death.

Eve slid a small glass bottle that looked a lot like those syrups they marketed for younger kids. Or poison, one or the other.

Without a word, Feroze downed the liquid. And then immediately regretted his decision, hacking at the taste of it all, “What did you just give to me?”

“A hangover cure. Those usually don’t taste good no matter what country I go to. I knew you were a lightweight but I barely got to drink before you —“ Eve halted his bullying as soon as he saw the deathly glare Feroze threw at him.“Fine~ Fine! I’m sure Mx. Manager already made fun of your situation.”

Feroze turned his hazel eyes to the bottle.

“You spiked my drink, didn’t you?”

Eve doesn’t freeze up, he doesn’t even flinch, not a sign of guilt could be found on him. Feroze wouldn’t be surprised if the ravenette actually didn’t feel a hint of remorse for what he did. He acknowledges the boy’s fearless attitude. “I’m sorry?”

“I said, you spiked my drink didn’t you? Last night. I saw you put it in, but decided you could have a little fun with your ex-manager.” He emphasized your current status, that being out of Eve’s employment and in his. “So, did you?”

Eve twirled a lock of his bangs, avoiding eye contact. His ears had turned completely red. The usual glow about him somewhat dissipated. “Not enough.”

Feroze who was much less careful about his reputation and actions took Eve’s hand in his and held it, tightly. His callused fingers contrasted greatly to Eve’s soft, moisturized hands. “Well, we can’t have our Soo here feeling unsatisfied do we?” He massaged each finger vigorously while simultaneously keeping it as still as possible.

“What’s the catch? You wouldn’t just give away the love of your life away. Would you?”

“No. You’re right. I would never. But the benefits outweigh the negatives. I believe this collaboration of ours will help everyone in the long run.”

“Deal.”

“Deal.”

You loved schedules and planning. It was everything to you. It’s why you worked as a manager for all these years. The intricacies of time management gave you a rush you could not explain. Perhaps this emotion was akin to what Feroze confessed to feeling about you. Though you heavily doubted it was that close.

You weren’t the type to beat up people if they didn’t follow you or your beloved schedule.

Were you?

In any case, as appointed, you arrived at Eve’s and Feroze’s shared studio. Perfectly on time.

“So, what did you want me for?”

“Well, I was recording this track. I already have Mr. Khan’s vocals and mine I just need . . .”

You had the knack to read Eve’s mind before he even spoke. It was why he adored you so much. Studying him was just a part of the job in your case. Despite his almost angelic demeanor, he felt more like the child you had to babysit rather than a proper partner.

“No way. I can’t sing.” You waved your hands in protest. You can barely hold a regular note for too long, how were you able to keep up with those trained singers the company usually hired for these things? You were meant to be in the backstage, not the center or anywhere near there.

Eve easily shoved you in the recording booth, “That’s why I’m here silly. To help you, now get in the booth.”

“Eve—“ You mouthed, trying your best to get out. But the exit had already been locked. Damn, how was he so fast?

And it’s official. The idol had you trapped. So easily as well. He should have done this ages ago. “Soo.” Your voice barely came out, anxiety hindering its proper passage. This wasn’t going to actually be a recording session was it?

His right hand then grabbed your outer thigh. You flinched, you thrash around, but he doesn’t stop.“Soo, I can’t do this with you — gah —“

“But why not~? Aren’t you a good little manager? You’ll do this for me won’t you?” He unbuttoned your pants, slowly pulling them down. Savoring the reveal of your precious [s/c] skin. While his scarlet eyes were firmly glued to your face, his left hand wandered to your clothed cock. Three fingers pressed against it, moving up and down gently.

“Mmf — For your information, I’m only obliged to follow Feroze’s —“ He stopped.

His appendages leave your side in a second. You were utterly disappointed in yourself as you realized you already missed his skin making contact with your body.

“Soo?”

He stood still for seconds until his fingers twitched.

After which, he laughed.

“HAHAHAHAHA! You think you were ever someone else’s? You’re mine, [Y/N]. Mine.”

It unnerved you. Not how maniacal his words or his guffawing, no, it was how genuine it felt in comparison to his usual one. In fact you were so caught up with his breakdown that you couldn’t even protest as he carried you in his arms, shoving lube up your little asshole and making you face the wall.

You hadn’t even realized his own penis was not covered anymore.

Everything just hits you when he thrusted in. Filling you with one slide.“Now make music for me, hm?”

Despite the microphone being a little too far from you, you were positive it could pick up the moan you just made.

It was like you felt everything, pain and pleasure mixed inside you and you couldn’t tell if you were enjoying this sick act or completely hated it. But one thing was for sure, you do nothing to stop him. Completely consumed by the feeling of his dick rearranging your organs.

“Louder, baby.” He picked up the pace, before shortly cumming inside you without warning. A reminder of his status as a virgin despite his personality. It doesn’t take long for him to get going again. “I wanted to be inside you for so long. I want to stay inside you forever.”

As Eve started speeding up, a mop of red hair entered your vision, “Rosy—“

You expected anger, you expected a murder you’d have to somehow cover up. But all your current client does was grab Eve by the shoulders.

“Ease up there, Soo.”

Eve’s horrifically ‘calm’ expression switches back into his playful once he faced Khan. You didn’t even know how much fear was pumping within your veins until he calmed down (at least outwardly) “C’mon. I know even you wouldn’t be able to resist this little hole.”

Were they . . . in this together? No they couldn’t be. They were just so different.

If only you knew how alike they were.

The limited space in the booth didn’t really feel good to the three of you upon Feroze’s words “Scooch over.” Eve had to back up while he was still inside you, allowing the other man to squeeze in.

Feroze grabbed your chin with one hand making you look to his face. “Look at me, meri jaan. My ishq.” and your cock with the other, tenderly stroking your member. “I love you alright? More than anything else in this world.”

“Then —“

“Let you go? Not a chance in hell.” He chuckled, increasing the pace of his handjob.

If you thought that Eve using you was too much, it was nigh impossible to imagine the stimulation you were currently receiving. “Sh- sto . . hah — p. Please.”

“Don’t break them yet, I haven’t even came.” You could however imagine the pout on Eve’s face. His thrusts stuttering from its once regular rhythm.

“Ssh. We’re doing this to record their pretty voice aren’t we?”

“Stop! Wh - hah - what about Soo’s reputation?”

Eve would use those words to blame you for his future breakdowns later on, your show of concern making his dick even harder than it already. But for now he could only express this feeling of gratitude by pushing it in deeper. “I’m a solo act now baby. It’s fine~”

“F-Fuhuck, I’m — “ He came inside you the second time, making your slick hole even wetter and causing you to cum all over Feroze’s hands.

“My turn.” The older man yanked you away. Eve’s semen dripped down to your thighs and legs as he’d separated from you.

“Hey!” He protested. But if there was one person who was more swole than Eve it was Feroze. The man putting him in a slightly bended position; looking away, and you in between the two singers.

“Hold on to his waist, meri jaan.”

You do as your told, feeling Feroze align your dick to Eve’s hole. Wait- he was completely dry how would he-

The answer was that Eve would take you no matter what. It did not feel great to either one of you, the only lubrication that existed was your previous ejaculation, and part of you knew that Feroze intended that. “Mmf—!” Mostly because he doesn’t take any time to warn you before he also inserts himself but in you. “I haven’t done something like this in ages . . . but nothing could compare to this”

Feroze helps you into a rhythm that ensured that you were either completely inside Eve or him inside you at every moment. Overstimulating you once more. When it came for his turn to thrust however, he put so much power that often times it would move you forwards and go a bit to deep.

“Shit! You’re doing that on purpose!”

“Not my fault you’re too excited to put a lil lube in!”

“I- I - think I’m — ! “ You closed your eyes, feeling your second release. A high you��ve never once reached before. A kind of high that ruins others as you’d find yourself chasing it.

But you knew, you knew it’d be impossible without these two men aiding you in that climb.

Feroze was right behind you as you reached the top. Thick, hot ropes of cum spill all over inside of you.

The three of you took deep breaths, but it was only a short respite for what would be a long, long, night. “We’re not done yet. I only came once.”

“The hell—“

Feroze turned you to face him, positioning you atop Eve’s back. His handsome face looked stunning even underneath the dim lighting.

You did not know if his following question was directed towards you or ravenette, “You won’t mind this, won’t you?” Just that his cock had already been enveloped by Eve’s canal.

“Mr. Khannnn, you could have let me lube up.” The idol complained between moans.

“You took them no problem but not me?”

“You’re different! And bigger! Ah, fuck!”

“You deserve a little punishment for spiking my drink. Besides their cum should be more than enough.”

“He did what?!”

“Ack—!”

“Take it, کنجر (kanjr)”

Feroze cackled at your worried face and Eve’s pain, pounding into him without a care in the world. His sadism really knew no bounds.

You three ended up staying the studio all night. Your hole and cock being used up for all its worth.

The album ended up being a massive hit. The title track, the one with your ‘vocals’ ended up breaking records and staying at the top of charts for months.

Comments on the song largely talking about how realistic the sensual sounds of sex in the background was. Completely unaware that it was the two famous singers making love to you.

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

fun fact: i was rocking out to mlp music while writing this lol (that and my cousin watching van helsing in the background, very very loudly)

[boqorka]

Romantic Love Notes for Her: How to Express Your Love in Writing

At some point in our lives, most of us have felt the need to express our love for someone in writing. However, finding the right words to convey our deepest feelings can be challenging. That's where romantic love notes come in handy. In this article, we will guide you through the process of writing the perfect love note for her.

Why Love Notes Matter

Love notes are a timeless way to express your love and affection for your significant other. They can be a simple yet powerful gesture that shows your partner that you care. Writing a love note allows you to put your thoughts and emotions into words, which can be especially helpful if you find it difficult to express yourself verbally.

Tips for Writing Romantic Love Notes

When it comes to writing a love note, there are no strict rules. However, there are some tips that can help you create a more meaningful and heartfelt message:

1. Be specific

Instead of writing generic statements like "I love you," try to be more specific. For example, you could mention a specific quality that you appreciate about her or a moment that you shared together.

2. Use vivid language

To make your love note more memorable, try to use descriptive language that paints a picture in her mind. Use adjectives and metaphors to describe your feelings.

3. Write from the heart

The most important aspect of a love note is that it comes from the heart. Don't worry about being poetic or using fancy words. Write what you feel, and your message will be genuine and authentic.

Examples of Romantic Love Notes

Here are some examples of romantic love notes that you can use as inspiration for your own message:

1. Sweet and Simple

"Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure. I love you more every day."

2. Playful and Fun

"You make me laugh, you make me smile, and you make me the happiest person in the world. I'm so lucky to have you in my life."

3. Poetic and Romantic

"In your eyes, I see a reflection of my soul. In your touch, I feel the warmth of your love. In your heart, I have found my home."

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This is so good and well-written and Im salivating.

♯ yandere! rockstar x manager! reader ♪

— feroze gives up playing nice and finally gets what he really wants.

cw: possessive themes, blood and violence (kinda detailed, but not to reader) & implied noncon nsfw.

notes: this is so late. blame my depression LOL. was listening to greetings from califournia whilst writing!

everyone who was anyone was scheduled to attend tonight's party.

although, it was quite evident when the red carpet was rolled out and the limousines and sports cars parked, who the paparazzi were really here for.

because despite his undisguised disdain for the flashing cameras and curious reporters that surrounded him — from the moment he stepped out of his sleek black car (la voiture noir, one of the only two in existence) everyone’s eyes were on feroze khan.

and for good reason, you mused, as he turned around to help you out of the low car. tonight, you had made sure the stylist did her best, even offered her a raise. and god, when you looked at him, you realised that every second paid off.

red henna adorned his knuckles, decorating the golden rings he wore against traditional designs of gorgeous flowers and spirals that trailed up the muscles of his arms. his suit was a dark green velvet which contrasted his brown skin perfectly.

his crimson hair was done half up-half down, some stray waves falling across his thick eyebrows and dark eyes, lined with kajal. his silver nose piercing had been replaced by a larger, gold ring, its dainty chain extended from his nose ring to the upper lobes of his left ear.

he looks unfairly good - and every bit the man whose posters are hung up on every teenager’s walls and whose pictures take up half of the storage of your phone.

you're broken out of your reverie by a low chuckle, “it’s rude to stare, meri jaan.” feroze says, as he extends his hand out towards you.

a frown, “i wasn’t staring.” you try not to focus on how sweetly the words fall from his lips, my love — and take his hand as he helps you out the car,

“of course you weren’t.” followed by a knowing smile as his warm fingers are curl around yours, pulling you to his side, like you’ve never belonged more anywhere else.

the paparazzi are on you instantly, and the moment you take a step onto the red carpet that leads to the expensive venue before you, their attention is divided amongst the two of you, instead of being pinned on the rockstar entirely.

you can tell by the way the man besides you reaches his other arm around your shoulders, almost possessively, that he knows this too.

you lean in closer, lower your voice so only he can hear you. “remember to be good tonight, rosy. everyone’s going to be watching you really carefully after that stunt you pulled at the interview.”

“stay next to me, then.” is all the rockstar replies, and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at him. "it's the least you can do for dragging me to this stupid party."

he leans closer to you, lips against your helix and hand over it, as if he were telling you a secret. "though, you could always repay the favour in other ways."

you swat feroze’s hand away, and hope he can’t feel the warm flush on your skin, but you know it’s wishful thinking with the low laugh he lets out as he leads you through the grand double doors, wide open and inviting, as the two of you step in together, albeit a few hours late.

inside, the party is in full swing. a large chandelier overlooks gossiping guests with fur coats and expensive jewels draped over their polished skin. laughter and music waft through the large hall, and champagne flutes adorn everyone’s hands.

there’s something carefully careless about the air in the hall, but feroze’s presence besides you is a constant comfort as you lead him through the crowd and to the bar.

he raises an eyebrow, but follows you faithfully, fingers interlaced with yours and enjoying every moment of it, “we just arrived, and you want to share a drink with me already?”

“don’t get ahead of yourself, khan.” you roll your eyes but he doesn’t miss the sound of quiet laughter against your knuckles. “besides, we both know you’d be begging for attention and clinging to me in two drinks, anyways.” you tease, “lightweight.”

“i don’t need to beg for your attention.” he says, trying his best not to reach out and just pull you closer. “and don’t forget how most of the time it’s you doing the begging, meri jaan.”

“feroze!” you hiss, turning your back to him so he doesn’t see the smile you’re trying your hardest to keep hidden, lest it only encourage him. “can you not say things like that so carelessly in public?”

“is someone getting all shy?” the man teases, a lazy smile on his lips as he pokes your cheek from behind. “hmm. cute, but i prefer when you’re being all bratty and demanding.”

“first off, i’m not bratty, you’re just annoying.” you untangle your fingers from his with a frown, even though your heart feels undeniably full. “and secondly, has anyone ever told you you talk way too much?”

he hums absently., as if giving actual thought to the matter before responding, “no, actually. for some reason, i only ever hear that from you.”

curious stares follow the two of you, the worlds most prominent musician and his grumpy manager — but it isn’t enough for him, no. it isn’t anywhere near enough. he needs everyone to see that he’s yours, and you’re his.

and maybe they would have, if you hadn’t insisted on covering up the hickeys he’d left all over your neck, for the sake of being presentable and professional.

absently, he watches you speak to the bartender, hates the way the bartender passes you a friendly smile and hates it even more when you smile back. but he's willing to forget that the moment you turn back to him, looking so beautiful, always so fucking gorgeous.

“you look wonderful today, so put together.” he says, words tinged with a teasing tone, accompanied by a lighthearted smile. “i can barely believe you’re the same person i made such a mess of just last night.”

“one more word,” you take two flutes from the bartender, and fix him with the deadliest glare you can muster. “and i’m leaving you here all alone, khan.”

“no more rosy?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. you shake your head and feroze can’t help but think about how beautiful you are, even when you’re annoyed with him. even when he refuses to listen to you, despite your role as his manager.

“only when you behave.” you respond, setting your flute down to beckon him closer. “now stay still, and let me fix your hair.”

he hates your role as his manager most in moments like these, when you gently brush stray strands of his dark red waves from his face, and he watches the way you run your fingers through his hair, wanting to see if the curl will hold, with a certain fondness he reserves for you only.

in moments where he wants nothing more than to kiss you until he can't breathe and and your mellifluous voice can’t say anything except his name. he needs to show you, time and time again, what exactly you mean to him. but, as you never fail to remind him, professionalism.

“one more thing, feroze—” you're about to say something, presumably to remind him again, to be on his best behaviour, or to stop staring at his lips so intently.

either way, he doesn't get to find out, because just as you hand him a champagne flute, you’re cut off by a tap on his shoulder, accompanied by a familiar voice, and a fake smile.

“hello, khan.” a smooth voice greets, “haven’t had the pleasure of seeing you at once of these for a while.”

at the sound of his name, feroze turns, doesn't bother to smile when he greets the man behind him. you notice the musician recognises him instantly, albeit his complete disinterest he outwardly expresses in indulging in any conversation.

"vuong, always such a joy to meet you." the rockstar drawls, in a voice which indicates the exact opposite.

it’s only when the star says his name do you realise who this is, and can’t help but wonder how your troublemaking musician seems to be so well acquainted with the ceo of the most reputable celebrity management company in this country.

"you doing good, khan?” michael asks. he looks the epitome of this party’s high class audience. “heard you topped the charts seventh time in a row, hm?” a charming man donned in an expensive suit and diamond earrings, silky hair slicked back, and a pretty smile that doesn’t entirely reach his dull eyes.

“whilst it’s sweet of you to ask about my career, michael, how about we skip the formalities and you tell me what you’re really here for?” feroze says plainly, and you notice that michael’s eyes wander from the musician and over to you.

“very well,” michael’s rolex glints under the chandelier’s lights as he vaguely gestures to you, “i’ve been meaning to hire a competent, experienced, and resilient assistant for one of my more difficult clients.” he begins, in a polite accent you can’t quite place. “my brother, actually.”

“so your little brother needs a babysitter and you want my manager for the job?”

“when you put it like that, it sounds bad.” michael sighs wearily, no longer pretending to keep up the friendly facade he had donned only a moment prior. “but i assure you that your manager would be in capable hands, and compensated very handsomely for their efforts. i know how much of a headache valentine can be.”

feroze is about to say something, but michael holds up a pale hand to keep him quiet, and you instantly hate him for it. “i saw your disastrous interview, before your manager worked so relentlessly to have it removed from the internet.” you blink, caught off guard by his words. “their skills would be better suited working for someone like me.”

feroze raises an eyebrow. “is that so? well, i’m sorry, really.” his tone is shamelessly unapologetic when he speaks, “but they’re going to have to say no. my manager has no interest working for someone like you; besides, valentine’s a big boy, i’m sure he can take care of himself.”

but feroze’s words are entirely ignored. instead, the ceo turns to you, “surely you don’t let him speak for you?” michael asks, and his lips curl into a strange smile — “i’ll pay you double, and you’ll have half the workload you do now. my brother is much more low maintenance compared to your darling rockstar, over here.”

you cross your arms, meet michael’s narrowed eyes with your own and tilt your head to the side. “i’m sorry, did you not hear rosy?” you ask, “i have absolutely no interest working with somebody like you. besides, i’m perfectly happy with my current job, and with my, what did you call him? oh — darling rockstar.”

it’s this moment where feroze is eternally grateful for his brown skin, which completely hides the furious blush that warms his entire body.

“rosy?” michael echoes, curiously.

you ignore his question and take a sip of sparkling golden champagne, leaning over to feroze, “you take care of this entitled piece of shit, and i’m gonna go find us a place to sit.” you whisper, before turning away without so much as a backwards glance at the ceo.

“well, that’s settled. i think you should leave, vuong.” feroze says, watches the bubbles in his champagne as he gently tips the glass back and forth. “i’d say it’s obvious you’re not going to find your brother’s babysitter here, yes?”

michael watches you leave, before turning back to the rockstar with a knowing look in his dark brown eyes. “how unprofessional.” he remarks, “sleeping with your manager, khan?”

“excuse me?” feroze looks up at the ceo through dark lashes. “i don’t think that has anything to do with you, vuong.” he attempts nonchalance, but michael doesn’t miss the way feroze’s grip on his flute tightens, and instantly he knows he’s right.

“doesn’t it?” michael asks, “isn’t that the only reason they’re still working for you? because you make them feel good?” the ceo lowers his voice, the words that leave his lips a stark contrast from the amiable smile painted on his lips. “you think they’d take me up on my offer if i could make them feel even better? i bet i could fuck your little manager even better than you, khan. come into that big mouth and destroy that attitude of th—fuck!”

unfortunately for him, michael doesn’t get to finish speaking. probably due to the fact that feroze smashes his champagne flute against michael’s head. the sight is sickening, as the glass shatters into hundreds of small fragments, littering michael’s skin with violent cuts that pierce his pale skin.

screams erupt in the fancy venue, echoing off the intricately carved walls as feroze roughly pushes michael down onto the polished floors before he kneels down himself, straddling the ceo with absolute indifference on his face as he curls his hand into a tight fist before slamming it into michael’s face, with all of the force he can muster.

once, twice, thrice. he loses count, can’t think of anything but the ceo’s taunting words, the way that fucking bastard had the nerve to speak about you — if feroze has his way, michael won’t be speaking ever again.

the man’s hair is wet from the champagne, sticky from the blood, not unlike the rest of his body. his sloped nose is crooked, sticking out unnaturally. his teeth are painted red, and his eyes are puffy and bruised, something ugly lurking beneath his skin.

but feroze is not done yet. no, this isn’t anywhere near enough.

michael coughs heavily, and it turns into something more painful which causes blood to spurt from his lips, to paint the rockstar’s knuckles in red, leave them absolutely wet, he pulls his hands away and michael laughs, a strangled sound which is painful to listen to, “well done, khan.” he wheezes, “you j-just ruined your… yourself.”

he has the decency to finally shut up when feroze picks up the largest shard of glass he can find, uncaring that holding it leaves a large gash in his palms, as he lines it up against michael’s adams apple.

feroze smiles, but there is something dangerous behind it as he takes in the mess he’s made. “i’m going to kill you, vuong.”

“y-you can’t kill me! we-were at a… in public! you’ll g-go to jail, you…! y-your manager won’t—” the ceo’s eyes widen as he trips over his words, stuttering profusely when he realises that the man above him is not done yet.

but the musician merely tunes him out, presses the sharp shard down and draws a droplet of crimson blood which he watches, with satisfaction, as it seeps down his pale throat — before someone forcibly pulls his arms behind his back.

it is only then that feroze notices men and women much bigger than him and dressed in all black, tasers by their sides. he closes his eyes as they harshly pull him off the shaking ceo and disarm him, someone’s knees brutally pressing against his back as they shove his head and body down and wait for the police to arrive.

it is only when feroze opens his dark eyes does he see you standing across the hall, unmoving — even as people ruthlessly push past you to the exits, in a desperate attempt to get out, you stay very, very, still.

feroze does not feel remorse.

that much is evident from the splatters of dark blood which stain his brown skin, and the low laugh that spills past his lips and echoes off the walls.

"you assaulted the ceo of one of the most influential companies in this industry, khan."

you ignore the hundreds of demanding emails and texts and phone calls that flood in every few seconds.

you turn your phone off, and it takes everything within you not to hurl it at the man who stands before you, entirely silent in your presence for the first time.

"he deserved it." feroze says nonchalantly, and you try to ignore the fresh scar on his palm.

“i just don’t understand, i was never going to accept his job offer, anyways. and we handled it so well! we got him to back off, and i was so proud you didn’t do anything stupid and excited to spend the rest of the night with you — and then you… you fucked it all up.”

“what i did,” feroze says, “was for your sake.”

"okay," you say. disappointed, but not surprised at his response, and evident apathy towards the ceo, who you heard was in a medically induced coma. if anything, his answer should make this easier, but the words are still every bit as difficult to say as you'd thought they would be.

"then… this is also for my sake: i quit."

for a moment, silence fills your office, and a certain weight shifts the air, renders it much heavier than it was only seconds ago.

“what,” feroze demands, in a voice he's never used with you before. his jaw is tense, arms taut, and you realise, as your heart sinks — coiled with restraint. when feroze speaks, his voice is low, and trepidation looms over you at the tone of his words and the way he narrows his dark eyes. “did you just say?”

"i said, i quit. i don't want to work with you anymore, and i called you here to tell you that your career is done for." you repeat, trying to ignore the wry laugh that slips past his lips, until it becomes disbelieving laughter so loud that it fills the room and suffocates you and he's doubled over.

"i'm not going to be your manager, anymore." you tell him, watch as he looks up at you through curled lashes, wiping a tear from his eye, the kajal smudging his skin. “i feel like i don’t even know you anymore, after what you did to vuong.”

"meri jaan," feroze smiles, and it's all mocking. "surely, you don't think i'm just going to let you leave, after everything we've been through?" it's the type of smile you've seen him use at events he doesn't care to attend, deems insignificant and dismisses.

he doesn't care about his career, you might believe he has nothing going for him anymore, but if there's one thing he loves about this lifestyle — it's that he's untouchable.

that’s how the police allowed to him to leave, off the hook even after almost murdering a man.

sure, he'll be the cause of outrage for a while, and michael will definitely press charges when he comes to — but all feroze has to do is pay off some journalist looking for their next big story to write an article about michael’s affinity for messing around with underaged boys — and then the tables will turn, like they always do.

it's a matter of waiting he thinks, and finally getting what he really wants.

you stand up, storm towards the door which leads out of your office, absolutely done with this conversation and ready to leave — but feroze is leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed, and unmoving.

unfortunately, he had overestimated himself, as it seems that even his patience towards you has a limit.

“you said you loved me, but you lied, because if you loved me, you wouldn’t act like this.” you tell him, your momentary confusion giving way to absolute anger, when he refuses to move out of your way. “let me leave, khan. i'm done, and i won't work with someone so violent.”

“let you leave?” he raises an eyebrow. feroze’s stygian eyes grow impossibly darker when he lets his gaze wander, lingering on the places you know he loves most.

“didn’t i tell you, from the beginning, that this was something more than love? i said you were my majbuuri, called it ishq — i've never lied to you, so believe me when i say,” he tilts his head to the side. “you don’t get to leave.”

“like hell i don’t,” you scoff, you glare at him with all the authority you can muster, which is none, considering you’re not actually his manager anymore. “move,” you demand. and when he doesn’t, you use all of your energy to shove him to the side and turn the handle.

it doesn’t open — why won’t it open?

you try again.

and again.

and again.

the door is locked, you realise, and your heart sinks when you hear that laughter again, turn to meet eyes lined in smudged kajal and hands, adorned with golden rings you yourself had picked out only hours prior, now gently holding your face.

you can feel all of his cold rings against your jaw, feel his pulse thundering from beneath his wrists even though his expression is carved with careful consideration and a soft smile, real emotions betrayed by his hungry, black gaze — trained solely on you.

“feroze,” you try one more time, to see past the manic glint in his eyes, his racing heartbeat, and ignore his words. you trusted him, you loved him, despite the headache he could be, you knew it was wrong and hypocritical but you had loved him. and that was the worst part about this. “please don't ruin this more than you already have."

but your words fall on deaf ears, and feroze is indifferent to the tears of hopelessness that well up in your wide eyes. “you don't get to leave, meri jaan. i love you too much for that, i love you entirely and i love you desperately, but most of all,” he says the words softly, and they sound like your favourite song, played too many times by a broken record. "i love you selfishly."

"you don't know how patient i have been when it comes to you, because of your fucking professionalism. you don't know how much i need you, how it only gets worse every time you're all bossy. so fucking gorgeous even when you’re mad at me, telling me off.”

“you thought i was trouble then?" feroze asks in a voice impossibly quiet as he lowers his lips to your jaw, "that was me on my best behaviour."

"i've had enough of biding my time and pretending to give a fuck about anything that isn't you," the star says with such finality to his low words, that you're compelled to believe him. "to hell with being patient and playing nice, because now i've got you all to myself, and fuck, you aren't going anywhere, meri jaan."

who cares if good things come to those who wait?

at that, he laughs, one hand curling around your waist to hold you in place as the other slips under the fabric of your clothes, fingers skimming your bare skin, "it's not like you'd really be able to," feroze hums, pressing kisses over the hickeys which already decorate your neck, "by the time i'm done with you.”

better things come to those willing to take them.

[rowan-r-ridley]

well now, hi

[dysany]

Jason call himself "son of lupa" when he's in a battle and feel confident. The memory that he is part of Lupa's pack is more important and impactful for him than being a son of Jupiter.

In those moments, there's a twinkle in his eyes. A victorious smile, the aura of a wolf ready to devour anyone's throat with he's teeth.

But it's also his sweeter side. Protective, faithful, affectionate. He is Lupa's son when he fights, When he protects Leo and Piper with claws and teeth, when he trains with Reyna, when he takes care of Nico, when he pulls Percy and Frank into a sleeping pile, When he leans against Annabeth as they talk about battlefield strategy, when he snuggles and protects Hazel during nightmares. It's his wolf side, his essence

He introduces himself as "the son of Jupiter" at camp. It's empty and stressful, just like he sees being the king's son

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[amazingyoungwomen]

[rawsmackdownnxtdivas]

Valentynna Reis 💞

[hana-no-seiiki]

Okay, it may sound weird, but what if the manager is also an artist, like daft punk/Banksy? They are famous but also anonymous, and are just working for the idol/rockstar? They got popular during their time as a manager and they cannot quit because it would be too suspicious and so sudden, like they are waiting for the right moment to quit, hut until then, the are just going to be 'the manager' in public.

YAN! POP IDOL [EVE] x MANAGER/ARTIST! READER (ft. YAN! ROCKSTAR [FEROZE])

AAAA I ACTUALLY HAD THIS IDEA BUT WAS LIKE- WHAT IF GENIE’S READERS HATE ME FOR CHANGING THE MANAGER TOO MUCH- but bAH fuck it! HAVE THIS!! THE THREESOME SMUT WILL HAVE TO WAIT-

@moyazaika tagging you just so you’re informed and can add more on Feroze’s side if you’re free:

Anyways if you manage to be both an artist and manager at the same time, props to you for your god-like time management cause that’s honestly fucken commendable. Like manager-nim you’re actually a god at this point.

I imagined reader to be completely out of the genre FerozEve (are we surprised by who the top is at this point) in order for the double trouble makers not to find out immediately.

I don’t know how wide Feroze’s music tastes are but for Eve he practically listens to every genre. As a teen his favorite were the rockstar and ofc pop. He got into Hip-Hop/Trap through the main rapper from his group, and Kpop has a ton of genres mixed into it including but not limited to EDM, R&B and Punk Rock. Soon enough, he hears of this underground DJ who’s known for not only making fire music but being their own choreographer and VJ. Talk about being blessed by the gods.

You (and his bae Khan ofc) inspired him to create his own music and eventually go solo. He went undercover sometimes to send you tracks. You thought he was just a kid/teen since his early ones were kinda . . . not it, but was impressed by the amount of passion he put into improving.

Years later, your activity died down due to working on Feroze’s career more. Those exclusive interviews and world concert arrangements don’t do themselves yknow!

Eve was saddened by your lack of releases and performances but understood. Besides he had your manager persona in mind to obsess over.

The collab happens and you joined Eve to look over the tracks in the album. From the amount of iced americanos he’d down, you could tell he was super out of it and really needed rest BUT HE WOULDN’T GODDAMN LISTEN TO YOU-

*ahem*

So you decided to help him instead.

You gave minor pointers here and there really. Nothing much in your opinion.

But to Eve he was just in utter shock and awe. How come he didn’t think of that?? The synth really elevated that section of the chorus?? Why were you hiding this genius from him??

You explained that you wanted to be a producer for the company but since it ended up reducing your passion for music so you otped for a managerial position instead.

Eve isn’t even listening at this point. He just has heart eyes. Like he didn’t know he could fall further in love with you. Boy is whipped.

Overall Eve kinda do be dumb and dense so he wouldn’t figure it out. But I’d imagine the revelation to happen sort of like this:

You were helping out Eve with vocal arrangement one day, assisting with adlibs and what not when . . .

“I think it’d be better if you put this here, and double it.”

“Woah that sounds fire.” Eve’s eyes were glued at your focused face. You looked so adorable all focused like that. He was so close to jumping out the recording booth just to give you a big ol smooch.

At his approval you continued, “We could build it up more. I’ll punch you in here and you could do a lower note? Like this.” You played a section of the song, perfectly harmonizing with his voice like it was nothing, before turning to him for approval.

He was silent. Mouth slightly agape.

“Eve?”

“. . .”

Holy shit. You’re one of his favorite artists-

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Ayeza Khan & Feroze Khan Upcoming Drama Humraaz BTS Pictures & Video

[hana-no-seiiki]

Omfg I love this!! I’m literally crying wtf You guys basically captured Eve’s personality.

And yes dw anon, that part of the fic was mostly crack lmfaoOo

Another thing Feroze might be able to cash in if Manager falls in love/sides with/prefers Eve, is Eve flirting with literally everyone he meets. You aren’t actually special to him!! He treats everyone the same. (Except Eve does that as a coping mechanism for how declined atrocious he is for Manager)

Eve is a lot of things, but never a goody two shoes. A part of idol training is how one would train their image and Eve has got it down to a science. He’s gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss to the max. He knows what he wants and he will fight tooth and nail to get it. Over a decade of idol training/being on the scene and he has not slowed down when it comes to passion and ambition. During your time with him, he’d often threaten you with throwing away his nice guy image if you didn’t act like how he wanted but with a sweet, light tone that you didn’t really notice how horrid he was being. Though you’ve mostly forgotten it.

(His tattoo canonically matches with another idol but for the sake of this scenario let’s say he got it after you refused to eat lunch with him. It was painful, it was certainly a stain on his prim and proper image (the country he comes from condemns such ‘horrid acts’ against the body), but he had a message and it was definitely received)

Also Eve is definitely a simp for Feroze. Before Manager left him for the rockstar, he had playlists upon playlists of the dude’s stuff from wayyy back then. Which still continued to the present and lessened the blow of your abandonment. At least you left him for someone worth your time.

Just imagine Feroze showing up to Eve’s studio for once. Amused, maybe even slightly concerned, over the amount of merch Eve has of him. Like he has the same guitar(s), posters . . . a used t-shirt ? Wait is that his hair —

Then rockstar looks through the internet to find smol early debut Eve always talking about him, reacting to his entire discography consistently on WLive, screeching his songs in fansigns.

. . .

He can work with this.

genie. please tell me Feroze isn't actually replacing manager and he and eve are actually bonding over their obsession with manager and will be even worse on them, pls I need to kno for my health

anyway HEADCANON TIIIIME!!!

Feroze is secretly feeling superior to Eve because you stayed with him despite how much of a headache he is, and didn't abandon him for a better deal like you did to Eve. Eve secretly feels superior because he was your 'first'.

Eve is dying to 'have' manager (ifykwimwinkwink) and is trying to get Feroze to give him juicy details of what you like. Idk how Feroze feels about this help lol

Feroze realizes very quickly that Eve is sweet and submissive compared to him, a goody two shoes, and makes him his minion. Now Feroze has a smaller version of himself flitting around doing his bidding, all with the goal of ensnaring you. You're hopeless now

When you get closer to Eve again and get really, really attached really quickly, it takes ten seconds for Feroze to get so scared he's about to call on a dark god to help him keep your favor.

You're now sandwiched in between an overtly dark yandere and a yandere who keeps his darkness well hidden. It's refreshing but overwhelming lol

(nonnie is talking about this post)

nah nah dw both of them would never even dream of replacing you!! so i can’t speak on eve’s behalf (you’ll have to ask yun for that) —

buuut what i can say is that though eve was not was feroze was expecting, they’ve both got something in common, and honestly? feroze, after realising just how similar they really are in their motives and desires, may be starting to develop a strange, twisted affection for him. (you see where this is going?)

granted, it’s a pleasant surprise. was he pissed at first, and ready to ruin eve’s life before he met him, after hearing you sing his praises, “my last client was an idol, and he was such an angel, rosy.” —?? yes. even after the initial meeting, both men still had their own little superiority complex. (feroze, because you’d stayed with him waaay longer, and eve, because he’d been your first, well, everything)

buuuut over time, realising the obsessive nature of the idol’s very.. parasocial relationship with you, how you generally didn’t mind being around him, how sweet and (surprisingly not irritating, feroze mused, watching the man warm up for their sessions with a speed exercise on the electric guitar) eve was — he sees… how should i put this — promising grounds for collaboration.

and i don’t mean that just for music, but maybe in keeping you happy and satisfied (in more ways than one) <3

isn’t is better you stick with the rockstar and the idol, instead of wandering off? besides, feroze would be lying if he said he hadn’t taken a liking towards eve, with his charming personality. eve’s looks and sweet words were just the cherry on top really. he was so eager for your approval and god it was adorable how easily you fell for it when feroze could see right through him.

because you are so horribly wrong of you think, even for a moment, eve is feroze’s minion. oh, he’s just as fucked up and possessive as your rockstar, only he’s better at hiding it, putting on this sweet, happy go lucky persona around you all the time, when his thoughts are anything but.

you know what they say: like calls to like.

their ‘relationship’ works so well because they’re polar opposites of each other. it’s like a constant game of good cop, bad cop except one’s a moody, scandalous rockstar and the other’s a well loved idol and an absolute sweetheart. they balance each-other out, but with their infatuation with you, and the means they’re willing to go with it, they’re so much more similar than they’d seem at first glance.

but how unlucky for you. :( if you thought dealing with one psycho musician hopelessly enamoured with you was enough, now you’ve got two.

good luck, dear manager — because god, you’re gonna need it <3

[davekominek]

AMBER FEROZ fashion look book

photography by David Kominek

[verso-abstracto]

Te admiro a ti, mujer que a pesar de los errores sigue de pie. Niña que a pesar de las burlas mantiene la fe. Joven que incluso en los desafíos sonríe con poder. Te admiro a ti, mujer feroz, que a pesar de lo mal que está el mundo, sigue luchando en alzar su voz.

Little Moon