#amber liu scenario

[phenomenalgirl9]

No Game: Idol! Amber x Idol! Reader

Summary: What happens when you have to shoot after you break up. Amber won't let you get away without fighting for you.

A/n: Just a short comfort fic.

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"Please welcome a brand new season of your favourite game show Hwaiting, with your most favourite host Eric Nam. And these are the contestants" Eric said as he introduced everyone. The contestants for the new season were, Asley, Jamie, Amber, BM, Keeho, Mark, Woosung and you.

Filmimg a new season of hwaiting should have been very fun right? And it was, except for a few unexpected parts. Well, to be fair you didn't know you'd break up and you'd have to shoot it with your ex-girlfriend when you signed it. You both thought it would be fun until it all went tumbling down. You were stuck with some promotions in Korea while Amber was busy in America for days. She was busy working on an album and you couldn't be any more proud. But recently things were difficult for both of you, the reporters were being too nosy with their questions and your management wasn't doing anything about it. And you were exhausted, you haven't even bbeen able to speak to Amber in the past week, and you felt shitty and guilty about it. When you called and were talking just something happened, it wasn't even her fault but you just snapped at her. "You know what if you don't understand then it's better if you simply don't," you said. "Y/n what?" she said in shock "babe slow down". "NO! I am having enough of this and I don't need more from you. I think it's better if we take a break and focus on ourselves" you said and hung up, going straight to bed. The next day you woke up feeling like shit, well what you did was utter shit and you knew it.

You felt worse for her, she didn't deserve this, and thus, you took the decision to not call back. Even Jamie tried to reach out to you but you just said "things won't work out". Things would never work out for you, how could they, you were you. Always messing things up, you would never be good enough for her, no, she deserves better.

But, Amber knew you by then, she knew what you were going through and was very familiar with your process of shutting everyone out when you are down. And so she waited for this one opportunity. She knew she had to work up to it cause you will do everything in your power to avoid any out of game conversations with her or her on whole. As expected you did that, but it seemed even luck wasn't in her favour, 4 games down and she didn't get to be in the same team as you even once. Even, your friends were getting agitated, they all have tried their share to try to get you talking to Amber. Keeho and BM went as far as to push you both at each other but you dodged and Keeho bumped into Amber instead making all three of them look like idiots. But Eric then had an idea which he shared with the rest of the cast.

Then came the 5th game. You were sent the list of games and stuff, but you didn't really read through them so you were curious to know what it was.

"Now ladies and gentlemen is a well demanded game from last season, Titanic and the bottle cap" Eric said (refer to Hwaiting ep 8 if ydk)

Eric explained the game and the special punishment for the two people who came last. Everyone seemed to want to put each other in trouble, this was a thrill, you were actually having fun in this shooting, something you haven't had in weeks. Keeho standing infront of you poured a hell lot of cola into the cup, you were sure you would be out, but you managed. Ashley seemed strangely too good at this. "I won't lose" she said. Woosung after her did well too. Amber who came up next got the glass submerged as soon as she poured one drop into the glass. After a tough game it seemed you and Amber were the ones who lost this round.

"The punishment is..Pe-pe-ro" Eric said. Now if this was anybody or any other day it would have been fine but this was Amber.

Even after a lot of whining they would change the punishment so here you were, standing with the pepero stick in between you lips. You knew facing her was inevitable but this was too much. You wanted to close your eyes but when they fell on Amber's they couldn't move away. Your eyes were stuck on hers and so were hers. You suddenly saw her lip "fuck this" and she tugged and threw away the pepero from your mouth and held you, fisting your t-shirt in one hand and holding your neck with the other and slammed her lips on yours and your eyes immediately close. You were stiff and almost forgot to move, it was like second nature to you your body responded to her touch and kiss on its own. Your head told you this was against all you reserves but all your walls were broken down by her, the one you love. And finally you parted to the sound of claps.

"You are enough" she told you "You are stuck with me and I am yours, I understand you snapped, and I might snap too, as long as we understand each other and not take each other for granted it's fine. I love you" she said pulling you into a tight hug.

You suddenly heard Eric say "Can you not make porn during my game show?". To which BM said "Eric you're an American, you've watched this growing up"

"Yeah but the asian in me is really loud right now!" He said and all of you broke into laughter

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Other Works

[slow-reader-reads-books]

Lesbingyuan au where it’s the normal set up of post extras Bingge dimension traveling into another universe to find his own Shen Yuan. Except the world he arrives in (and is stuck in, can’t opt out of this gender journey) is a slightly genderbent one.

(hidden under a read more bc this turned basically into a wonkily grammatically tensed mini-fic)

Our darling Peerless Cucumber is a 20 something self-proclaimed straight girl with untapped soft butch potential, and is currently recovering from the harrowing trauma of the sunk cost fallacy. She’s spent a lot of time spending money on, reading, and participating in the online fandom of Proud Immortal Demon Way, and she’s currently also dealing with the fact that all her hard work in making herself heard to Great Master Airplane was seemingly for nothing. You see, Shen Yuan had the brilliant idea to create an account that appeared to be a perfectly demographically targeted straight male fan of YY novels who could critique Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky as his fellow but also his better and be listened to and receive great accolades from all frequenters of Zhongdian Literature and be validated for her hate of his writing.

“Airplane’s stupid pen name is a dick joke, I guess I gotta make mine one too… Just to, you know, seem legit and like we have common ground.”

What this charade accomplished was very little, but Peerless Cucumber did become very infamous for three things. One, his nitpicking (“It’s hardly nitpicking if it harms the integrity of the whole story1!!”). Two: his Luo Binghe fanboying (“As a protagonist he’s clearly just a cut above the rest when it comes to soul and wit, the story just rarely ever shows it off”). And three: his skipping of the steamy scenes (“I highly doubt this near identical scenario that also happened twenty chapters back but with a different wife of the week with this exact same cliffside flower giving off the same aphrodisiac mist to Bingge and new wife below will now suddenly be of any plot consequence for the next arc. It didn’t last time either, SKIP!”).

His fervent online activity garnered him the reputation of being an Airplane anti-fan, but also the assumed personality of a submissive simp who hates the easily dominated women that populate Luo Bingge’s harem. 

“lol thats why he must like mingyan so much. she never let bingge push her down. cucumber-bro must want a girlfriend who’ll chain him up and whip him! hes a pervert just like the rest of us, just a worse type kek.” 

Shen Yuan, when looking at such reply comments, gets shiver-inducing flashbacks to when her meimei left her BL comics out for everyone and the Buddha to see. She accidentally witnessed frightening scenes of thin, long-limbed men pushing each other down, tying each other to beds and cracking whips on skin until they shed blood, tears and semen, the shou begging for the gong to stop and the gong never listening. 

Shen Yuan tries to put such things out of her mind if only to preserve in amber the precious, innocent image of her meimei she knows to be true, but also secondarily to focus on the insulted male pride she’s supposed to be feeling after being accused of being a wussy submissive deviant in bed. That sort of accusation requires an in-depth 10,000 character response in order to remain in character as a straight male YY novel connoisseur.

Shen Yuan, as Peerless Cucumber but also as her true self, was undoubtedly straight. Staying in character, Peerless Cucumber made sure to extol the beauty of characters like Liu Mingyan— “She’s an intelligent and cold beauty and is written with a clear and vivid personality! A true equal for our Bingge on the battlefield and in matters of the heart!” As well as occasionally Ning Yingying— “She’s not the boring choice, you all just don’t know the special value a loyal shijie character brings, even if she does lose 99% of her personality to that one singular trait…”

But don’t get it twisted! This is a part of her performance! In real life, logged off and touching grass and breathing fresh outdoor air, she’s your run-of-the-mill average girl who is just a part of the pack. 

Her goals in life are simply not ambitious, is all. If there was a competition with ten available spots to win, she’d have no qualms placing tenth and simply feel honored to have participated. If there are ten girls and nine of them bag a good boyfriend, Shen Yuan doesn’t mind being the tenth who gets unlucky. She’s just kind to her meimeis and jiejies like that! As if she’d take that away from them! They'd probably been wanted those boyfriends for a long time! 

Shen Yuan is hardly a sore loser, and she knows the great importance of girl code and female friendship.

So, Shen Yuan being the normal average and totally straight and cisgender girl that she is decides to wallow in her Airplane-induced misery by going to a con, donning her homemade Mobei-jun cosplay. She worked hours of her life learning how to sew just for this project to the point her family thought she was finally thinking about settling down and learning wifely skills. 

Unfortunately for her ignorant family she’s actually just investing in a really elaborate excuse to cross dress. Well, it’s not really crossdressing, it’s just cosplay! Cosplay is totally different and not about taking on the gender of a character, but their larger identity! She didn’t want to explain this to them, and internally felt afraid and hesitant about it, as if they’d view her as weird for wanting to do this, so she didn’t bother to try at all.

So, Shen Yuan in her 160 centimeter/5 foot 3 inch glory decked out in dark blues and blacks, fur lining the shoulders of her outfit for style points, and wearing a long white wig styled mostly loose but with a few thin braids, chances upon a particularly striking Luo Binghe cosplayer. Not just any Luo Binghe cosplayer, but the best one! He’s tall, must be over 180cm/6 foot but also svelte and willowy in surprising ways. His hair is long and flows down his back from a ponytail ornamented at the base with a thin metal guan. Parts of his cosplay seem very benign, but others seem meticulously crafted and exquisite in quality, especially that sword at his hip! Just looking at it intimidated her, yikes! Job well done, cosplayer!

This Luo Binghe also had the most beautiful and delicately boned face she’d ever seen, eyes dark and deep and highly reflective like that of a lake on a dark and starry night. The cosplayer’s voice was also deeply melodic and enchanting.

This cosplayer… is also a woman! Shen Yuan nodded to herself internally, yes that must be it! No man looks like this in reality, this is a fellow female sufferer of Proud Immortal Demon Way impersonating a fictional man for similar psychological reasons as her. A surge of female loyalty spawns in Shen Yuan’s chest, and she doesn't even bother resisting the urge to walk over and strike up a conversation with this Luo Binghe.

She spat out her name in quick order and immediately started on the topic of female character writing in the novel. The Luo Binghe cosplayer was looking at her quietly and with a heavy amount of gravity, ink-brush eyebrows sitting elegantly low above her eyes in attentive focus. What a good listener this lady is, Shen Yuan thought. She can’t remember when someone last listened to her this closely. She hypocritically chooses to not pay attention to that train of thought any further. “In a world like Proud Immortal Demon Way,” Shen Yuan began with slight smarm, ��who would choose to be a woman? I certainly wouldn’t if I wanted to see the interesting parts of the world that drew me into the story in the first place. A male protagonist can explore it freely, but the female characters are all locked away in either the marriage bedroom or the highly isolated harem palaces. Great Master Airplane clearly didn’t eat enough walnuts as a child, he must have some sort of brain deficiency when it comes to writing proper characters— ” 

The tall Luo Binghe cosplayer suddenly spoke up. “Choose?” “Hm? Yeah, I mean, in a world like that, there’s basically no choice, yeah? Gotta serve the narrative and readers and all. But the real world doesn’t have a narrative, we only have ourselves and each other to guide us. So we just do what we want, figure it out as we go. Like us two! We wanted to dress up as these male characters from this asinine story and attend this con and we figured out how to do it! We’re kindred spirits, you and I, we’re zhiyin!” “So when you leave this con, you will also choose to take this manner of dress off and wear something else?” “Obviously. Though, my go-to outfit is just a big t-shirt and sweatpants, or athletic shorts. This kind of thing is the extent of me dressing up.” Shen Yuan didn’t notice, but the Luo Binghe cosplayer’s eyes mildly glazed over in irritated confusion at the unfamiliar terms. Nor did she notice the slight expression of planning that developed in that gaze, as if they were imagining a future shopping expedition to find an outfit Shen Yuan would want to dress up in that wasn’t a facsimile of Luo Binghe’s right hand man.

“I… also want to leave this con and wear something else.” “The busyness getting to you, huh jiejie? You must have gotten here a lot earlier than I did, you poor thing. I guess this is it, it was nice talking to you—” “I don’t have any other clothes with me, and am unable to go back home. Can you help this poor one, jiejie?” “Jiejie—” Shen Yuan coughed. “Am I… wait you can’t go back home? Did your ride ditch you or something, aiyah what a scummy thing to do! I do have extra clothes on me, though I don’t think they’ll fit you. But let’s go find out. I guess if I have to take care of you like this, it does make me feel like a jiejie. Your height made me assume you were older than me, haha.”

Shen Yuan laughed, and the Luo Binghe cosplayer rapidly relaxed and took on an easy smile. “An innocent mistake. Jiejie must often be assumed to be younger than her actual age.” Shen Yuan hummed absent-mindedly. “Eh, not really. I’m only 22, and I think I look it. It’s you who looks like a jade immortal, uh, meimei.” She stuttered when she realized she hadn’t yet caught the other cosplayer’s name, and for some reason it felt weird to just call her Luo Binghe without her also LARPing along as Mobei-jun. Shen Yuan by this point had taken the tall meimei’s hand, it pale and slender much like the rest of her, and had been pulling her along towards the public bathroom to make use of her backpack’s change of clothes, walking along the wall to avoid foot traffic. However, the moment she had finished her sentence and called the other one meimei, the Luo Binghe cosplayer suddenly slammed her free hand on the wall and yanked hard on the one Shen Yuan was holding, pulling her in close to herself, caging her in from behind. Shen Yuan squeaked and found herself crowded against the wall. Her back was encased in a warm and dark heat and she could see above her that jade-white hand curled tightly in on itself, heel practically grinding against the wall. It looked like it was trembling slightly. An earth-shatteringly tight grip squeezed the fingers of her still held hand to the point of hurting slightly. Shen Yuan winced at the sensation.

Shen Yuan heard sharp, heavy breathing above her. Not knowing what to do nor quite what was going on, she squeezed back the hand that was keeping hers hostage and leaned back slightly. Comfort is what she’s doing this for, right? Feels like the reason she’s doing it. 

Shen Yuan felt the other cosplayer jolt behind her. After a tense beat, a forehead slowly dropped onto her shoulder. Shen Yuan was wearing fur along the top half of her outfit as a part of her Mobei-jun cosplay, but nonetheless she could feel the vague contour of the other’s nose through it, burrowing deeper into its warmth. Shen Yuan now felt awkward for only bothering with faux-fur for her cosplay. But with that face resting upon her shoulder and an odd sense of vulnerability wafting off of her, a sharp sense of broad awareness filled Shen Yuan's mind mysteriously. Her mind filled up with sensory information on the one behind her, naturally taking note of every detail with ease.

“Meimei…” the Luo Binghe cosplayer trailed off, muffled slightly by Shen Yuan’s cosplay, but also seemingly by her own emotions being stuck in her throat. “Can I really be jiejie’s meimei?” Shen Yuan didn’t really know what to do or how to respond, so she simply continued to lean her weight back onto the other. She then pulled on the elbow that led to the hand positioned above her until it was brought down far enough for her to grab properly. Shen Yuan took both hands in hers and placed them in front of her in a comfortable position. They were slightly cold, so she rubbed at them with her thumbs.

The Luo Binghe cosplayer picked her head up and looked down at the sight with watery eyes and a warbling lip. Both of her hands were cradled in that grip, gently held in front of the shorter’s stomach in a tender and intimate fashion. Their arms were bent parallel and their front and back slotted together in a way that, to the taller one, felt predestined.

“Can you, what kind of question is that, of course you can. But, I’d like to have your name too, if you don’t mind? Only calling you meimei sounds like I’m calling out to my real little sister.” Shen Yuan laughed and looked up over her shoulder nonchalantly. 

Somewhere in the distance, she can hear people giggling and snapping pictures of the two. She felt a twinge of embarrassment. Of course this moment looks compromising from the outside, they’re cosplaying Luo Binghe and Mobei-jun!

Shen Yuan was suddenly working very hard to maintain a cool poker face in front of her very tall and newly minted meimei.

Bringing up her real little sister and then suddenly being thrust into this type of self-aware of cringe violently and nonconsensually summoned forth invented images of a dog blooded BL scenario that wouldn’t be out of place in her real meimei’s leisure literature.

Fellow con goers, please have mercy on us two women and don't be thinking of what I'm thinking! We’re merely having a pure hearted, early friendship bonding moment! Skinship is very much common and normal between people like us, disregard the kabedon! Totally normal female friendship is blossoming here, get your homoerotic dog blood tropes out of our personal lives!

“This one is called… Qiu Bingbing.” Her voice hitched and quavered with some sort of ineffable, delicate emotion. “Bingbing, ah? Written with the same character as Binghe, meaning ice? And Qiu, is that with the character meaning the autumn season or the character meaning a grave mound?”

Qiu Bingbing hummed and nodded lethargically to the first question and spoke up for the second, hesitating slightly. “Qiu as in autumn.” “What a pretty name, “autumn ice”. You fit the bill of Luo Binghe perfectly, but with a name like that it’s nearly a pity to go by something else. You’re a miraculous find in a place like this, Bing-mei.” Shen Yuan complimented with abandon, eager to make her new friend feel good, and turned around. Still holding one hand, she impulsively took the chance Qiu Bingbing’s still bowed head offered and patted it softly.

She did that for a while, not paying attention to anything else. A euphoric smile opened on Qiu Bingbing’s lips. She was lost in the moment too. 

The rest of the world fell away. As long as Luo Binghe, no, as long as Qiu Bingbing can worm her way into every crevice of Shen Yuan, she’ll be fine. He before was always grasping at any semblance of peace and security only for it to slip through his grasp like sand, but she’s found it. She’ll nestle in and hibernate inside Shen Yuan’s veins and she’ll never let go. She will never.

“Let’s go get you those clothes. Good thing I like them oversized, they should be mildly presentable on you, even if they aren’t anything girly.”

“I can live without anything girly, anything of yours will do.”

“That’s good to hear, let’s go then.”

[spicybeefnoodles]

dancing

summary: johnny takes bi han out clubbing

warnings: suggestive :)

Bi Han felt his eye twitch as he watched Johnny dig through his closet to find something suitable to wear. Liu Kang had ordered the assassin to bodyguard the actor because there had been some sightings of Shang Tsung across Earthrealm, but that didn’t mean Bi Han was happy about it. The actor was insolent and proud and much too boisterous to even spare Bi Han a moment of peace. Despite the threat that Shang Tsung might appear and try to harm and/or kill Johnny, the actor still wanted to go out and have a night of fun at some VIP club and would not change his stance. Something about maintaining his reputation.

Right now, Bi Han had his arms folded across his chest, a disapproving glare directed toward Johnny and an irritated scowl etched into his face as Johnny finally pulled out an outfit, a purple sleeveless turtleneck and a form-fitting skirt.

“Perfect! Now, I just gotta find something for you to wear.”

“No.” Bi Han somehow had an even deeper scowl on his face as Johnny laid out his own outfit and started to rummage through his clothes to find something for the assassin to wear.

“What do you mean no? You can’t exactly go out wearing that. You’ll stand out like a sore thumb.” Johnny didn’t even glance back, just moving to another part of his closet to find something a bit looser but still form-fitting.

“I am not changing.”

“You’re changing. I have an image to uphold, and your current outfit is just going to look weird in public.” Johnny retorted back, pulling out a shiny blue dress shirt and black dress pants. “Here, change into this. Bathroom’s on the right. Tell me if it’s too tight. Unless you wanna change with me.”

Johnny shot Bi Han a wink, and the assassin snatched the clothes from Johnny and hurried out of the closet into the bathroom to change, hiding the blush on his cheeks. A few moments later, he walked out of the bathroom and found Johnny sitting on the bed, his legs and arms on display. Bi Han had to avert his eyes in case he stared for too long. Despite his annoyances toward Johnny, Bi Han admittedly found the actor attractive. Johnny whistled at the sight of Bi Han.

“Looking good, grandmaster blueberry ice! But, here.” Johnny hopped off the bed and strutted over to the assassin and rolled up the sleeves of Bi Han’s shirt. The grandmaster hadn’t noticed before, but Johnny’s hands were manicured and quite soft against Bi Han’s own rough skin. Bi Han tried not to think of another scenario where Johnny’s hands would be touching him. After the actor had finished, he pat Bi Han’s arm twice before heading toward the bathroom.

“There’s food and alcohol in the kitchen, and the TV has every channel and streaming service. I gotta go and finish up my look. I’m sure you can keep yourself entertained.” Johnny disappeared into the bathroom, and Bi Han wandered around the mansion. It was decadent, overpriced and filled to the brim with objects that Bi Han couldn’t even imagine the price of. Sitting down onto the couch, which was probably worth more than everything in Bi Han’s room combined, the assassin just tried to calm himself. He could not afford to be distracted. Especially by Johnny. However, as he tried to clear his mind, images of Johnny’s slim waist, his soft lips, how he would look debauched, how good he would look with the tears running down his face, how his manicured hands would look wrapped around-

Bi Han growled and suddenly stood up, spotting the alcohol cart by the couch. Uncorking the bottle, Bi Han poured himself a generous amount of the amber liquid and tried to forget his thoughts.

After what felt like ages, Johnny finally made his way down the stairs, the tell-tale sound of heels clicking against the marbled floors. Bi Han had finished his drink by then, trying to nurse it slowly.

“Oh perfect! You’re already pre-gaming!” Johnny smiled, and Bi Han couldn’t stop his heart from lurching. The man had on red lipstick, a dark eyeshadow and perfect eyeliner. His hair was styled to perfection. He looked gorgeous. Bi Han could drop to his knees right now and worship the actor. Fortunately, Bi Han managed to stay upright and just poured a glass for Johnny.

The actor took the drink, downed it, and poked his tongue out to catch the last few drops of whiskey hanging from his lips. Bi Han turned his head away and poured himself and Johnny another glass, trying to beat down the filthy thoughts arising in his mind.

“Alright, let’s get fucked up!” Johnny clinked his glass against Bi Han’s, and they drank. When Johnny finally determined that they were drunk enough, they headed outside to the chauffeur waiting for them and sat in the car. Bi Han sat still in the car, though a red blush had started to creep its way up his neck, and Johnny was a gigging mess on the other side of the seat. After they finally arrived at the club, Johnny hooked his elbow around Bi Han’s, flashed a few pretty smiles to the press, and dragged him inside the club to the bar. There, Johnny ordered and immediately two fruity drinks with small umbrellas slid toward them.

“Let’s have fun!” Johnny handed the drink to Bi Han. While Johnny polished off the drink quickly and ordered a few shots, Bi Han was content to sip on the drink, letting the buzz of the previous alcohol pleasantly settle in his head. The actor sauntered off to the dance floor, and Bi Han couldn’t help himself but let his eyes wander up and down Johnny’s figure. The sleeveless turtleneck emphasized his muscles, and the skirt barely covered Johnny’s ass. His long and tanned legs were on display, and Bi Han couldn’t help himself from ogling the actor.

The assassin just watched for a while as Johnny danced in the club, keeping a close eye on the actor, but he felt something dark curl in his stomach when another man grabbed onto Johnny’s hips and started grinding on him. Even worse, Johnny didn’t seem to mind and simply smiled and laughed. Bi Han scowled and downed his drink, emboldened by the alcohol in his system, and walked onto the dance floor, grabbing Johnny away from the man and pressing himself flush against the actor.

“Oh, feeling jealous, are we?” Johnny wrapped his arms around Bi Han’s neck and pressed his body even closer into the grandmaster.

“Shut up and dance.” Bi Han grinded into Johnny, and the actor flashed a shit-eating grin before reciprocating Bi Han’s movements. For a few songs, they both stayed in each other’s arms, just dancing against each other, but as the alcohol fully settled into Bi Han’s body, he couldn’t help but to admire Johnny. His makeup and hair were done to emphasize his most attractive traits, and the assassin wanted to do nothing more than take the man to bed and ruin his perfect image. Bi Han found his head leaning down until their lips were only a breath apart. Johnny’s pupils were blown out and wide, a slightly dazed look in his eyes. He glanced between Bi Han’s lips and eyes, and that was all the assassin needed.

Bi Han smashed their lips together, teeth clashing painfully as they both groaned into the kiss. Johnny’s hands trailed up into Bi Han’s hair, tugging at the strands, and Bi Han dug his fingers into Johnny’s hips deep enough to leave bruises. They continued to make-out on the dance floor, not really caring that they were taking space from the other people dancing.

“Wanna-wanna get out of here?” Johnny pulled away, cheeks flushed and his lipstick smeared around his face. Bi Han was sure there were some lipstick marks on his face as well. Bi Han just dragged them both off the dance floor, and Johnny called for a cab. By the end of the night, Johnny was most definitely ruined, and Bi Han wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

[a-llama-kangaroo]

Amber x 你

本列表仅供扫文和参考，未来也许会更新。

会标明我认为需要的警告、是否完结、分级（G/R18）。推荐在开始阅读以下同人的正文之前阅读作者的警告、标签和前言。如果在阅读的过程中你看到了让你不适的情节，请关闭该页面并停止阅读，我不为你的阅读体验负责。

这种 Idol x Reader 的文里面通常用 y/n 来指代你，是 your name 的意思。

y/f/n 则一般是 your friend's name (你朋友的名字)。

备注：全部都是英文的。

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Eat In or Out? - Amber Liu (Smut/ Fluff)(M) by minahraven一发完

R18。你的女朋友Amber在这一天过得很沮丧或愤怒的时候，你就知道你将度过一个难忘的夜晚。 比如用力地发生亲密行为。

（这个标题双关真是好可爱）

A Moment of Comfort (Amber Liu) (Angst/ Fluff) by minahraven 一发完

G。你和你的家人出柜不顺，Amber放下手里的活安慰你。

Roll With It by mosician 一发完

边缘R18。和你的最好的好朋友Amber一起看电影放松。

This Week's Vlog by Mansaeboysbe 一发完

G。你和Amber在拍她的Vlog，突��其来的深夜探险！

Hers & Hers by Creative_Cloud 2章完

G。你去Amber家拜访她，以及不想结婚的你却被你深爱的Amber求婚了。

My Red Tulip by injiminsheart 4章未完结

Preface , Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 

R18。你是Big Hit Entertainment的Marketing Manager，Amber是你女朋友。你们同居并没有公开关系。

My Queen by daebakinc 一发完

R18。你们在沙发上一起看Faking It，Amber正在为剧情崩溃，但是你觉得她现在超级可爱。

（就是R18 哈哈哈。）

Let it out by imunsavy 一发完

G。Amber和你出去购物，她给你买了一些东西。关系已公开。

Huli Jing by daebakinc 一发完

G。狐狸精!Amber就决定住在你家了！

（好想看后续呜呜呜）

Baby girl by imunsavy 一发完

R18。Mommy Kink。你喝醉了，而且你的手一直想要伸进Amber牛仔裤里，她不是很高兴。

Broken trust. by imunsavy 一发完

G。压力很大的Amber又冲你喊了，你跑到别人（BTS）家去躲她。（当然最后和好了）

Perfect by Marie 点文短打

G。Amber以为你听不懂韩语，其实你听得懂。

Saved by the Bell by Marie 点文短打

G。学生AU。

loosen up by imbicuriousyeah 2章未完结

Part 1, Part 2

M。调酒师!Amber x 医学生!你 你们在酒吧相识然后开始约会。

Unexpected by pianochords_1996  20章未完结

R18。你当然梦想过和你的偶像Amber成为朋友…那梦想成真的时候怎么办？

（我自己最喜欢的一篇XD）

Long Day by imunsavy 一发完

G。你度过了漫长的一天，Amber安慰你。

Things Only I Know by girls-scenarios

R 。歌手!Amber x 女演员!你。相恋多年，你成长成一个优秀的女演员，主打sexy路线，但有的事只有Amber知道 :)

Lights, Ready, Reaction by  girls-scenarios

G 。fx Amber x Youtuber!你。就是情侣问答vlog。

Laundry Day by Admin Hobicat

M。婚后带孩子的生活。

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介意Amber/“你”有与其他男性亲密关系的以下不要看：

Don't Tease Mommy by mkg2000 一发完

R18。Mommy Kink，你给Amber发了一张很辣的照片。

警告：提及“你”与Eric/Jackson的亲密关系

Take Shelter by pinkchubbiebunnie 一发完

R18。在派对上，Amber对你一见钟情，于是你们去找了个房间。

警告：提及Amber与Jackson的亲密关系

The Star of the Team by AliceDollOfficial 连载到29章未完结

高中AU。你爱上的是女子篮球队队长Amber Liu，但是高中生活远比你想的更复杂。

警告：你xAmber（前后有意义）、ra-pe、suic-ide、stalki-ng。

Truth or Dare by sojufor1 一发完

R18。Amber x Reader x Jackson 三人行，醉酒后的真心话大冒险。

[lasciviousfemaleartistsnaps]

I know you bought this pretty lingerie for me Amber but I think I’m too plushy to wear it.. I want to look good for you

"But I like your plushy body, that's why I brought it for you. You have such a cute body and it's a dream of mine to see you wearing lingerie around that house, aren't you a good girl? Don't you wanna make my fantasy real? How about if I fuck you good tonight while you wear it then will you put it on for me?"

-Amber Liu

[femikpop]

Fun with Dye

Tittle: Fun with Dye Words: 0.7K Pairing: Mia/Amber; 10th Member of EXO Summary: Mia is in a video with Amber on her channel.    

‘Hey, guys! Welcome to my little channel.’, Amber’s voice went through the room. She was sitting in fron of her phone, that was recording. ‘Today I’m not alone.’, she added and patted Mia on the shulder. She was sitting on the floor, next to Amber’s legs, hiding from the camera, so she could be a surprise.

‘Hi!’, Mia jumped so that everyone could see her. She sat on the bed with a huge smile of her face and clear exciment. Then she turned her face to look at Amber, who had judging look, but it changed really quickly to laugh.

‘Look at you all smiley and cute.’, she said and Mia turned to the camera, cupping her face. ‘I’m sure everybody already know who you are, but can you introduce yourself?’

‘Hello. I’m Mia and I’m member of EXO.’, she said and Amber clapped, making her blush a little.

‘What a cutie. Look at her.’, Amber said, pinching her cheeks, but then stopped immediately with shocked face. ‘Oh my God, is it first time, they will hear your English?’

‘Oh, no. I did few Instagram Lives and few interviews in America, so they know my English.’, she answered, winking at the camera.

‘Okay, great. But let’s go back to the main topic of the video and why we are here.’, Amber said and Mia nodded, letting her explain everything. ‘So, we were just talking casualy, sitting in one of the green rooms of KCON and the Mia tells me, that her mother is a hairdresser. Then I immediately  tell her, that I wanted to dye my hair purple for so long. So here we are with essentials, that you need to dye your hair and a daughter of a hairdresser. What do you need more?’

‘A professional?’, Mia said quietly, laughing. ‘I don’t think it’s a great idea.’

‘It’s gonna be fun. Come one.’, Amber said and gave her bag with everything, that she bought few minutes ago.

Mia started to squeezing out the dye out of the bottle to the bowl and mixing it together with other liquid. Soon after that she started to putting it all over Amber’s head, who was talking about some weird hairstyle ideas the whole time. Mia wasn’t really listening, because she was more focused to not ruin Amber’s hair. She knew, that she would get really long lecture if something would happened to her hair. And she would like to avoid it on every cost. 

‘How are we going to do this?’, Mia asked Amber. They were standing in the middle of the hotel bathroom, thinking how they were suppost to wash off the dye from her hair, while still filming. There were no place to put the phone and she wanted to have everything documented.

‘Hold this.’, Amber said, giving Mia the phone. 

She took it from her and started to putting water oh her head. She tried to do this very carefully not wet either the floor or Amber’s clothes. But as soon Mia even thought about this shower head slipped out of her hands and fell on the floor. She immediately turned of water, still filming it. But Amber’s clothes were already wet. 

She picked up her head and looked at Mia. At first her face was shocked and had no idea what just happened. But right after they started laughing and could’t stop. Mia started to blow dry Amber’s hair, trying to style it a little. Then right after that they sat again on the bed, wanting to end the video.

‘I think, that if your mom ever retires, you can take over her salon.’, Amber said, brushing her hair. ‘You did a great job.’

‘Thank you.’, Mia said, feeling a little blush on her cheeks.

‘Also you should change your hair next time too!’

‘I mean, I think next time we will have next hair, jugding what I have right now.’, she said tossing her shoulder length hair with laugh.

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[girls-scenarios]

Monsters Behind My Eyelids

Idol: Amber (f(x))

Prompt: Sometimes she felt nothing at all, until she felt everything at once.

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: This was not requested but I have been feeling a lot of things and the only way I know how to deal with them is to write. Sorry for not posting requests. I hope you guys enjoy though.

Warnings: Angst, dark themes, loneliness, post breakup

Amber didn’t really know when it got dark outside. It was only after closing out of the video game that she’d been playing since she woke up that she cared to glance at the clock. 9pm. Way too late, and her eyes burned and her head ached, but there was no way she’d be able to sleep. She knew better. Knew the feeling of the insomnia knocking at the back of her eyelids.

With a sigh, she stood up and wandered into the kitchen, even though she wasn’t really hungry. She stood in front of the fridge and thought about how little she’d eaten, and how it had all been junk food, but she felt sick at the idea of eating any more and she had nothing fresh so she just grabbed another water bottle and closed the door. The house was dark, but she knew her way around, so she didn’t bother to turn on any lights as she padded into the bathroom to turn on the shower.

Usually a shower made her feel better, kind of washing away the weird feelings that piled up in her chest on nights like this. Tonight, though, she just got out feeling overheated and exhausted. The headache behind her eyes had grown, despite her attempt to silence it with painkillers. It was with a groan that she sank into bed and buried her face into the pillows, squeezing her eyes shut and willing herself to at least catch a wink of sleep.

After laying that way for a while, and getting nowhere, she gave up and flipped back over to grab her laptop. Her mouse hovered over her game folder before she decided against it and opened up her book app instead, scrolling through the many books she’d bought and never read. One book of romantic short stories caught her eye, and she clicked on it as she reached over to grab her headphones. When the words popped up on the screen, she’d already plugged them into her phone and pressed play on whatever Spotify playlist popped up first.

It wasn’t until she was a few songs in that she realized that they were all sad. She still couldn’t be bothered to turn it off, methodically pressing the down button as she read, lifeless.

Maybe it was because her brain had almost shut off that she didn’t even realize that she was crying until something wet hit her collarbone. Slowly, she brought a hand up to wipe at her face, but now that she was aware of her own tears, they began to flow faster, harder, until she was full on sobbing. 

That deep feeling of longing and loneliness had settled deep in her chest without her noticing, and now it burst out, unhindered as the clock neared midnight. It seemed like letting them be felt had just opened the floodgates, and Amber fell back onto her bed, feeling all the feelings she’d been too afraid to give a name to as she pressed her hands to her face.

Her lungs and eyes burned, and she felt so exposed even though she was laying all alone in a dark empty room. Her chest and shoulders felt heavy as she fought to catch her breath and calm down her racing mind.

It was always like this when she remembered things she didn’t want to remember. When she felt the things she’d locked away for so long. Not everyone could be strong all the time, but damn, she’d tried, and that made the breakdowns all that more painful.

Taking deep breaths, she sat up again, scrubbing at her face and yanking the headphones out of her ears. In that moment, sitting up with her eyes wild, she felt an array of emotions.

She felt angry, hurt, upset and cold. And then she felt numb. As soon as it had all come, it all left.

And she didn’t know which one she preferred to feel.

Like a reminder, your name popped up when she opened her phone and clicked on her messages. Her finger hovered over your name as she looked at the message she’d sent you over a month ago.

“I hope you’re doing well.”

The numbness spread through her limbs and she swallowed, scrolling up and away from your name. Instead, she opened her conversation with Luna. Quickly, she typed out a message before turning off the phone and falling back onto the bed, letting her eyes close.

Thoroughly exhausted, she didn’t even bother to grab her covers or clear the bed of her things. She just laid there, and let the night consume her. 

“Make sure I wake up tomorrow.”

[swweetlikesuga]

Friends With Benefits.

(for anon!)

You felt her hands everywhere. They were tugging at your hair and gripping, scratching, caressing your body. Her lips kissing down your chest making your breathes come out in puffs. Your fingers reach for her hair as her mouth travels farther down your body. Small gasps escape your lips as she begins to nip and suck at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You let out a sigh of pleasure when you finally feel her tongue on you. Her hands hold your hips down when she starts to hum while her lips are still attached to your core. The noise sending vibrations throughout your body, making your back arch off the mattress. The hand you have in her hair tightens when you fill the build in the pit of you stomach. “Amber... I,” is all you can get before the pleasure washes through you. You lay there for a second, trying to catch your breathe, and glance down between your legs. Amber picks up her head and you see her wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. “That was fast,” she says. “Shut up,” you whine and roll your eyes. She lets out a laugh and tosses her body next to yours and throws the blanket on top of the both of you. “Rough day?” she asks. “More like a rough week. Why do you think I called you over,” you question. “At your service, your highness,” she says with heavy sarcasm. Amber reaches for her phone when it buzzes. You can’t help but notice the smirk that makes way to her face at the text she gets. “Oooo, who’s got you all smiley?” you tease. “Some girl I met at work,” she says dismissively. “Right. Some girl,” you say in mock seriousness. “Fine. A super hot girl that I have plans to see next week,” she tells you. “I wanna see what she looks like!” you say. “I don’t have a picture of her, you weirdo.” she laughs. You give a small pout. “Damn it. I gotta go. I forgot I had to give my sister a ride,” she says, hurriedly putting on her clothes. “I wanna hear all about your date when it happens,” you say before she reaches the door. “Will do. If it goes bad be ready for me,” she says with a smirk. “Okay,” you say through laughter. You throw your head back on the bed when she’s out the door and easily fall asleep.

[serendipitioustaehyung]

fluffy amber texts!!

[junkyukyu]

rainy day with girlfriend amber liu moodboard

🐢Images are not mine 🐢

[prettyboyshownu]

On The Phone (Amber)

Drabble Game: #18

After being ignored for a few days, you have some plans. 

Amber had been unusually busy these last few days. You began to take a back seat in the events of her life. Sure you could respect her being a professional, but when she misses your usual Friday night rendezvous you get a little sad. When she gets home you're already asleep and everything is put away. She sighs and gets ready for bed, another long day awaits her. 

When you wake up you  hear Amber on the phone in the living room. Thinking of a super secret idea you sneak into the living room and sit next to her. She smiles at you and pulls away from the receiver.  

"Sorry about last night. I got caught up in some work stuff. I'll make it up to you I promise, just let me make this phone call." 

"Sure alright. You know I'm impatient though."

You smirk and lay down on her unoccupied shoulder. You listen at her business like voice talking about stuff you didn't even know about. As the minutes ticked on you put your 'plan' into action. You rotate so that you get a clear view of her neck and plant tiny butterfly kisses, her favorite. She practically melts into you and then stiffens up when she realizes she's still on the phone. She shoots you an angry look and you smirk. Punishment is surly coming for this, but the temptation is too strong. You start lightly biting her skin, licking over the marks you made. Hickies were always your favorite. With your hand on her thigh you start sliding in between her legs,  sliding underneath the shorts she had on. You lightly run her through her underwear and she lets out a silent moan. You smirk as you watch her fall apart during her important phone call. Your lips moving all over her chin and neck and your hands rubbing roughly through her underwear was a a match made in heaven and you knew she couldn't last much longer before she started vocalizing, Amber's pretty loud when she's feeling it. She tilts her head back in pleasure, her voice is going breathless on the phone. She must be close. You keep going faster and faster. The thrill of seeing her fall apart is well worth the hell you'll get for doing this. 

"Okay, cool. I'll talk to you later. Oh no nothing's wrong its just something just came up and I've gotta see about it. Yea see you tomorrow." 

She hangs up and looks at you with the fiercest eyes you've ever seen. You were gonna get it big time. 

"Room. Now. It's time to teach you a lesson about interrupting me."   

[blessyouhawkeye]

Could someone write me a fic about this? It's so girlfriendy and cute I love this photo. I need a date with Amber fic stat

[justtextmeoppa]

You Beautiful...

I hung my head low, avoiding the sky, hiding

The nights were endless in my dark heart, yeah yeah

I couldn’t spread my wings in this world

that was like a small birdcage

With struggling movements,

I’ll sing for you, who will come to me some day

So my dreams that spread its wings can shine even more in the blue sky So my coldly shut heart can beat again, I’ll go up in the sky to the stars

[imbicuriousyeah]

loosen up: part 1

Amber x reader

word count: 1680

prompt: you’re the health-conscious med student and I’m the chain-smoking art student who’s also your barista bartender and you leave me notes on smoking and lung health on your napkins

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It’s your birthday, so you’d decided to get absolutely smashed and try to forget the fact that you’ve gotten a year older and you have pretty much no life outside of med school and your only friend has abandoned you because she got a headache. Well, that last bit happened after you’d gotten most of the way from tipsy to drunk, but still. Damn her and her sensitive head. Maybe you should’ve stayed in after all. Rented a movie, had a sleepover, maybe invited some of your med school friends and gotten drunk in the comfort of your home?

Oh right, most of your friends worked the graveyard shift. And there was something about the anonymity and atmosphere of clubs and bars that you particularly enjoyed. It had absolutely nothing to do with the gorgeous bartender with the infectious smile and intricate tattoo sleeve and her perfect hair- not at all. Speaking of which, where did she go? You look over the crowd towards the door and see her leaving, lighter in hand, haloed by the neon lights.

It’s now that your brain decides to remind you that yes, you already knew she smoked. Not because you’d been watching her, not at all. That would’ve been creepy.

So that’s why I haven’t been back here.

You rest your head against the wall with a sigh. Last time you’d gotten drunk here you’d decided to leave her a note. And not just a note, not just your number, like a normal person, oh no. You’d written some kind of drunken tirade about exactly what happens to your lungs when you smoke, full of medical jargon and using up four whole napkins. She probably thought you were insane.

Your head jerks back up as you see her disappear behind the bar, bending down for a moment before walking back out towards the door with a water bottle in hand. What’s that about?

She reappears less than a minute later, reinstating herself behind the bar, looking bored as she fidgets with one of her many rings. You don’t think about it, you just act. Which is exactly what had gotten you in trouble in the first place. 

“I see you haven’t stopped smoking yet.” Dear god I wish I could hit myself over the head with- with something heavy.

She laughs, and suddenly you’ve forgotten everything, the fact that it was your birthday, why you were scolding her in the first place. If her smile is infectious, her laugh is an epidemic.

“So it’s my conscientious medical student again. Nice to see you too.” She leans on the bar with her elbows, looking at you. You feel yourself start to blush, so you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

“I’m surprised you aren’t coughing up your lungs yet.” She raises an eyebrow.

“You’ll have to do better than that. Then again, I don’t know if you can top last week’s dissertation.” She turns to the shelves behind her an rummages, pushing aside a bottle of absurdly expensive vodka. When she turns back around she’s brandishing several napkins. You groan. You don’t even have to look to know they’re covered in your minuscule scrawl.

“I’m so sorry about that, you must think I’m a weirdo.”

“I actually thought it was amusing, which is why I kept them.” She smiles and turns back around to replace the napkins in their ‘hiding spot.’

“I tell myself I won’t get drunk like that again, but the time comes around, and here I am.”

“I mean, I’m like that with my cigarettes, and I know you know. But, for your sake, I have been trying to make it down to five a day.”

“Five a day?” You probably sound horrified, and you really should not have been so surprised, but for some godforsaken reason you were. Or at least you shouldn’t have let it show.

“Relax. At least it’s not a pack a day. I’m a broke art student, I cant afford anti-depressants.”

You suddenly feel a whole lot more like you’re meddling in something that’s not your business. She must see the change in your expression because she shakes her head.

“It’s not a secret. And I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad.”

“I’m just- I’m a med student, so I get fixated on stuff like that.”

“I guessed as much, I mean about the med school bit. Either that or you have a whole lotta free time on your hands to research the effects of smoking. My name is Amber, by the way.” She holds her hand out to you and suddenly your mouth has gone dry.

“Y/N.” You shake her hand, probably a bit too quickly, before jerking your hand back. You can feel the blush crawling up your neck and into your cheeks.

“You’re even cuter when you blush, did you know that?” Amber says with another of her blinding smiles. As she probably expected, that just causes the blush to deepen.

“I- Um-” You stutter, like some schoolgirl with a crush. Which isn’t actually that far from the truth, you realize with embarrassment.

“Did I hear your friend say it was your birthday?” Amber asks, folding her hands in front of her on the bar.

“Yeah- wait what?”

“She asked to use my phone when I was on my smoke break. I saw you two talking earlier so I assumed you were friends.” You suddenly pat your pockets, realizing with a sinking feeling that you have two phones instead of one.

“Shit…”

“I gave her some water after she called for someone to pick her up. I’m sure she’ll be fine. I can go check if she’s gone for you, if that would make you feel better?” You nod, too embarrassed to speak. Why did you have her phone in the first place? Did she ask you to hold it or something? You can’t remember.

Amber returns with a smile, and you feel better just by being on the receiving end of it.

“Your friend got picked up, everything’s good.”

“Thanks Amber. Wow I feel like such an airhead.”

“Hey, I’ve seen worse. At least you still have her phone. I’m assuming you have it, right?” She looks over and you nod quickly. “Well, you wouldn’t believe how many phones I’ve found in bathrooms or out on the floor when I close. There were several memorable occasions when patrons have left their phones in their drinks.” Amber shakes her head, incredulous, and you laugh. “There you go, loosen up will you, its your birthday!” How is she even real?

“Guess it’s all the training to be impartial, cool under pressure, that has me all- all tight-laced.”

“I guess that’s what I’m here for then.”

“And the alcohol.”

“And the alcohol,” she agrees with a laugh, “though I think you’ve had enough of that for tonight.”

“Yeah.” You lift a hand to massage your temple, maybe you were being a bit hypocritical earlier.

“You need me to call you a cab?”

You shake your head. “I’ll be fine.”

“You have a designated driver?”

“No.” Maybe you shouldn’t have insisted you were fine quite so quickly.

“Are you sure about that cab?”

“Actually…”

Amber smiles and waves her hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it. You come sit here for now, alright?” She lifts up a section of the bar and beckons for you to follow her.

“But the bar-”

“Casey can cover for me. We’re winding down for the night anyway. C'mon, it’s quieter back here.”

You sigh and follow her, your head immediately protesting the movement, though, like Amber had anticipated, as soon as the door closes behind you both and seals off some of the noise, it protests slightly less.

“You’ve been drinking water, haven’t you?”

“What, lecturing me on my health?” You laugh, “yes, that last glass was just water.”

“Just checkin.” She says, then leaves through a side door, gesturing with her phone as an explanation. You lean back in the chair and close your eyes, savoring the quieter atmosphere. You don’t remember getting migraines from noise before. That often, anyway. Maybe you were getting old. Just lovely. Back to the reason I was drinking in the first place.

You don’t have much time to brood though, because Amber returns. You suddenly fixate o the texture of the flannel tied around her waist. It looks so soft. And you’ve leaned over to touch it before you even realized what you were doing.

“So soft…” You murmur, running your fingers along the fabric.

“Okay, so it was perfect time to call it a night then.” Amber just seems amused. “The cab will be here in five minutes or so. Want to go wait outside?”

“Yeah, it’s stuffy in here.” You follow her obediently out a side door and into an alley, where you walk a few paces before emerging out onto the street.

“Thanks, by the way, for all this.” You look over and she’s smiling at you. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to the storm of butterflies that flare up in response to that smile. “Your eyes are really beautiful, do you know that?”

She chuckles, ducking her head. “I’ve been told. Though never by someone as pretty as you.” It’s your turn to be flustered. Again. It really seems to be a pattern, doesn’t it.

Amber turns towards you as you see a cab rounding the corner at the end of the street.

“How about I give you my number, in case you ever need help unlacing.” She offers with a smile.

You stare for a moment before fumbling in your pocket for your phone and struggling to unlock it. Wait shit this isn’t mine.

Amber laughs and pulls on your hand as the cab pulls up to the curb, writing a string of digits on your forearm in sharpie. “This way you won’t lose it.”

You look up at her, and she smiles that radiant smile again, and as the cab drives away you can’t help but think maybe this birthday wasn’t so bad after all.

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