#and on top of that Vi idolizes him still

[vole-mon-amour]

tags by prev

the way s2 whitewashes vander is kind of vile, actually.

young vander's hands were just as bloody as silco's. he did not bring his gauntlets to a peaceful protest. he came to fight. then, at least, he understood that things would never improve if they simply waited around for their oppressors to give them rights and protections out of the goodness of their hearts.

even years later, his reputation precedes him. he runs a protection racket. he keeps his gauntlets hung above his bar as a reminder and a threat; he gets more than one situation to go his way through the not-so-subtle implication of violence.

but, arcane tells us, vander is a Good Man now. he has stopped directing his violence towards his oppressors, and now merely uses the threat of it to keep his own people in line. to make sure that topside is not disturbed.

i've seen people on the Social Medias crow about how vander gets a statue and how half of s2 is devoted to eulogising him, while silco is mourned by exactly 2 people for 5 minutes and then forgotten, and therefore, vander good, silco bad.

and you know what?

silco made the decision to engage in a ruthless gambit, using the only currency available to him: the lives of his own people. he dragged zaun behind him on a cruel climb on an ugly path towards a better destination, and he did not give a single shit about winning hearts and minds or mitigating harm while he did it... and he almost got there. he had an independence treaty for zaun on the table. and nobody in zaun ever knows this. topside keep it to themselves when it turns out to be more convenient to simply gas zaun into submission instead. silco got them the closest they had ever gotten - and the closest they are ever likely to get for the forseeable future - to true independence, and he did it without softness or kindness, and without thanks or glory or acknowledgement, and nobody will ever know. he dies in ignominy. he gets no statue.

vander won hearts and minds. vander was your friendly local gang leader & barman. vander said, "hey, let's all help each other out." vander said, "hey, let's just try to get by. just focus on one another, and not the big picture." vander was ashamed of what he saw as his complicity in the massacre on the day of ash, and decided he did not want to be responsible for something like that again. vander was available and approachable and personable and charismatic, and he used it to convince everyone that it was in their best interests to simply lay down, and stop resisting. vander gets a statue.

arcane says: he was a Good Man.

arcane says: be more like vander.

arcane says: hey. chill out. spend time with your family. try to just focus on getting from one day to the next. don't worry about the system.

stop resisting.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Injured (Alexia's Version) VI

Alexia Putellas x Teen!Reader

Summary: Alexia tries to talk to you

TW: discussions of eating disorder

It's reminiscent of that night all those years ago when Alexia came home and was shoved against her own wall by her sister.

It's funny how history repeats itself.

Alexia, back to the wall and unable to understand why and Alba, absolutely furious, being the one to hold her there.

"Alba?" Olga shrieks, standing up from her spot on the sofa.

Alba had one of the spare keys but usually, she didn't use it. Today she had though, bursting through the door like a woman on a mission and shoving Alexia up against the wall.

Jaume never saw the first time but he's heard about it. He couldn't have lived so long in this family without finding out about what happened when he was a baby. But, still, this is the first time he's seen Tia Alba angry at Mami and he watches with wide eyes from the top of the stairs.

"She's skin and bones!" Tia Alba hisses," I watched her today! She could barely stand up!"

"I know."

"And she...Wait, what?"

"I know, Alba." Alexia is calm even though her sister still has a tight grip on her shoulders, pinning her to the wall. "We know. We're trying to work out how to help."

Alba lets go of her, stepping away. "You know?"

Alexia nods. "We know. We're just trying to work out how. She always finishes dinner."

Guilt settles low in Jaume's gut as Mami, Mama and Tia Alba start discussing your eating habits.

You'd always been a bit peckish. You were never much of a big eater.

Jaume was the opposite. He was a growing boy. He ate a lot, especially on days with football training. He hadn't thought much of you offering your food to him, grateful that he wouldn't have to rifle through the fridge when Mami and Mama left the kitchen.

The topic of dinner comes up again and Jaume lingers on the bottom step, threading his fingers together anxiously.

"She..."

The three women fall silent as he steps into the light.

"What is it, Jaume?" Olga asks.

"Mama," He says, throat bobbing and tears welling in his eyes," I didn't...She never...I didn't know, Mama."

"Didn't know what? What is it?"

"Bambi...I..."

Alexia has always been his idol. She's a legend at Barcelona, captain of the club, captain of the country. Her trophies seemed endless and so did her awards. She was a World Cup winner. One of the greatest to ever play the game.

He wanted to be like her.

Her approval meant everything to him.

"Jaume," Alexia says," What is it? About Bambi? Tell us."

"I've been eating her dinner," He admits," When you and Mama turn your backs. She gives it to me."

Tia Alba noisily blows out air, hands cradling her head and Jaume can see the heartbreak on absolutely everyone's faces.

"Thank you for telling us," Alexia says," You're a good boy, Jaume."

Jaume's throat still feels tight though and guilt still swirls in his belly. "Is she...Is she going to be okay?"

No one answers.

It's a delicate situation to work around.

Alba drops hints during your weekly lunch. Olga keeps an eye on your snack breaks after school. Alexia tries to heap more food onto your plate.

You don't notice anything wrong though, apart from the fact that Jaume is suddenly not hungry anymore. He doesn't want your leftovers.

Alexia's the one to confront you, slipping into your room as you finish up some homework.

"Hey," She says.

"Hey." You finish off your last sentence before spinning around in your chair. "What's up?"

Your room has changed since you were little.

Most of your train tracks and little sets are packed away in the attic but your favourite models still litter your shelves. Your bed has gotten bigger and the bookshelf that used to be covered in children's stories is now full of textbooks and little dancing knickknacks like dead pointe shoes or worn-through ballet flats.

A desk has been moved in for you to complete your school work and your closet is now full of clothes you wanted to buy rather than what Alexia used to want you in.

Gone is the little girl with full, round baby cheeks and in her place is a teenager who's lost weight at an alarming rate.

Alexia can hardly believe it.

"I bought us ice cream."

She waves the tub teasingly at you and you pull a face.

"Sorry, Mami," You say," But I'm not hungry right now."

You spin your chair back to your desk.

Alexia spins it back.

You huff.

"Even just a little bit?" She asks," I can't finish this all by myself."

"Jaume's always hungry. Eat with him."

Something prickles down your spine.

Mami is acting weird like she knows something about you that you don't want her to know.

You stare across at her from the bank of a river. You're on one side. She's on the other. The river rushes between you, a gaping chasm that's getting more and more dangerous as it splashes at the banks.

"I can't eat with you?"

She's pushing now and you snap.

"Why does it matter? I'm not hungry! Drop it!"

Alexia's façade drops as well.

"You've not been eating," She says bluntly.

The water laps more furiously at the banks of the river, rushing towards to a waterfall. Alexia looks at you from across the bank. You stare back at her unblinking.

"Yes..." You say, frozen in place," Yes, I have. What are you talking about?"

"Are you an athlete?"

"What?"

"Do you consider yourself an athlete?"

You scoff, standing up. Your stomach swirls as blood rushes to your head. You feel a little woozy and light-headed but you force your way through it.

"Is this your way of saying that dance isn't active enough for you? Yes! Yes, I consider myself an athlete."

"Then why aren't you fuelling yourself like one?"

Alexia's being gentle about this, trying to coax you out of the corner you've found yourself trapped in. She should have been more subtle though, she realises with a jolt, because you're seconds away from bolting.

She reaches out for you across the bank, a simple hand.

You want to take it. You want her to throw a rope across for you. Something for you to hold and clutch as you swim over to her, to safety.

But you just can't.

Safety means questions and you don't want to answer her questions. You're sure she'll hate you for what she unearths. You're sure she'll look at you and not see her daughter looking back.

If you can't be perfect for her, if you can't be perfect for yourself then you're not worth anything to her.

Jaume has common interests with Mami. He plays football like she did. He plays well like she did. He's going to be world-class like she was.

You have little in common with Alexia but it doesn't make her love you any less. She adores you. She'd drop everything to make sure you're alright.

She doesn't care if you're not perfect. She doesn't care if you decide to quit ballet altogether. She just wants you to be alright.

But you just don't believe that.

You need perfection in yourself. You assume Alexia needs perfection from you as well.

She's staring across the bank from you, arm still out.

You reach for it but the river has gotten more aggressive. The mud on the bank is slippery.

You go straight in.

You try to inflate your lungs but all you can do is breathe in icy cold water as you're battered against the rocks.

You look at Alexia, still holding a tub of ice cream.

She looks at you.

You bolt.

Out of your room. Down the stairs. Out the door and down the street.

Alexia would run after you but she knows. She knows you so well. You'll just run from her and you're much fitter than she is right now. You'd get away quickly.

If she lets you go now then she'll at least know where you're going.

If she runs after you then you could go anywhere.

You're scared. Alexia has scared you.

It's a difficult conversation to have so Alexia lets you run. You need time to calm down, to prepare for this.

She's not happy. She can't be happy when you are starving yourself for reasons still unknown but she can be content with her decision to let you go for now.

You'll have run to somewhere you feel safe.

Alexia can be content.

Or, she's content for a few hours until she gets that call.

"Is this Alexia Putellas?"

"Yes?"

"Hi, I'm just calling because you're put down at y/n's emergency contact? I'm afraid she's passed out in one of the practice rooms."

[low-budget-korra]

Arcane Hot Takes

1. The hate on Jayce is mostly for no reason. He was a good guy, genuinely nice and with no toxic masculinity. He never created Hextec to be a weapon or to destroy the world. And only got really mad when Jinx stole his creation and honestly? He had the right to be mad at that. He ain't perfect, he made mistakes but c'mon guys.

2. If you hate on s2 Caitlyn but idolize Silco, you're a hypocrite. The difference is that Caitlyn did all blinded by grief while Silco did blinded by the thirst for power

And speaking of Silco…No, he is not this revolutionary man some of the fandom make him out to be. He was a Mafia boss who filled the streets with drugs, divided and weakened his own community and even used child work in his factories. Yeah, he was not some Che Guevara freedom fighter. All he had was beautiful speeches abt it.

And also not this perfect father figure for Jinx, as he kept filling her paranoias and manipulating her

3. The writers made a miracle managing to end the show in a nice way, but the truth is that Arcane needed at least one more season to be perfect. 

In s2 they rely too much on characters' micro expressions and subtext. Which is not a bad thing at all, but in a first view a lot of things get missed

I already saw s2 three times, so if you think things were poorly explained, try to watch a second time. Better, binge s1 and s2 and I guarantee that a lot of stuff you think was outta nowhere, will make sense.

4. Caitlyn had the best character arc in season 2. Experiencing the phases of grief, getting radicalized and manipulated, opening her eyes and realizing what she was doing, a subtle yet important redemption.

And I Say "subtle" bc even if for me it was obvious, I know for a lot of people, it wasn't.

Also, the haters don't want her to recognize what she did wrong bc she already did, just not with those on the nose dialogues. The haters wanted her to be punished, which she also was. Girl was stabbed in the abdomen, betrayed by her right hand, was almost executed in front of her men, got beat up with a knife still in her abdomen and lost an eye. Yeah, I think she was punished enough and if you wanted more, just admit that you are a bit sadistic and move on

5. Arcane is fiction. Sure, it takes insp in real life problems but is still fiction. Its cool to be able to recognize the themes but project our world problems, anger and frustration towards the characters is stupid and makes you miss a lot of good stuff in the show. If you act radical abt the show, you don't have the right to judge someone that goes radical after losing her mom to a terrorist attack.

It doesn't matter if her mother was rich or something. In fact, Cassandra was one of the few council members, maybe the only one, who actually did something good for the Zaunites as she was the one that created those air filters for people in Zaun, the workers, be able to breathe without getting cancer or smt.

Yes, I know it's the bare minimum but she was the only one doing something. Heimerdinger in his 200y never did something like that and only tried to help Zaun when he was expelled from the council.

6. Vi didn know Jinx was wanting to off herself. Jinx already tricked her a couple times before and “breaking the circle” , from Vi’s pov could mean a lot of things. From offing herself to explode things again. She doesn't watch Arcane guys, she doesn't know Jinx as well as we do.

7. Having Zaunites helping Piltover in the battle wasn't lazy writing or disrespectful. It was literally about the fate of their world, y'all thing Ambessa and Viktor would stop with just Piltover? Who y'all think would be the next target? 

They also used the enforcers uniform because it is a tactical one, useful in a situation like a battle. I can hate on the police all I want but in a situation like that, I would rather go to battle with that stupid uniform and bullet proof vest than go on a simple tank top, jeans and converse.

And this shows how better the Zaunites are compared to Piltover and it's enforcers. They were willing to shallow their hate, their pride and help their oppressors for the greater good. That's a good heart, maturity and emotional intelligence.

[rubyreduji]

of boobs and basses — ljh

summary: jihoon gets to meet his favorite rockstar, things only go up from there

tags: smut (minors dni!), fluff, idol!woozi, rockstar!reader warnings: smoking, explicit sex, multiple smut scenes, multiple orgasms, praise, fingering, biting and marking, oral, cum swallowing, finger sucking, spanking, hair pulling, creampie, crying, choking, squirting, over stimulation wc: 13.3k an: yes the reader and her band are based off of maneskin and vic de angelis. yes there is plot (but also a fair amount of smut ok). yes i love the banner thank you for noticing. here’s the playlist for this fic

Jihoon hates flying. Not because he hates traveling or because he’s afraid of heights, no he just finds it boring. Luckily he has WiFi and he can put his headphones on and sleep through the flight.

He’s sitting next to Seokmin who seems just as restless as Jihoon is, though Jihoon is a bit better at covering it up.

“Hyung, what are you listening to?” Seokmin leans over to try and look at Jihoon’s phone. His phone displays that he’s listening to Backseat Sex by LADYKILLER. “Oh, that’s the band with that girl you’re obsessed with. The one with the boobs.”

The words out of Seokmin’s mouth make Jihoon blush and he snatches his phone away. Seokmin isn't exactly wrong though.

Y/N L/N. Bassist for the rock band LADYKILLER. Jihoon may have a giant crush on you.

You and your band are well known for your ‘edgy’ image and your sexual stage presence. It’s not uncommon to see you on stage sporting nothing but pasties and a fishnet top. Sometimes no pasties at all. It seems these days he can’t even go on Twitter without seeing clips of you performing on stage topless, not that Jihoon minds.

That’s not why Jihoon has a crush on you though. You write most of your band’s songs, and to Jihoon nothing is more attractive than someone who understands music. You also just seem like a cool person, based off of interviews you’ve done and your fan interaction Jihoon has seen on social media. The way you handle fame is very different from how idols do, he likes seeing how free you are with your self expression.

Your music isn’t normally something Jihoon would like, but he saw one of your guys’ performances on Twitter and has been hooked since. Your stage presence is incredible and the chemistry of your group adds to that.

“Hyung this music is really…intense,” Seokmin says to Jihoon. Jihoon isn’t sure how much time has passed since Seokmin last spoke to him but when Jihoon looks over he can see that Seokmin has his earbuds in, listening to one of your songs.

Ex-Fling, off of your Razor Sharp Rampage album. It’s one of Jihoon’s favorite albums. 

“You really enjoy this stuff?” Seokmin asks.

Jihoon flushes a bit, “Yeah. Their lyrics are good.”

Seokmin gives him a skeptical look. “If you say so, hyung.”

As soon as the plane lands in New York, the boys are swept away to the Radio City Music Hall. The VMAs aren’t until tomorrow, but Seventeen is scheduled to do their rehearsals today.

“You guys are a bit early, so you can just wait around and we’ll call you when we’re ready,” one of the stage managers tells the group before running off.

The boys break off to go kill some time but Jihoon stays backstage, watching the way everyone runs around getting things ready. Jihoon’s eyes scan the area around him, looking to see who else is performing tomorrow night. He sees mostly backstage hands until his eyes land on one certain person and Jihoon feels his jaw drop a bit.

This cannot be real.

Jihoon feels like he can’t breathe. This has to be some kind of hallucination or something because there is no way this is actually happening to him.

Y/N L/N. Twenty feet away from him. Dressed in cut off shorts and a tank top. Jihoon’s mouth goes dry.

He’s not sure why he’s so surprised. This is one of the biggest music events in America, and you are a popular American musician. Still, even if he was expecting you to be here, he didn’t expect you to be here. In the same vicinity as him. Even thinking about it makes Jihoon’s ears turn red. He feels like a flustered school boy again.

He was just talking about you to Seokmin and now here you are, right in front of him, looking like a dream. Jihoon gets embarrassed just thinking about how many times he’s stared at photos and videos of you. 

You turn in the direction Jihoon is standing and your eyes light up when you see him. You start to walk towards him and Jihoon can feel his heart thumping in his skull. Surely you’re not walking over to him.

“Oh my god, you’re Woozi!”

You know who he is. Jihoon wants to pass out.

“I’m a fan of your work. I’m not usually a big K-Pop fan, but I like your stuff. Especially the solo you put out. Ruby? That was sick,” you tell him. “Sorry, I’m Y/N. Bassist for LADYKILLER.”

“I-I know,” Jihoon says. He’s thankful Vernon has been helping him brush up on his English. Too bad Vernon can’t help him with how shaky his voice sounds. “I’m also a fan.”

This seems to shock you a bit and an intrigued look crosses your face. “Oh yeah? That’s cool to hear.”

“Y/N! Come on, we’ve got soundchecks!” Jihoon looks over to see one of your bandmates (Tommy, the drummer) calling for you. A bit of dejection fills Jihoon. He wanted to talk with you more.

“Ah, sorry Woozi. It was nice meeting you. I’ll see you later!” You wave goodbye to the idol before running off towards Tommy. It isn’t until you’re out of sight that Jihoon realizes he didn’t say bye back.

“Jihoon-ah! Where have you been?” His members bombard him when he finds them waiting in a green room.

“I-I think I just met the love of my life,” Jihoon mutters.

Everyone looks at him a bit incredulously. It’s Seungcheol who finally speaks up. “What do you mean Jihoon?”

“She’s here, and I talked to her. Y/N.” Jihoon feels like he’s in a trance.

“Yo, from LADYKILLER? I love that band!” It’s Vernon who says this. Of course Vernon likes the rock band with the hot bassist who’s boobs are always on display. That’s so Vernon.

“The girl who’s always showing off her tits?” Soonyoung asks. They’d get canceled so fast if the Carats heard them talking like this.

“Stop saying that about her!” Jihoon’s face is probably red as a tomato right now.

“Is it…not the truth?”

“What girl is showing off her boobs?”

Jihoon wants to curl up in a ball and die.

“Jihoon-hyung has a crush on the bassist from the rock band LADYKILLER. Y/N L/N. Her band does a lot of nude stuff,” Vernon finally explains. “Their music is sick as fuck, but probably not in any of your guys’ taste.” 

“She’s so pretty,” Jihoon mumbles.

“I hope I get to meet them too,” Vernon says. “James is so cool.” James. The guitarist. Jihoon thinks that he would get along well with Vernon.

The other members are all still staring at Jihoon and he wishes they would stop. Yes, he has a crush on a girl who is always topless. Can they please move on.

As if saved by the bell, a voice comes on one of the speakers.

“Seventeen please report to the stage. Seventeen please report to the stage.”

The boys all move to get to the stage, right as your band is finishing up. You wave at Jihoon when you see them approaching and shoot him a wink before following your band off the stage. And yeah, that definitely does things to Jihoon.

For the rest of the day and into the next Jihoon can’t stop thinking about you. He spends his whole night rewatching every one of your music videos, every interview you’ve done, and all the videos Jihoon has saved of your performances from when you were on tour last year. He might have an obsession.

Jihoon would probably have spent the whole morning doing the same too if he wasn’t taken to get ready for the award show. When the group gets to the venue they’re bombarded with cameras but once they get past those they are able to take their seats. Jihoon’s eyes scan the area quickly to see if he can spot your band, but he comes up short.

Soon the actual award show is starting and Jihoon doesn’t pay much attention to most of the awards, other than clapping when he should and noticing a few of his favorite artists when they come up in nominations or when they do their acceptance speeches.

When the time comes Jihoon gets up and goes backstage before their performance. He gets mic'd and then they’re being lined up to go out on stage. As much as Jihoon loves performing, he always finds it a bit strange to perform for people who aren’t Carats.

Jihoon does know that there is one Carat in the audience, so he dedicates his performance to you. The song goes too quickly for Jihoon’s liking and he thinks about how he can’t wait to be on stage with Carats again as soon as he can.

After their performance a few more awards are given, and Seventeen wins the award for the Best K-Pop and Joshua does all of the taking, as per usual.

Jihoon’s focus is lost again, until the announcer says a band name catches his attention.

“Next up to the stage with their hit single ‘Bruised Knees’: LADYKILLER!” The lights on the stage come up to reveal your band standing there.

Jihoon feels like a bit of a pervert from the way his cock twitches in his pants the second he lays eyes on you. You’re dressed in shiny black thigh high boots, a pleated mini skirt with a few chains and belts over it, and a button up shirt that only covers your shoulders and arms. Necklaces adorn your neck and dip down between your breasts that are out in the open. The only thing conserving any of your modesty is the silver star-shaped covers on your nipples. 

Attached to your body is your iconic bass guitar. It’s sleek in a dark blue color. The rest of your band gifted it to you right before your first tour. You look good with it. If Jihoon is being honest you look like sex on a stick and he’s doing everything in his power not to pop a boner right now.

You have a smirk on your face and Jihoon swears you’re staring directly at him. You continue to stare at Jihoon throughout the whole song, which is about rough sex and giving head, like most of LADYKILLER’s songs are about. The songs that you write.

The special thing about your song ‘Bruised Knees’ is that it’s sung by your lead singer, Luka, but also you, with you singing the second verse and the bridge and sharing the chorus with Luka. The rasp in your voice goes straight to Jihoon’s cock and he really hopes that you (or anyone else) can’t notice. 

You usually do backing vocals on the songs, but it’s rare for you to get your own part of the song and maybe Jihoon is biased but he definitely thinks you should sing more. Or maybe not because it’s really turning Jihoon on and he is in public and has a reputation to upkeep. 

When you’re done with your song you wink at Jihoon again and yeah, Jihoon really is screwed because how is it possible someone can look so good. 

By the end of the night your band wins both Best Alternative and Group of the Year. During both of your acceptance speeches Jihoon can’t pull his eyes away from you or the grin you have on your face.

When the award ceremony finally ends everyone is left to mingle. Most of Seventeen goes to greet some of the other K-Pop groups in attendance, but before Jihoon can join them, you’re approaching him with James in tow.

“Hey Woozi! Congrats on your award. This is my bandmate, James, he was wondering if he could meet Vernon?”

Before Jihoon can even respond, Vernon pipes up from behind him. “Yo! You’re James from LADYKILLER! Huge fan of your work man!” Vernon and James quickly engage in a conversation and Jihoon thinks it’s a little funny how similar the two are.

“Your performance was very good,” Jihoon tells you.

“Oh, wow, thanks! You guys too! I’ve seen videos of you guys performing, but seeing it live is a whole new experience. You guys are amazing.”

“Says the winner of Group of the Year.”

You scoff a bit embarrassed. You decide to change the topic. “Are you guys going to the after party?”

“After party?”

“Yeah. It’s basically an excuse for a bunch of musicians to get drunk together and do stupid shit. I’m only going because Tommy wanted to, but it would be cool to see you there. Your whole group too. No big deal if you don’t, but it would be nice to talk more.”

“Ah, yeah, maybe,” Jihoon says. He says maybe but he has already made up his mind that he is going to be there, even if he has to drag Vernon to go with him. There is no way he’s going to miss out on a chance to talk to you.

Vernon doesn’t take any dragging as he happily accepts to join, as it’s more chance for him to talk to the rest of your band. Joshua also decides to tag along with the promise to Seungcheol that no one’s going to get into any trouble.

Once inside the building, it’s clear this is a full on party. The air smells like alcohol and a wide variety of celebrities stand around talking to each other or dancing to the music. It doesn’t take long for James to find Jihoon, Vernon, and Joshua.

He shoots a smirk at Jihoon before telling him, “Y/N’s out on the balcony if you want to find her.” With that he leaves with Vernon and Joshua in tow. 

Jihoon isn’t sure how to take the interaction and if James is giving him a hint or not. Either way Jihoon slips through all of the bodies in the room before finding his way to the balcony. There are a few people milling around but it isn’t hard to find you.

You’re still in your outfit from earlier and you’re standing talking to another guy who’s very close to you. A cigarette is placed between your fingers and Jihoon stares as you wrap your lips around it to take a drag. The way the smoke leaves your lips and blows into the guy’s face is…quite sexy to Jihoon.

Your eyes flit away from the guy for a second and land on Jihoon. Your face lights up as soon as you see him and you quickly leave the guy to approach Jihoon. 

“Woozi! You came!” You smell like cigarette smoke and perfume and Jihoon has never been super into smoking, but the smell is intoxicating coming off of you.

“Jihoon,” Jihoon blurts out.

“What?”

“Call me Jihoon, please.”

You grin. “Okay Jihoon. Are you here alone?”

“Vernon and Joshua are here, but they’re talking to your band.”

“Ah, I see. Well then I guess you’re stuck here with me.” You send him a teasing smirk before taking another drag of your cigarette. The guy you were talking to earlier seems to realize you’re done with him and he shoots a glare at Jihoon before walking back into the building. 

You lean against the railing of the balcony and look at Jihoon with a sultry look. You look so damn good right now in your stage outfit with your cigarette placed between your fingers and the moonlight shining down on you. Jihoon is glad he’s outside because he’s already having trouble breathing and he’s sure it would be worse inside.

“So Jihoon,” you reach to grab his wrist and pull him closer, “what’s a big time K-Pop idol like you doing liking a nasty band like mine?” His skin tingles under the touch of your warm hand against his wrist and he wants to remember this feeling forever.

“I uhm…” Jihoon’s face is hot as he tries to figure out what to say to you. “I saw a video of you guys performing and I enjoyed it. I enjoy how you write all of your songs.”

“Oh? What video was it?” There’s a teasing tone to your voice and Jihoon knows what you’re insinuating. Yes, the video he watched did include you topless. But he swears that wasn’t what interested him. Before he can sputter out an answer, you laugh. “I’m teasing you. I’m well aware of the…allure of my band.” 

Jihoon wants to tell you that he thinks you’re more than just all of the sex appeal but before he can form the words he gets distracted. You’re staring at him intently, your eyes focused on his face. 

“Y/N?”

“Can I tell you a secret?” Jihoon nods. “It’s a little embarrassing to admit, but I kind of have a crush on you.”

Jihoon freezes. Did he hear that right? You, Y/N L/N, have a crush on Jihoon? 

“Ah, I knew that was weird to admit,” you mumble after Jihoon doesn’t respond. 

“No, no, I have a crush on you too!” Jihoon blurts out. 

“O-oh!”

“I’ve been so nervous every time you’ve talked to me,” Jihoon tells you. He’s still nervous. His heart feels like it’s about to burst out of his chest. 

“That’s…so flattering, oh my god. You’re just so talented and cool and pretty. You’re so pretty,” you say. 

Jihoon grins. “I think you’re prettier.” 

“I- I like that,” you whisper. “I’m really only called hot or sexy, so pretty is nice.” 

“You’re beautiful to me Y/N.” Jihoon reaches out to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear. “I think I’m going to die if I don’t kiss you right now.” 

You quickly stub out your cigarette before grabbing Jihoon’s hand. “Not here.” 

You pull him back inside and you two weave between people before going deeper into the building, away from the crowd. You and Jihoon find an empty hallway and you stop and face Jihoon. His hand is still clamped together with yours as you two stare at each other.

“You can uh, you can kiss me now,” you tell him in a soft voice.

“Okay.”

Jihoon hesitates, just for a second, before leaning in and capturing your lips with his. Jihoon swears that sparks fly the second your lips touch. The kiss starts out gentle but quickly becomes heated and Jihoon pushes you up against the wall, making you let out a low moan into Jihoon’s mouth.

Your fingers bury into the hair at the nape of Jihoon’s neck and you pull him closer. Your bodies are warm as they’re pressed together and Jihoon’s hands run all over your stomach, relishing in the feeling of your warm skin under his fingertips.

Jihoon swipes his tongue against your lips and you open up, letting Jihoon lick into your mouth. Your fingers tighten around Jihoon’s hair, pulling a bit, as you let out small whines from the back of your throat.

Jihoon isn’t usually one for hook-ups, but that doesn’t mean he’s completely inexperienced. He slots his knee between your legs and you automatically grind down against him. Jihoon can already feel the heat of your cunt against his leg and his cock stirs in his pants.

You two break away the kiss. You’re panting but Jihoon doesn’t take a break, leaning in to kiss at your neck. He sucks at the skin, trailing down your neck until your barrage of necklaces stops him. His hands slide up your torso to your exposed chest and he cups your tits. Jihoon kneads at your chest and you let out a soft sigh.

“How many times have you gotten off to pictures of my tits?”

Jihoon takes a shaky breath, “Too many times to count.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” you mumble. Your hips are still grinding down against his leg and Jihoon is sure his pant leg is wet by now. “Jihoon, I need you.”

Jihoon's cock is hard in his pants and he doesn't think he's ever been so needy before. Just as Jihoon is about to pull his cock out, his phone rings. Jihoon grabs his phone to dismiss the call, but then he sees it's from Joshua, along with about two dozen texts.

Jihoon groans and picks up the call. "What?"

"Where are you? Seungcheol says our manager is looking for us, we gotta get back right now."

"Right now?"

"Yes. Meet us at the front and if you're not there in three minutes I'm hunting you down."

The phone call ends and Jihoon sighs.

"Ah, you have to leave, don't you?" You ask.

"Yeah."

You look sad for a moment before you perk up. "How long are you guys in town?"

"A few more days. This is kind of a vacation for us."

"Great! Here." You grab Jihoon's phone out of his hand and quickly type something. "That's my number. Maybe we can meet up later in the week. Since you're blue balling me right now," you tease.

"Y-yeah, okay."

"See you later Jihoon." You press a quick kiss to his cheek. Jihoon bids you goodbye and makes his way to the front of the building, hoping Joshua and Vernon don’t notice the straining bulge in his pants.

The next day the rest of Seventeen are planning what they want to do, but Jihoon is texting you. He worries that it might be too soon to ask to see you today, since you just saw him yesterday, but you tell Jihoon you’d be more than happy to see him today.

You send Jihoon a text with an address and when Jihoon pulls it up in maps, it comes up with an apartment complex. Your apartment complex. Jihoon suddenly remembers that your band is New York City based. 

Jihoon is glad that you two will be out of the public eye, but the idea of being alone with you in your apartment drives Jihoon crazy. He really hopes you two can finish what you started last night. After all, you’re not the only one who got blue balled.

Jihoon ignores the rest of his member’s questions as he slips a cap and a mask on and leaves in one of the SUVs, giving the driver your address. Your apartment is closer to the outskirts of the city, but it’s a nicer building. Jihoon is sure that only people who have a lot of money can afford to live here, which makes Jihoon feel better about privacy concerns.

Jihoon puts in the code you gave him to get into the building and he makes his way to your apartment. When he knocks on the door you open it within a few seconds.

“Jihoon!” You grin wide at him. “Come in!”

Your apartment is nice. It’s large with lots of windows and modern interior design. 

“I feel underdressed,” Jihoon mutters. He’s in just sweats and a t-shirt.

“Don’t worry about that. I’m pretty underdressed as well.” You’re in a soft looking skirt and a tank top. You look really good. Jihoon has to look away when he notices you’re not wearing a bra, your nipples pebbling under the cloth of your shirt.

Jihoon knows why he asked you to hang out, but he feels too awkward to jump right into it. You seem to share the same sentiment as you move into the kitchen and grab two cans of coke out of your fridge, handing one to Jihoon. You two move into your living room area to the couch.

You have a few things scattered around and there’s pieces of sheet music all over your coffee table and couch.

“Sorry about that,” you tell him as you pick the papers up before sitting down. “Those are just songs I’m failing to write.”

“Failing?”

“Yeah. I can’t seem to finish them. I get ideas and then get caught up on stupid things,” you say with a shrug.

“I could look at them for you, if you want.” The words leave Jihoon’s mouth before he realizes what he’s saying. “Only if you want me to! I don’t want to overstep or-”

“No, that would be perfect! Could you? Let me get my bass!” You jump up and run into a room before emerging with your signature bass guitar. 

It’s even prettier up close and it looks loved but well taken care of. Jihoon’s gaze doesn’t falter as he watches you play. You yourself are lost in the music, focusing on playing and singing the parts of your song you have finished. Your fingers glide up and down the next of your guitar as you tap your foot against the ground to keep beat. With the sun shining through your open windows, you look beautiful like this. Completely in your element.

Jihoon has to remind himself of the task at hand and when he starts to really listen, he realizes it’s very different from the normal stuff your band does. It’s still just as explicit as your normal work, but it feels more raw and visceral. He brings it up when you’re done.

“Oh yeah, this is actually music for a solo project I’m working on,” you tell him. “I’m really not supposed to tell anyone, but I trust you Jihoon.” Yeah, his stomach does flutter a bit. “When I write I can usually just focus on all of the sexual stuff, but I’m trying to add in more emotions with it, but I’m kind of struggling a lot.” 

“What you have is good. Let me hear some of the other stuff you’re working on and we can go from there.”

That’s how you and Jihoon end up spending a good part of the day working on music together. Jihoon doesn’t mind though, he loves music and something about writing and composing with you feels right. Both of your minds work in different ways, but combined you are able to piece together the songs until they’re perfect.

It’s comfortable, being in your apartment with you, doing the thing he loves. It feels like you two have known each other a lot longer than two days. You two just…click and it makes Jihoon feel warm when he thinks about it.

“Jihoon, thank you so much for doing this for me,” you tell him after you two finish another song. “I know this probably isn’t what you expected to do today.”

“It’s okay, really. I’m really enjoying myself. I think I’d enjoy doing anything with you.”

“Jihoon,” you say softly. You’re staring at him again, with your alluring eyes that just draw Jihoon in. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” Jihoon breathes out and before he can even finish his breath, you’re leaning in. 

You cup Jihoon’s face, kissing him fiercely as you do. Jihoon nearly topples off the couch, but he grabs on to you, kissing you back. Your lips clash together as you do your best to taste each other as much as you can. As much as Jihoon loves song writing, he can’t deny that your songs are very sexually charged, and it’s definitely gotten him worked up in the hours he’s been here.

You two pull away panting, and you rest your forehead against Jihoon’s. “Do you want to…”

“Yes,” Jihoon nods, jostling your head as well. You grin and stand up, grabbing Jihoon’s hand to drag him behind you as you make your way to your bedroom, just like how you dragged him into the empty hallway last night. Hopefully today there won’t be any interruptions.

Once in the bedroom Jihoon grabs your waist and pulls you back into him, your lips crashing together. Your lips are so soft and Jihoon wants to kiss you forever. He reaches up to paw at your chest, feeling your pebbled nipple under his palm. He squeezes a bit too hard at one point and you gasp into Jihoon’s mouth and he decides he wants to get you to do that again.

Jihoon pushes you back until you fall onto the bed and he can crawl over you. He helps you tug off your tank top before leaning down to take one of your tits right into his mouth, his tongue and teeth gently playing with your nipple.

You squirm under his ministrations and Jihoon slots his thigh between your legs so you can grind against him like last time. You seem appreciative of the rough feeling of his knee against you as you roll your hips against him.

“J-Jihoon,” you moan. 

Your tits are slick with his saliva now and he tugs at your nipple with his teeth before releasing it. When he looks down at you he lets out a soft groan, his heavy cock stirring in his boxers. Your hair is already mussed a bit and your face looks warm as you stare up at him with soft eyes. Your bare chest is littered in forming purple and red marks and Jihoon watches as it rises and falls with your breaths. Jihoon can’t help but revel in the fact this is for him only. No fans or cameras or anything else to see you like this, bare and vulnerable.

Jihoon pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side, and he watches the way your eyes trail down his pale, chiseled torso. Your hands reach up for him and you pull him back down on top of you, his weight settling on your body. Your fingers trail up and down his bare skin, your mouth pressed hot and firm against his.

Your leg is thrown around Jihoon’s waist and he rolls his hips into yours, his hard cock brushing up against your wet core. You mewl into Jihoon’s mouth, your fingers digging into the muscles on his back.

“F-fuck Jihoon, please. Please touch me,” you beg, your voice high pitched and desperate, making it impossible to say no (not that Jihoon would).

Jihoon peels his body away from yours once more before hooking his fingers into your skirt and pulling it down your legs, leaving you in just your underwear. Jihoon nearly starts drooling when he sees the lacy, red panties hugging your hips. His fingers trail up your leg and he rubs a thumb over your hip bone against the rough fabric.

“I thought you said you were underdressed. You wore these just for me?”

You nod. “Thought you’d like them.”

“I do. Though, I think I’d like them better off.” With that he tugs the fabric down your legs as well, discarding them on your floor.

You gasp when Jihoon pushes your legs apart so he can get a better look at what’s between them. Your pussy is already shiny and slick with your arousal, begging to be filled by something. Jihoon reaches out and trails his fingertips against your puffy folds, prodding and rubbing in a way that’s nothing but teasing.

You squirm under Jihoon’s touch, but Jihoon just ignores you, too busy admiring how pretty your pussy looks right now. His fingers slip between your folds and dip down into your opening, only to pull back a second later. When his fingers emerge they’re covered in your arousal and he uses the slick to slide his fingers up your slit, catching on your clit. You intake a sharp breath as your body stiffens.

Jihoon grins and starts to rub your clit in gentle circles. Slow and almost lazily, his fingers go around and around with no real vigor. Jihoon can see the way your pussy is leaking, dripping down onto your bed. You’ve been letting out soft whines as Jihoon touches you, impatient for him to do more. 

After what probably feels like an eternity to you, Jihoon finally slips his fingers lower before pushing two right into you. Your cunt is well slicked up and greedily accepts the digits being slipped inside. Your walls are warm and soft around Jihoon’s fingers and he slowly drags his fingers out of you before slamming them back in. He juts his fingers in and out of you as he strokes your walls with his fingertips. 

To Jihoon it’s not much different than playing the piano the way his fingers move skillfully in precise ways to hit all the right places. In a way this is also like making music; the sound of your soft moans and pants filling the air, mixing with the slight squeak of your bed frame and the wet slap of his fingers sliding in and out of your cunt. It’s erotic and intimate and beautiful.

Below him, your body is shaking on the bed. Your fingers grasp at the sheets below you as your hips rut up into Jihoon’s palm. Jihoon’s whole hand is drenched now and his wrist is starting to ache, but he doesn’t dare stop.

“Fuck, fuck, Ji,” you mumble as your legs start to buck into the air. Jihoon pushes your hips down with his free hand and you let out a long moan as your walls clench down on Jihoon’s fingers as this thumb rapidly rubs at your clit.

Your hips roll against Jihoon’s hand for a few more seconds before your body relaxes into the bed. Jihoon stares down at you in awe. You grin up at him.

“That was…so good,” you say, still a bit breathless. “But…I think I need more. Fuck me, please?”

There is no way Jihoon is going to say no to a proposal like that. You direct him in the direction of your condom stash and Jihoon quickly shucks off his pants and boxers. He’s about to start rolling on the condom when he hears you gasp.

“You’re huge,” you say. When Jihoon looks up, you’re staring directly at his crotch. Jihoon’s aware is he…well endowed. His cock is about six inches long, but wide in girth. “Shit Jihoon, get in me right now.”

Jihoon chuckles and continues to roll on the condom before climbing back into the bed. He pushes you back against the mattress and leans down to kiss you. While your lips are still locked together he hikes one of your legs around his waist before lining himself up to your entrance. He rubs his head against your folds before finally pushing the tip in. 

Jihoon’s mouth breaks off of yours and he trails wet kisses down your neck to your chest where he latches onto one of your breasts. His hips rut into you, slowly shoving his fat cock into your desperate cunt as you dig your fingers into his triceps. 

Your walls hug him tightly and it makes his mind a bit fuzzy, his only focus being on you under him. Your scent floods Jihoon’s nose as he buries his face into your tits and he wants nothing more than to eat you whole. He mouths at your peaked nipples, nipping and licking everywhere he can, marking you with his love bites.

Jihoon swears he’s the luckiest man in the world, being able to lay here in your bed, marking up your tits. How many photos has he seen of them? How many people has he seen thirsting over you because of them? And here he is, being able to devour them all for himself.

Inside of you, his cock pounds at your walls, stretching you open. The rhythm Jihoon set is quick, but not brutal, and the drag of his cock in and out of you leaves both of you with a pleasured feeling coursing through your bodies.

“God, you’re so hot,” you moan out. “Used to dream about moments like this. I would watch compilations of you grinding on the floor to the Good to Me choreo.”

The words send a flush to Jihoon’s already warm face. He’s not sure if he should be embarrassed or find that incredibly hot. Maybe a bit of both. All he knows is that he’ll never be able to think of that song the same anymore.

Everything about you is intoxicating to the idol. Particularly in this moment though, the way you keep whimpering his name is driving him mad. Jihoon’s grip on your hips tightens as he rocks into you harder, his cock slamming into your sweet spot, making you cry out even harder.

Jihoon can feel his balls get heavier, ready to cum. He latches his mouth onto your neck and sucks hard as his fingers flit down to rapidly play with your clit. He’s hoping to get you to finish before him, but his orgasm hits him by surprise and his hips are stuttering as he releases his load into the condom. He doesn’t dare stop fucking into you though, even after he’s milked himself dry with your pussy. Jihoon doesn’t let himself rest until your body is shaking under him, your cunt clenching down as your nails dig into Jihoon’s skin. 

When you’re finally coming down from your high, Jihoon gently pulls out of you before tying off the condom and throwing it in the trash. He flops down on the bed next to you and you cuddle right into his side, pressing a kiss right to his pec.

He reaches up to rub his hand up and down your back as you two lay there in silence, pressing kisses to each other’s bare skin.

Jihoon isn’t sure how long you two stay like that, until your kisses get a bit more meaningful and suddenly Jihoon is pinning you against the bed. His cock is already half hard again and it doesn’t take much to get it to full mast.

Your second round is softer, but just as intense. There’s a more romantic passion behind Jihoon’s motions as he takes his time getting you both off. Sensual kisses are traded as you and Jihoon whisper praises back and forth.

Halfway through fucking you Jihoon has the fleeting thought that he doesn’t want this to end. You both end up cumming together, your names falling off of each other’s lips with your foreheads pressed together. It’s oddly adorable and it takes Jihoon longer to pull out of you, completely content to keep his cock in you as you two lay cuddled in your bed.

When Jihoon finally does get up to discard the used condom and get something to clean you up, the sun is starting to set and Jihoon curses. When he checks his phone, his predictions are proved right at the sight of the numerous texts from their manager and Seungcheol.

You seem to realize this as well when Jihoon walks back to the bed and starts to get dressed.

“Do you really have to leave?” You look up at Jihoon. You look so cozy, cuddled up in bed, still naked. It really makes Jihoon want to stay and jump back in bed and tangle himself up with you again.

“Yeah, they need me back at the hotel,” he says instead, a bit discouraged as well.

“You’re in town for a few more days right?”

“Yeah, until Sunday.”

You reach out and grab Jihoon’s hand, pulling him to sit on the bed. You sit up as well, curling your bare body around his clothed form. You press a kiss to his ear.

“If you find the time, you should come to my concert on Friday.” Sleep laces your voice as you talk to Jihoon. Your body is warm pressed against him and Jihoon has never been more tempted to ignore his manager in his life. “We’re having a pop up concert to celebrate our fifth anniversary. I can get you seats in our VIP sections so no one would see you. I’ll text you the details but don’t feel pressured to come. Just, if you and your band want to do something fun, I can get the tickets.”

Jihoon nods. “Yeah, okay. I’ll be there.”

“Good.” Jihoon turns to face you and you press a quick kiss to his lips. “I’ll see you then. I’d walk you out but…” You gesture to your undressed form and Jihoon laughs.

“See you Friday. Sleep well Y/N.” Jihoon presses one final kiss to your lips before leaving your apartment, already missing you by the time he walks out the door.

The rest of the week Jihoon can’t do anything but wait for Friday, excited for your concert. He can’t wait to hear your band play live again, but mostly he can’t wait to see you again. You’ve been plaguing his mind since he last saw you, and it’s not just the sex. Jihoon can’t deny the pure, unbridled chemistry between you two and it makes his heart thump in his chest.

When Jihoon brings up the idea to his members about going to see your concert they all say it could be fun and Jihoon sends you a text affirming their attendance. Jihoon thinks it’s a little silly, his group of K-Pop idols going to go see your very explicit rock band perform.

When Friday comes Jihoon takes his time dressing up and he tries not to hit Soonyoung when he points it out. 

The concert starts at around 8:00pm and doors open an hour earlier than that, but you told Jihoon to arrive a bit earlier so it would be less obvious to spot them going in. When the boys get there a quarter after 6:00, they are ushered in through the back doors.

Backstage hands are bustling around and there are a few people shouting at each other. The venue space is nice, but not too big. From what Jihoon saw online, it’s a pretty exclusive concert to see live, but tickets were sold for online streaming as well.

The boys are shown to their seats in a balcony room with glass covering one of the walls so they can see the stage. It seems to have some kind of film on the other side so they can see out, but nobody can see in.

“Wah, this is nice,” Seokmin says as he looks around the room.

“And for free too, Jihoonie hooked us up well,” Seungcheol adds. “This Y/N girl must like you a lot.”

Jihoon can feel his ears heating up. “Yah, all of you shut up.”

He turns away from his members, too embarrassed to continue the conversation. Jihoon does have to admit, you really are doing a lot giving free tickets to the thirteen men on such a short notice, and to get them into such a nice room.

When the doors open, Jihoon watches as your fans flood into the room. He can hear the chatter of everyone and he smiles at how excited all of your fans are to see you. The whole place packs up soon as everyone waits impatiently for the show to start.

Then the time hits and everyone is screaming as your band walks onto the stage. Jihoon’s eyes automatically fall to your figure and his heart beats against his ribcage. You’ve got a wide smile on your face as you strap your bass onto your body and walk up to your mic.

“Let’s make some noise!” Luka shouts into the mic and everyone erupts into applause. “Welcome to our 5th anniversary pop up concert, we are LADYKILLER, and tonight, we’re gonna have a good time. We’ll be keeping this casual tonight so get comfortable, get hype, and enjoy this first song.” 

Jihoon’s eyes trail up and down your figure as your fingers fly over the strings of your bass. You’re dressed in a black leather boots, a short black denim skirt, and a silky white tank top lined with black lace. Your top looks closer to lingerie than an actual shirt and Jihoon can tell once again you’re not wearing a bra underneath.

You didn’t bother covering the hickies Jihoon left all over your chest and Jihoon feels his face heat up. The dark purple marks are scattered all over your bare skin and even though he’s a bit mortified, he’s also a bit proud.

Jihoon’s not the only one who notices the hickeys and he can feel his members send him suggestive looks as they watch the performance. Jihoon does his best to ignore them and focus on the band playing.

Jihoon admires how good you look up on stage. You really know how to work the crowd and you’re nothing short of mesmerizing to Jihoon. Every video he’s seen of you on stage doesn’t nearly do the real thing justice. After the first four songs your band stops the setlist to do some fan interaction.

“Y/N!” Someone calls from the audience. “Who gave you those hickeys!” 

Jihoon wants to die as his members start to howl in their booth and Jihoon hopes that it’s sound proof. You just laugh along.

“Ah, these? They’re pretty aren’t they?” You run your fingers over your clavicle. “Now for who gave them to me…it’s not very nice of me to kiss and tell is it? But who knows? Maybe the perpetrator is sitting in this very room right now.” You wink at the audience and everyone goes crazy, screaming at your words.

The concert is fun, with lots of crowd interactions as you guys answer questions and give your own anecdotes from the past five years. You guys even tease your next album, sending the crowd into a frenzy when they see the teaser for one of the music videos.

It isn’t until closer to the end of the concert that Jihoon starts to have a real problem. In one of your most popular songs there’s a wicked bass solo that consists of you playing for two minutes straight and it’s one of the reasons why you are one of the more popular members of your group (on top of well…you know). Normally Jihoon would be entranced by the skillful way you play your instrument, putting your whole heart and soul into your solo, but today he can’t focus on anything other than the way you look.

You look sultry as you smirk out at the audience. At one point your eyes flit up to where Jihoon is sitting and you wink and Jihoon thinks he might pass out from how sexy you look right now. You put your whole body into playing and when you bend over, Jihoon can see your bare tits hanging freely in the air and he has to shift around to adjust his growing hard on. He doesn’t know if he should worship or despise whoever your stylist is.

Behind him, he can hear Jeonghan and Joshua snickering. Jihoon does his best to think about anything that will get his semi-hard cock to go down, but unfortunately for him the last song in your set list is hands down the most sexually charged. 

As soon as the opening notes are heard, the whole atmosphere of the room changes. The lights dim as red accent lights bask the stage. Jihoon can’t peel his eyes away from you as you move with the music, your hips swaying along in a hypnotizing way.

He gasps a bit when Luka comes up behind you and grabs your hips, practically grinding on you as he sways with you. His hands travel up your sides and he brushes his fingertips over the upper part of your chest. When his hands move back down, this time they’re pressed to your front, dragging over your tits and down your stomach before he finally pulls away.

The whole time the crowd is hooked, and so is Jihoon. He’s a bit jealous that someone else is touching you in such an intimate way, but he knows it’s nothing but fan service, so he instead focused on how incredibly erotic he finds the moment, imagining he’s the one touching you instead.

After the song is finished your band thanks the audience before exiting the stage. The whole room is still buzzing with energy as they start to exit and Jihoon’s members seem to be hyped up as well.

“I see why you like them Jihoon,” Mingyu says and Jeonghan snorts.

“I can too.”

Jihoon groans but thankfully he’s saved when someone comes to retrieve them and guide them to the backstage area where your band is standing. You’re leaning against an audio case, drinking a bottle of water. Your body is shining with the post concert glow Jihoon is so familiar with. Jihoon is lost staring at you when a voice grabs his attention.

“Hey Y/N, isn’t that your boyfriend?” It’s Tommy who says this as he glances over to where Jihoon and the rest of Seventeen stands. Jihoon tries not to get flustered over his choice of words.

When you look over to where Tommy is motioning, your face instantly lights up at the sight of Jihoon. You stand up and cross the stage quickly before drawing Jihoon into a hug. “Jihoon!”

Jihoon snakes his arms around you and hugs you back. Your body is still warm from performing on stage and you feel nice pressed up against him. “Hi Y/N.”

“I missed you,” you whisper in his ear, just soft enough that only he can hear. His heart flutters at the words.

“Yo!” At the loud shouting you and Jihoon pull apart, just in time to see Vernon and James engage in a bro hug. You giggle at the two boys and Jihoon realizes that your hand has moved to hold onto his tightly.

The rest of your band is walking over and Tommy and Luka greet Vernon and Joshua. While everyone makes conversation you squeeze Jihoon’s hand and pull him away. He follows after, figuring his boys will be occupied with your boys for a while.

You pull Jihoon away from the backstage area and into your dressing room. It’s nice and large with a plush looking couch pushed against one wall. As soon as you close the door of your room you’re pushing Jihoon onto the couch and climbing on top of him, placing a leg on either side of his thick thighs. Automatically Jihoon’s hands fly up to hold your waist.

Your own hands cup Jihoon’s face as you kiss him softly. He kisses you back, soft and sweet. When you pull away from him, you wrap your arms around his neck, cuddling into his body.

“I’m so happy to see you.”

Jihoon is almost relieved to hear those words. The whole week he questioned if he was weird to miss you so much after only meeting twice. He likes knowing you feel the same.

“I’m happy to see you too. You looked great up there.” As he talks to you his hands rub up and down your sides, enjoying the silky feeling of your shirt under his palms.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Really great.” Jihoon shifts under you a bit, hoping you get the message. You obviously do when you giggle and lean down, pressing your mouth to his ear.

“You know Ji, I’m always so horny after performing. Help a girl out?”

Jihoon nods frantically and then before he can even blink your mouth is pressed up against his in a hot, wet kiss. Your fingers grasp the back of his neck, pulling him towards you and he wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you close to him. Jihoon can’t help but love the feeling of being able to have you like this again. You two fit together nicely and Jihoon wants to keep you in his lap forever.

Your thighs are tightly locked around his waist as you grind down on his crotch. Jihoon’s arms tighten around you even more as he bucks up into you. He’s been trying to keep his boner at bay but now that he has you all alone, he can stop caring. He rubs himself up against your warm core, already wet through your panties.

Something about the way you so easily fall apart in Jihoon’s arms drives him particularly mad. The soft whimpers that leave the back of your throat as you grasp at him more and more desperately. When Jihoon pulls away to catch his breath your lips are trailing after his, not quite wanting to let him go soon. Maybe Jihoon likes it because he’s just as obsessed with you as you are with him. He leans down to press open mouthed kisses to your throat and you giggle as he does.

“Didn’t even bother hiding them,” Jihoon mutters, his fingers trailing across the old bruises splayed across your chest.

“I wanted to show them off! You did such a pretty job.” You shake your chest a bit to show them off more, but Jihoon can only focus on the jiggle of your tits in his face. Jihoon dives down, his tongue laving right over them.

He can taste the salt of your sweat on your skin and it’s oddly intoxicating mixed with the scent of your expensive perfume and your weight pressing down on him. His cock is aching in his pants now, begging to find release.

You seem to realize this as you pull away from Jihoon and slip off his lap and onto the floor. The sight of you on your knees in front of Jihoon is nearly enough to make him cum on the spot. You look up at him with big pleading eyes and Jihoon forces himself to burn the image into his memory.

“Ji,” you whine, “lemme suck you. Please. You look so good tonight, I need your cock between my lips.”

Jihoon’s in a pair of blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a leather jacket. It’s not much but he’s aware he looks good in the get up. He’s glad you’ve noticed as well. Jihoon internally gloats that while Soonyoung might of made fun of him, he’s the one getting his dick wet right now.

Jihoon shifts his hips a bit to signal you to go ahead and you dive right in, unzipping his pants and taking his cock out. It springs out of its constraints, heavy and hard as you hold it in your grasp. Without breaking eye contact with Jihoon you lean down and wrap your lips around the tip, sucking gently.

Jihoon takes an unsteady breath, not sure how long he’ll be able to hold out. He’s never wanted to cum as badly as he does now, watching the sight of your warm, soft lips on his thick, red cock head. Jihoon feels your tongue press up against his sensitive tip, lapping at where his precum has started to pearl, and he shudders.

He has to stop himself from grabbing your head and shoving it down his length. Instead he digs his fingers into the couch cushions next to him and goes his best not to thrust up into your mouth. You must sense Jihoon’s eagerness though, as you stop your coy act and widen your jaw, taking more of him in you. You bob your head up and down, your lips and tongue dragging against his cock, shooting pleasure through Jihoon’s body.

The sounds your mouth makes are the lewdest noises Jihoon has ever heard and he gets a picture to match it as he stares down at you. Your hands are wrapped around his length where your mouth can’t reach and your eyes are closed, focused on getting Jihoon off.

Your mouth and hands are skilled as you quickly work Jihoon to his high. You suck particularly hard at his tip and without much warning he’s bucking up into your throat, spilling his seed into you. Jihoon almost cums a second time just from watching you swallow down the load he gave you.

When you’re done swallowing, you open your mouth for Jihoon to see you took all of it and Jihoon can’t help himself from grabbing your jaw and running his thumb across your bottom lip before pushing it into your mouth. You automatically wrap your lips around it, sucking on it just like you did with his cock a few seconds ago. When you finally pop the digit out of your mouth, Jihoon’s cock is already starting to stir again.

Jihoon is aware you’ve probably done a lot of hooks up before. You’re a rockstar who writes songs about sex, of course you have to get your inspiration from somewhere. Still, the thought makes Jihoon a bit jealous and he has to push it down in turn to watch you start to strip for him.

You start with your top, easily tugging it over your head and tossing it to the side. Your tits are just as perfect as Jihoon remembers them. Jihoon stands up from the couch, his dick still hanging out of his jeans, as he crosses to where you’re standing. Without saying a word he reaches out and gropes your tits in his palms. As his fingers knead at your breasts, he leans in, connecting your lips together.

You let out a hiss that turns into a moan as Jihoon pinches your left nipple hard. Your hands scramble to push Jihoon’s jacket off his shoulders, the article of clothing falling to the ground with your discarded shirt.

His shirt is the next to go and Jihoon lets out a dissatisfied grunt when he has to pull his mouth away from yours. He’s not too upset by it though, because now he gets to feel your tits press up against his own chest. Both of your bodies are on fire and the actual heat of your dressing room isn’t helping either, suffocating his thoughts so the only thing on his mind is you and your pretty little cunt.

Speaking of your pretty little cunt, Jihoon’s fingers work frantically at the buttons of your skirt so he can have better access to it. He pushes your skirt down your hips and grabs one of your thighs, wrapping it around his waist so he can grind his dripping cock against your drenched panties. He groans against your shoulder when he feels the rough fabric of the lace against his tip.

Jihoon steps back from you to take off the rest of his clothes and he gets a good look at you then. Your lips are dark and swollen from how aggressively you two have been kissing and your chest is already starting to sprout new bruises from Jihoon’s relentless attacks on the soft skin. You’ve also shed your last layer and Jihoon gets a good look at your needy pussy.

Jihoon lets out a long exhale, his body screaming at him to fuck you.

He’s about to when he comes to a realization, causing him to curse softly. He doesn’t have a condom. He tells you that.

“Doesn't matter,” you tell him. “I’m on the pill and I’m 100% clean. Condoms were just a secondary precaution, but I need you in me now. Please Jihoon, just fuck me.” 

The thought sends Jihoon off. You just gave him permission to fuck you raw. The thought of your warm, wet walls wrapped around Jihoon’s cock without any barriers has Jihoon grabbing you and bending you over right there. You yelp a bit at being thrown around, but it quickly turns into a moan when you feel Jihoon grind up against your exposed folds.

“Ah~ Jihoon, please,” you beg. You sound so needy that Jihoon has no choice but to shove his cock into you. Your walls wrap around him desperately as he pushes into you. The fit is tight and Jihoon has to take a shaky breath before he starts to ram into you.

He can tell his cock is still just a bit too girthy for you from the way you whine every time he re-enters you. He slides his hand up your spine to between your shoulder blades and he presses down, pushing you into the couch cushions. 

Jihoon feels like he’s in a porno with the way he’s fucking you. When he glances to where your bodies are connected, a creamy ring has started to form around his base from your pussy. The recoil of your ass as he thrusts into you is hypnotizing and he has to pull his eyes away not to get too distracted. He slides his hand up further and into your hair, pulling back to lift your head off the couch.

Jihoon can’t believe he gets to be here with you like this again, his cock digging deep into your sweet cunt. His fingers tug at your hair a bit harder and your walls clench down around him, sending Jihoon’s brain and dick into a frenzy. 

“You like that jagiya?”

“Yes, yes, fuck Jihoon. I love it. Love your big fat cock and your strong hands and your sexy voice,” you ramble on, your voice tense and labored, taking breaks between your words just to catch your breath. 

Jihoon’s free hand lifts up off your hip, only to go flying back down against your ass, resounding in a loud slap echoing through the room mixed with your moan. Your ass is red when he pulls his hand back and Jihoon does it twice more before smiling, satisfied with the way it seemed to turn your brain off even more.

You look so pretty under him, sharing your pleasure with Jihoon as he uses your body to get himself off. When Jihoon glances at your face, your eyes are closed shut, tears spilling down your cheeks as a line of drool connects from your mouth to the couch. Jihoon’s stomach tightens as he watches you and he knows he’s close.

“Shit, Y/N,” Jihoon growls out as a warning before he’s pressing his hips flush against your, releasing his load straight into your pussy. At the feeling of his cum shooting into you, you cry out, your walls clenching down on him, pulsating.

Jihoon is panting as he pulls out of you, him cum spilling out along with it. His cum slides to the floor in thick globs and you groan at the feeling of it exiting your pussy. With shaky legs you stand up, clinging to Jihoon for support as you pull him into a kiss. Your mouths and teeth clash together, but it doesn’t matter because your lips are tangling together and Jihoon can taste you against his tongue and for now that subdues the urge to devour you.

Despite both of you just cumming, neither of you give yourselves time to rest. You push Jihoon back onto the couch before climbing into his lap again. Only this time, you line yourself back up with his cock before sinking down on him. His cock is still hard and he’s still terribly turned on so he’s not complaining. He’s grateful for his idol stamina or else he’s not sure he would be able to keep up with your insatiable desires.

“Shit, you’re still so tight,” Jihoon grunts. “Your cunt is perfect for my cock. So good for me.”

His grip on your hips is tight, probably too tight, but he can’t be bothered to care when your head is thrown back and the nastiest sounds are leaving your lips. Your tits bounce freely in his face as you fuck yourself on his lap and Jihoon can’t do anything other than stare in awe at them, enjoying the show.

“God Jihoon, you feel so good in me,” you cry out. Your fingers are perched on his shoulders, your fingers digging into the muscle so you can anchor yourself better.

As you bounce up and down on Jihoon’s cock, more of his cum pushes out of your cunt and drips onto Jihoon’s lap along with all of the slick your pussy is producing. Jihoon wants to cum in you again, already obsessed with filling up your tight cunt with his seed. 

His hands travel up your body and he gropes your tits harshly, pinch the nipples and scraping his teeth over your sensitive buds. You look like you’re about to ascend to heaven as you roll your eyes back into your head, moaning like your life depends on it.

It’s enough to get Jihoon desperate to go over the edge and he wraps his arms around your hips before pulling your body against his. You press your weight against his body, your legs giving out on you, as Jihoon starts to buck up into your sweet cunt. He’s sure the pressure is brutal inside of you, leaving you with a bruised cervix for later, but Jihoon only has one focus right now so he can’t bother being nice. He buries his face in your neck, doing everything to reach his high.

You seem to reach yours first, your body trembling in his grip as you trap his cock in a vice grip. This is enough to finally get Jihoon to cum for a third time tonight, spilling it all into your pussy again.

Jihoon’s body is sweaty and hot and he’s exhausted as he slumps back against the couch, out of breath with no thoughts in his mind. You don’t look much better as you drop your body on top of his, your eyes closing as you nuzzle your head against his chest.

Neither of you say anything for a while, just doing your best to regain your bearings and enjoy the feeling of your bodies sandwiched together. At some point Jihoon’s now flaccid cock slips out of you, but you don’t get off his lap yet. 

When you two do finally pull apart Jihoon is still feeling a bit light headed but he’s at least back down on Earth as he kisses your tear stained cheeks, rubbing your back.

“How are you feeling?”

“Good, very good,” you tell him. “Just…very tired now.”

Jihoon chuckles and stands up to grab a water bottle from the mini fridge sitting to the side of the room. You take it and chug the whole thing down. While you do that Jihoon looks around the room for something to clean you both up with. There’s a box of tissues sitting on your vanity and he grabs that and starts to wipe himself down before doing the same to you. It’s not the best clean up he’s ever done, but it’s the best he can do for now.

Jihoon finds his clothes and puts his boxers back on before crawling back onto the couch next to you. You lean against him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“You’re cute, you know that?” You mumble into Jihoon’s collarbone. “Right before you were gonna cum, you started mumbling in Korean.”

Jihoon flushes. He didn’t even know he was talking, let alone in Korean.

He settles on saying, “Your moans are cuter though.”

You stay silent for a moment before speaking up again, your voice more somber this time. “You’re leaving soon right?”

“Yeah, Sunday morning, so in two days.”

You snuggle a bit closer into Jihoon. “Would it be ridiculous to say I think I’ve gotten attached to you.”

Jihoon huffs out a laugh. “Not ridiculous, I think I feel the same.”

The truth is, Jihoon has gotten attached to you, even after only two days of interaction. There’s something so alluring about you that draws Jihoon in. Just like a siren calling a fisherman, you’ve drawn him in and it’s only due time before he crashes.

Your presence is comfortable and everything feels natural with you, it feels right. Jihoon doesn’t want it to end. He wants to store you away in his suitcase and bring you back to Korea with him. Everyday he’d get to wake up next to you, your pretty smile being the first thing he sees when he opens his eyes. You two would spend your days making music and cuddling on the couch. Then at the end of the day Jihoon would be able to press you into the mattress and have his way with you, enjoying the taste of you lingering in his mouth and soaking up every pretty sound he pulls from your lips.

But, he can’t. He has to leave you here, thousands of miles away from him, with a thirteen hour time difference from New York to Seoul. Not to mention you have your own careers and Jihoon is well aware of the time and effort his own takes. The Carats absolutely wouldn’t have it if it was revealed he has a girlfriend, who he was living with. Especially one with your public image. They would rip you to shred.

But god does Jihoon wish it would work out.

“Hey,” you say softly. Your finger is tracing patterns against his chest. “Would you maybe…want to spend the night at my place?”

Jihoon looks down at you and nods. He doesn’t care if his managers are going to kill him, he’s going to spend as much time with you as he can before he leaves. He shoots a quick message to his members who promise they’ll cover for him and then before he knows it he’s being driven to your apartment.

When you two get into your unit you order food for the two of you and then you fall asleep in Jihoon’s arms when you’re done eating. It’s painfully domestic and Jihoon holds you the whole night, afraid to let you go.

In the morning, when you wake up, Jihoon bombards you with a barrage of kisses and you giggle as you pull Jihoon’s body even closer to yours. It doesn’t take long to get both of you riled up, leading to your clothes strewn on the floor as Jihoon sinks himself into you once more.

That’s how you two spend the rest of your day, limbs tangled together, making love as Jihoon does his best to burn the feeling of your bare body pressing against him into his memory.

His head is currently shoved between your thighs, suffocating in your drenched pussy. You’ve had his thigh, fingers, and cock once but Jihoon is determined to get you off at least five times today. For now he’s taking his time though. His mouth moves slowly, teasing you so you get unbearably needy for Jihoon to give you more.

His tongue drags through your folds, collecting your slick and swallowing it down. Between the taste of your arousal, the sweet smell of your cunt, and the feel of your pussy on his tongue, Jihoon’s mind is muddled with a lust induced haze and Jihoon wonders if this is what it feels like to get high.

Jihoon’s plump lips wrap around your clit and he sucks on it gently, just enough to stimulate you but not enough to actually do anything. You squirm and whine and tug at Jihoon’s hair, but he ignores your attempts to get him to do more, content with driving you crazy for now.

Your legs squeeze tight around Jihoon’s neck, pulling him even further into your cunt. Your thighs are like earmuffs over his ears, cutting off his last sense so there’s nothing but you. Jihoon ruts his hips into the mattress under him, his own cock leaking and hard. He has a bit more resolve than you though, and he clamps his thick hands on your thighs, prying them apart once more.

“Please Jihoon,” you beg. “I need more.”

Jihoon pretends he can’t hear you as drags his lips to kiss over your folds like he’s making out with your pussy. He does this a few more times before moving his mouth off your core completely, turning his head so he can suck marks into your thighs. 

“Jihoon,” your voice sounds genuinely desperate, like if Jihoon doesn’t do anything you’ll actually combust. This is what Jihoon has been waiting for and he tightens his grip on you before diving straight into your cunt.

His motions have purpose behind them now as he licks at your sopping cunt. His nose bumps against your clit as his tongue flick back and forth over your hole. Your body is now trembling under him as you cry out in pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, Jihoon, shit.” The words tumble out of your mouth as your legs shake around his head. He keeps eating your pussy out until your body goes limp.

He’s a bit surprised you came so fast, but he guesses you were pretty worked up from all of the teasing. And the previous orgasms.

Jihoon’s only cum once though, compared to the four times you have, and he’s not going to let you rest until he gets his second in. He picks himself up from between your legs and climbs over your body. He kisses up your torso, stopping at your tits for a moment, before finally making his way to your lips.

He kisses you hard and fierce, too impatient to be soft at the moment. You moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue. Your hips buck up into him when you feel his cock drag over your slit, his precum spreading against your folds. Jihoon is sure he could get off just like this, rubbing your pussy on his cock, and if he was just a tad bit more desperate he would, but he’s still slightly level headed enough to make the decision he wants to cum inside of you.

Jihoon spreads your legs wide before sheathing himself right into you. Your cunt allows him in easily, slick and stretched out from all of Jihoon’s previous efforts. His pubes brush up against your clit as he bottoms out in one go.

You let out a weak moan as Jihoon lets out his own deep sigh. Your walls are warm and soft around his aching dick and Jihoon imagines this is exactly what heaven feels like. As much as Jihoon would like to take his time with you, he’s already done that earlier and while teasing you, he got himself a bit too worked up as well. 

Jihoon doesn’t waste time, plunging his cock in and out of your cunt. His cock hits deeper and harder into you each time, slamming into your plush walls. The noises you make make Jihoon want to fuck you even harder and he grabs your legs and pushes them up against your chest, exposing your cunt to him even more. The change in angle has his tip digging into a new place, making you moan even louder.

“Ji, Ji, Ji,” you chant as the man in question continues to slam his hips into yours. Jihoon groans as he looks down at you, his hands pushing down against your legs to keep them in place, folding you in half. 

“So pretty,” Jihoon grunts. “My pretty baby feels good from my cock?”

“Yes, yes, so much. Feels soooo good Jihoon.” You’re babbling at this point, barely coherent from the pleasure you feel. The thought makes Jihoon smirk, gaining the urge to drive you completely for the edge. 

One of his hands releases your legs and moves up to your neck, clamping around it. His fingers squeeze firmly and you gasp a bit. He feels your cunt tighten around him, causing him to squeeze even harder. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you throw your head back against your pillow.

Your skin is burning under Jihoon’s palm and he can feel the way your neck muscles move under his fingertips from the way you’re doing your best to let out strangled moans. Your body is already spent from the past four orgasms he’s given you, but he’s still not going to go easy on you. 

He wants you crying from his cock. Coming undone again and again and again until you can’t remember anything other than Jihoon. Nobody will ever be able to be as good as him and every time you go to write a new song, you think of him and this moment.

Your pussy keeps clenching down around him and Jihoon closes his eyes, trying to drag this out even more. He knows he won’t last much longer though. The warmth of the room combined with the warmth of your body has his own skin heating up, fogging up his brain. 

Jihoon feels your hand wrap around his wrist, pulling his fingers off your neck and moving them so they slip into your mouth. You suck on the digits, swirling your tongue around them, your taste buds pressing against his pads and that’s all it takes to send Jihoon over the edge. He cums deep into you, his cum shooting against your cervix.

Jihoon’s hips don’t stop though, pounding brutally into you, milking himself with your cunt. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and slips them between your bodies, flicking and rubbing at your clit furiously. It isn’t until he feels you tense up under him, that he finally pulls his dick out of you. As soon as he does, the flood gates are broken and your cunt is spraying your juices all over the bed and Jihoon. 

The idol watches the way your pussy pulsates when you’re done squirting. You look completely wrecked and ready to pass out and Jihoon sees that as a job well done. Your leg keeps twitching every so often and Jihoon reaches over and massages it.

You whine a bit at his touch but don’t pull away. “‘M so sensitive.”

“You did so good for me,” Jihoon coos. 

When Jihoon is sure that you’re not going to pass out he gets up and pads into the kitchen to get you a glass of water. When he gets back to the room he finds that you’ve rolled out of the wet spot you made and are now sitting up.

You take the water from him and chug it down before making a feeble attempt to stand up. Your legs shake a bit and Jihoon has to steady you. He helps you to the bathroom where he draws you a bath and moves back to your room to change out the sheets.

When you get out of your bath you crawl back into the freshly changed bed where Jihoon is laying waiting. You don’t hesitate to snuggle down into his arms.

“I don’t want you to leave,” you admit in a small voice.

Jihoon sighs. He doesn’t want to leave either.

“I know that it’s unreasonable to do long distance,” you continue, “and that we both have busy schedules but, I’d really like it if we kept in touch. Then maybe the next time you’re in America, or if I go to Korea, we could meet up again.”

Jihoon kisses the top of your head. “I’d really like that too.”

In reality, Jihoon isn’t sure what’s going to happen. He’d like to think that you guys will keep in touch because he really hopes you do and for once he’s letting himself be an optimist. It’s not exactly like he’ll be able to forget about you anyway, so it’s better to keep a place open for you in his heart.

Jihoon holds you tight until he no longer can and he leaves you once more with nothing but a kiss and a promise to text you. His heart aches in a way he didn’t know was possible as he boards the plane to fly back home to Korea. Just another reason for Jihoon to hate flying.

This time Vernon sits next to him and the younger holds an earbud out to him. Jihoon slips it into his ear and the sound of a familiar bass solo floods his mind. Jihoon sends a grateful look at his dongsaeng, letting your playing soothe his heart. 

By the time the song ends Jihoon’s head is filled with ideas for songs about you and his heart is warm with a feeling that everything is going to work out in the end.

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"Did you hear who's going to be featured on LADYKILLER's new track?"

"No, who?"

"Woozi and Vernon from Seventeen."

"Damn, I already know it's gonna be good. I mean, Y/N and Woozi? Sounds like a match made in heaven."

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Inkbound

Chapter 4

Pairings:Kim Taehyung x OC x Jeon Jungkook

(A short chapter)

Warning: This story is a work of fanfiction and is purely a product of the author's imagination. It does not depict any real-life events or individuals. While some characters may be inspired by real-life idols, their portrayal in this story is fictional and not representative of their true selves. Please note that this story may contain triggering content, including themes of abuse, gore, murder, humiliation, bullying, rape, and other mature and dark themes. Reader discretion is advised, especially for those under the age of 18. If you are uncomfortable with such content, it is recommended to refrain from reading and kindly disregard this story.

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"Thank you for joining us."

Jungkook's mother, Ella, expressed her gratitude to the new guest who arrived, with her husband, Jeon Ji-Sook beside her. Ji-Sook wore a bright smile as he interacted with the guests at their son's birthday celebration.

But then Ella turned abruptly to her husband, who passed on the gifts to the guard behind him. An expression of displeasure crossed her face.

"Where is he? He should be here greeting the guests!" Ella whispered sharply at Ji-Sook, who paused and scanned the room before catching the eye of his assistant, prompting the assistant to hurry over.

"Where is he?" Ji-Sook's tone was icy, making the assistant gulp nervously. Witnessing Ji-Sook's imposing presence, it was no wonder their son inherited his commanding aura.

Ji-Sook, a highly successful businessman alongside Kim Jungmin of the Kim Empire, was renowned not only for his wealth and status but also for his striking appearance. Despite his age, he still possessed a mature and attractive resemblance to a more seasoned Jeon Jungkook. Ella, once a top model, crossed paths with Ji-Sook, and their friendship blossomed into a widely known romance.

In his youth, Ji-Sook was a cold but a handsome figure, attracting numerous admirers who failed to capture his attention. He focused on his career, eventually reaching the pinnacle of success. Ella was the one who thawed his icy exterior, leading him to fall in love.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say Ji-Sook spared no expense to lavish Ella with gifts. He even went as far as eliminating any potential suitors who vied for her attention.

Deeply in love with Ella, Ji-Sook had committed countless sins for her and their family, determined to protect their bond at all costs.

"He'll be down shortly," the assistant assured Ji-Sook before heading off to fetch the man in question.

Turning back to Ella, Ji-Sook encountered her gaze. She had overheard their conversation but redirected her attention to the arriving guests, flashing a practiced fake smile.

The grand mansion buzzed with high-class guests exchanging pleasantries. Soft music played in the background as some guests swayed to the rhythm, savoring the evening together. The atmosphere was filled with joy and celebration, creating an ambiance of warmth and camaraderie as everyone enjoyed the night away.

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"Hey, what's up with you? It's your special day, but you look like you're at a funeral."

Jungkook turned his head slightly from the royal blue couch where he was seated to see who had interrupted him to see one of his friends,Jung Hoseok, a 27-year-old who owned the Jung Hotels. He was not only rich but also a handsome actor with a charming personality that drove girls worldwide crazy for him. Who wouldn't be madly in love with him? With his good looks, fit body, and being a billionaire at a young age, everyone wanted a piece of him, and no doubt even mens were impressed by him.

But behind the camera, ofcourse he was a very different person,known to be ruthless and cruel and only the closed persons to him knew.

"Nothing," Jungkook replied in a bored tone as he turned back to the event happening at the bottom of the stairs, looking uninterested.

"Oh, no one's fawning over you today, huh?"

A smirk formed on Hoseok's lips as he stood near the staircase railing, scanning the crowd below. His focus, however, was on the grumpy Jungkook beside him.

It was surprising to Hoseok that every time he visited the Royale Mansion, he heard gossip about a woman named Yana. The rumors painted her as a promiscuous and possessive woman who was involved with two men at once. Despite the negative talk, Hoseok felt a strong desire to meet this woman whom everyone was talking about. Even though he had seen her before, she always ignored him, which bothered him deeply. She was the first woman to disregard him, despite his fame and allure that captivated women worldwide.

Jungkook sighed in annoyance and continued to sip his expensive wine, ignoring Hoseok's teasing remarks.

"Where's Nara? Why weren't you with her? Got bored, huh?" Hoseok's teasing tone made Jungkook frown in annoyance and let out a scoff.

"I'm just not in the mood, hyung. Stop it," Jungkook replied, trying to brush off the topic.

Hoseok chuckled and scanned the crowd below before his gaze landed on Nara, who happened to be looking their way, causing him to smirk. "Well, it seems like your woman really wants your attention."

Jungkook quickly clarified, "She's not my woman."

Hoseok turned to face Jungkook, a hint of concern crossing his face briefly before he reverted back to his carefree expression that charmed everyone around him. "That's new... I always thought she was, especially since you seem to defend her more than anyone else, especially to 'her' who was always there by your side."

Hoseok's words hit a nerve, causing Jungkook to stiffen in his seat, lost in his thoughts, and ignored what he had said and got quite in his seat, ignoring further conversations with the older.

"What were you two talking about?"

Just then,a new voice entered, making the two man snap their heads in its direction to see, Taehyung with his usual blank expression who seems to be always masking his true emotions, as he observed the interaction between Jungkook and Hoseok with his deep, calculating brown eyes.

It's fascinating how despite his intimidating demeanor, every woman seems to be drawn to him. With his sharp looks, intimidating personality, and billionaire status at a young age, he could easily be a character straight out of a fiction book - the ultimate dream man.

"Oh, here you are. We were just talking about that woman," Hoseok chimed in, drawing Taehyung's attention.

Taehyung's expression briefly soured at the mention of the woman who had been occupying his thoughts lately, driving him to distraction.

"And who was 'that' woman?" Taehyung probed as he joined Jungkook, poured himself a glass of wine, and settled in, waiting for an answer.

Hoseok, with a mischievous grin, leaned against the railing before responding, "Yana," teasingly. His grin widened as he anticipated Taehyung's reaction, which was evident as Taehyung tensed and averted his gaze.

"Where's that woman though? Didn't see her at the party, especially since it was Jungkookie's birthday," Hoseok teased, earning glares from the two men, knowing he hit a nerve.

"Shut it, hyung," Jungkook warned in a deep voice, but Hoseok simply chuckled before spotting a woman in a red dress in the corner, a smirk playing on his lips as he excused himself, "Well, gotta go. Have a woman to take care of, folks."

...

Fae had lost track of time, curled up in a ball in a corner of the room, sobbing in distress. She had been locked in the room for hours, feeling abandoned and forgotten.

Those two were the worst!

I hate them!

"M-mom!"

Fae cried out softly, burying her face in her hands, overwhelmed with emotion. However, her cries halted abruptly when she heard footsteps approaching her room.

"Wha—help! Please open the door!" Fae shouted in panic, her heart racing.

She heard the footsteps stops and then the doorknob began to shake as someone attempted to open it.

"Yana?! Is that you?"

Namjoon?

"Yes! Please help me, Namjoon!"

"Oh God! Who locked you up here?!"

Namjoon's distressed voice reached Fae's ears as he tried to unlock the door.

"Wait, I'll call a maid to open it, okay?" Namjoon assured her, sensing her panic. He sprinted down the hallway, urgently seeking out a maid with a spare key to unlock the door to the room where Yana was trapped.

As Namjoon made his way to the room where Yana was locked up, he couldn't help but sigh in distress, wondering what had transpired and who could have done such a cruel thing.

Finally, the maid arrived with two guards and swiftly unlocked the door. Namjoon entered the room quickly, his heart breaking at the sight of the woman weeping on the floor. As she looked up, she rushed into his arms, seeking comfort. Namjoon's anger simmered beneath the surface as he tried to contain his emotions, focusing on calming the distraught woman in his embrace. Moved by her sorrow, the maid and guards quietly left the room, allowing them privacy.

...

"Young master," a guard greeted Jungkook, bowing respectfully before whispering something that ignited a fire within Jungkook. He stood up abruptly and stormed off, his fury evident in his hurried steps, leaving Taehyung puzzled. Taehyung stands up and followed silently, curious about what made his cousin this mad.

"That despicable woman, how dare she!" Jungkook muttered to himself, his pace quickening to a jog as he stormed down the hallway in a fit of rage.

Oh he will really thought that woman a lesson.

As Jungkook turn left in the corridor to the room where he Locked her down, he suddenly stopped in his track when he saw the door opened. His eyes darkened.

"What's wrong?"

Taehyung's deep voice heard next to him as Taehyung's eyes too followed Jungkook's,and see the opened door in the hallway.

He raised his eyebrows in confusion and looks back at his cousin who again walks faster towards the room,he didn't move first but then a scream was heard both men and a woman's,and it's really familiar to him, especially the woman's voice as he suddenly runs to the door to see the scene that was happening.

He's cousin on top of the tutor of his brother,Namjoon beating him to a pulp as he delivers continues punches fast that the man under him can't even move.

"Stop!please get off him!"

He turned his eyes slowly towards the woman who was thrown on the floor who had probably twisted her foot as she grips it in her hands while crying in pain as she shouted towards Jungkook to stop.

At first he didn't move and just watch the scene unfolding before his eyes, before striding out to the two mans who were beating up each other on the floor and separated his cousin while he signaled the bodyguards to get Namjoon off the floor who was now bloody and was half unconscious.

"You fucker! Don't you ever dare to step foot here again!!"Jungkook yelled furiously with murderous eyes glaring at the man.

Aware of Jungkook's simmering rage and the potential danger he posed, Taehyung realized the severity of the situation. Despite his cousin's seething anger, Taehyung knew the depths of Jungkook's restraint, acknowledging the dangerous path that could have been taken if not for his intervention.

As the maids and bodyguards arrived at Taehyung's request, Namjoon, now unconscious from the powerful blows delivered by Jungkook, was attended to. Jungkook's history as a trained underground boxer, known as "the killer," spoke volumes of his formidable skills. In the ring, there was no room for mercy, and Jungkook's opponents knew the consequences of challenging him. The aftermath of his wrath was testament to his prowess in combat and the repercussions of crossing him within the confines of the ring.

Aware of Jungkook's simmering rage and the potential danger he posed, Taehyung realized the severity of the situation. Despite his cousin's seething anger, Taehyung knew the depths of Jungkook's restraint, acknowledging the dangerous path that could have been taken if not for his intervention.

As the maids and bodyguards arrived at Taehyung's request, Namjoon, now unconscious from the powerful blows delivered by Jungkook, was attended to. Jungkook's history as a trained underground boxer, known as "the killer," spoke volumes of his formidable skills. In the ring, there was no room for mercy, and Jungkook's opponents knew the consequences of challenging him. The aftermath of his wrath was testament to his prowess in combat and the repercussions of crossing him within the confines of the ring.

One of the maids attempted to assist the woman who remained silent, her gaze fixed downward. When Taehyung raised his hand to halt the maid, he approached the trembling man himself, noticing the woman shift back slightly.

With a decisive motion, Taehyung lifted the woman into his arms, noting her quiet demeanor and the unspoken pain that weighed heavily upon her. Carrying her through the hallways, he made his way to his room, signaling his men to transport the injured man to a hospital away from the mansion, cognizant of the looming threat posed by his enraged cousin.

.....

"When will you listen,huh?"

Taehyung whispered to the silent woman on his bed, noting her distant gaze and deep in thought expression. Despite her ignoring him, he remained unperturbed, understanding her pain and the turmoil within her.

"I've called the doctor; he'll be here soon," Taehyung assured her, sitting beside her and emmidiately she distanced herself,at this he grows annoyed and grips both her arms tightly that made Fae cried in pain and started pushing him off her.

"Didn't I told you to stop whoring around?!"

In a stern and intimidating tone, Taehyung questioned her actions, accusing her of behavior he found unacceptable.

"What's wrong with you?! Isn't this what you want,for me to leave you alone?!"

Fae, bewildered and frustrated, questioned his sudden aggression, struggling to comprehend his tumultuous dynamic.

She suddenly screamed, startled when Taehyung pinned her in the bed and climbed on top of her.

"There's nothing wrong with me,but what's really wrong is you whoring around!"

Fae closed her eyes in fear when Taehyung shouted violently at her and his face closed to her that made her turn her head to the side.

"P-please stop!Get off me!"

She started pushing him but in no vain as Taehyung only chuckled at her weak state under him but his eyes suddenly stops at her lips who was trembling along with her crying and hairs sprawled under her on the bed that made her a crying mess under him.

A beautiful mess.

Taehyung thought in his head.

And then suddenly something in him snaps at the thought to claim her, right there, right now as his eyes darkens at the thought as he can feel himself getting hotter by the second especially by the position they were in and before he can stop himself he slammed his lips on her luscious ones as Fae froze on her struggling.

[okwonyo]

moot game! ship your moots with an idol and give them a trope!

hihi! ^^ i didn’t put everyone because i don’t know everyone’s bias.. so mea culpa ><

@byhees with jungwon | rivals to lovers.

yizu and jungwon would both be the top of their classes, constantly competing over which one is going to be on the top of the whole school at a given semester. it’d obviously be the reason they wouldn’t stand each other— well, maybe just yizu because if you ask jungwon, he is quite fond of her actually and this is why he loves, and emphasizes on that word, to come sit next to her during her studying time. claiming that he needs to distract her (he can’t let her surpass him, can he?) but really, teasing her might be his favorite thing in the world.

@okwons with sunghoon | middle school crush (and still going strong)

and don’t get it wrong; if you ask vi about sunghoon, she’d say that she doesn’t really mind his presence and that he is a funny guy. if you ask sunghoon about vi, he’d go on a whole rant about how beautiful she keeps on getting and how he wishes he could give her the moon, and far, far beyond. he’d be so enamored by her that he’d look so stupid whenever she is near— stumbling over his every words and blushing when her shoulder slightly brushes his.. and the worst part about this is that: she doesn’t even notice! and it makes everyone go crazy.

@isoobie with heeseung | fake dating.

heeseung and ri wouldn’t that much of friends.. just seeing each others then and there at parties or at the cafeteria. he’d give her a little smile and a charming wave when he sees there, even if they don’t talk that much. and one day, when they find themselves alone in the school’s library, he’d ask her to date him and she’d go ‘huh?’ and he’d explain whatever his raison may be.. but at a moment during the whole fake dating thing, the line between reality and fake would get blurry— little unnecessary kisses there and there, a tad bit jealousy when ri talks with a guy.. i’ll let you imagine the rest.

@boyfhee with jay | neighbors to lovers.

they’d meet in such chaotic circumstances, there would be absolutely no way that they just go back to normal after that. it’d be the kind of situation where jay hears cael screaming her lungs out because of a small bugs in her apartment, she’d run out of it so hurriedly and end up in jay’s arms, who lives just infront of her and was worried sick about these screams. he’d help her, of course. and ever since then, they see each other everywhere; at the grocery store, at the gym, somehow even at work! they’d even get kissy at the club... hehe.

@hoonvrs with sung hanbin | girlboss x malewife.

saint is that strong, independent, smart, funny, cool and many more, woman that works in a office, where she is very important in and hanbin is her silly husband who makes sure to prepare dinner before she comes back home. i can see them being that one side couple in a kdrama everyone would watch just for them; because they are just so cute and funny— the audience would love to see how scared hanbin would be whenever saint is a little irritated, but at the same how soft she is with him when she annoyed.. she has a soft spot for her cutie husband.

@tyunni with riki | annoyance to lovers.

mj would not be able to stand riki in the slightest, rolling her eyes whenever he talks and scoffing when something unfortunate happens to him. her hate would be justified; he tends to get so annoying with her, pulling a strand of her hair when he sits behind her, stealing her food and holding it really high so she can’t reach it, etc.. poor girl doesn’t even know why he is all over like that but it’s just that he wants her attention, you know! of course, he’d have his redemption arc where he follows her like a puppy and obeys to her every word. the treatment she deserves!

@wonryllis with jungkook | situation (seven ver.)

jungkook would be so obsessed with her, she’d have wrapped around her finger.. for her, jungkook is a just a guy she likes to spend her time with and sometimes, okay, they kiss, but so what? for jungkook, yeonie is the only woman ever on this godforsaken planet— he’d even tend to get a bit clingy and obsessive. following her in the rain after an argument, forgetting his initial destination to follow her whenever she goes whereupon he sees her in the train. he just doesn’t know how to show her that he likes her a lot and she doesn’t make it easy either..

@alaezasmystery235 with sunoo | coworkers to lovers.

alaeza would be that cute girl at the cafe next to the faculty, and sunoo would be the new worker to this cafe— who also happens to be head over heels for her. as nice as she is, she’d help him with all his work, given the fact that he is new and doesn’t really know what he is doing, showing him how things should be done but, the thing is, sunoo wouldn’t even learn anything at all, staring at her hand as she shows him where the glasses are and watching her hair fall beautifully as she leans to look at the exposed donuts..

@euncsace with mingyu | meet cute.

they’d meet each other at the bus stop, where rim goes back home after going to the library and mingyu comes back from the gym. he’d ask her if she knows when the bus is coming and she’d say that she was about to ask him the same question. then, they’d have a little conversation about their day and what they are planning to do next. these cuties would exchange numbers before rim gets out of the bus and never leave each other alone again..

@soov with yeonjun | gym crush.

yeonjun would be that attractive man at the gym who works his biceps and and in a tank shirt and rei would be that new girl who doesn’t really know what she’d doing.. as the gentleman as he is, when he sees a damsel in distress, he’d come to her rescue and help her.. moving her by the waist so he can see the machine she’s using clearly, that only move would send butterflies in her stomach. and, yeonjun, even when he doesn’t need to, would always come help her about something— just to talk to her. let’s hope that the gym crush makes it to the outside!!

@atrirose with wonbin | tutoring au.

seiu, as smart as she is, would offer her help to wonbin, who is clearly failing is tutoring classes. they’d meet at the library or at the cafe, and have some studying sessions together. wonbin, would be far too focused on seiu’s features to even listen to what she’s saying, always answering wrong when she asks him a question but swearing that he is focused.. well, he is, but more on her lips than what is coming out of her mouth.

@seongclb with jeno | grumpy fast food employee au.

jeno would be the type of employee that says that the ice cream machine doesn’t work just because he is too lazy to use it, he’d be so unhappy to be there that it’d be written all over his face. kat would be that nice and breathtakingly beautiful girl who comes regularly and for who, jeno as a tender spot for. he’d always have a wide smile when she comes that his coworkers would make fun of... and she’d be so oblivious about it because as far as she knows, he is the nicest guy she has ever met.

end! ♡

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

not allowed, interlude | time

drabble: ‘not allowed’ series (myg+jjk), idol!BTS, based on real time pairing(s): yoongi x reader, mentions of jungkook x reader

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; feels; brief mention of penetrative sex; occurs around the time of Yoongi's 2023 birthday

There is nothing permanent in this world. Everything is just a happening passing though. Plans have been made. The solo tour is coming. Time is slipping away, and yet you and Min Yoongi still make time to hold each other, because lack of permeance doesn't make this love any less worthwhile.

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part i | part ii | part iii | part iv | part v | part vi | part vii | part viii | part ix | part x | part xi | part xii | part xiii | part xiv | part xv

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“Are you nervous?”

His lips twisted and he ticked his head. “It’s hard not to be.”

“If only middle school you could see where you are now,” you murmured softly, nuzzling his cheek. “He would be shocked.”

He had that raspy, sheepish laugh everyone loved, recognizable even in passing. “I don’t even believe it yet,” he chuckled.

“You should, Yoongi. You dreamed it.”

To everyone else, he was SUGA of BTS. Agust D sometimes. Min Yoongi always, and you knew them all and more. Memorized the lines of his body with your hands, listened to his darkest whispers in the dead of the night, followed him like a shadow as he reached higher and higher heights. Once in a while, Yoongi asked you if you were afraid that he would fall, in the same tone that told you that he was, sometimes, afraid to fall.

You always had the same answer.

You’ll never fall. I’ll catch you before you do.

“Is something bothering you?” you hummed, curled beside him in bed, one arm over his chest and the other trapped below. Doomed in terms of circulation, but that was the price paid for closeness.

“Why do you say that?”

“Well, I didn’t expect you to jump into my arms and yell at the top of your lungs about the your solo tour, but you do seem a bit quiet. Don’t worry, Jungkook did that for you though.”

His body rumbled with mirth. “Glad you didn’t collapse.”

“I did. He had to peel me up off the floor. It was a movie.”

It was hard to say what it was that made you and Yoongi so connected. Familiarity, true, from all the years together. Openness, yes, for all things, because there was no reason to hide anything from each other. Adaptability and understanding, of course, considering this was and would never be a typical relationship. After all, his company’s first response was to sternly inform him that romantic relationships were not allowed.

…

Yeah, that didn’t stop you two from fucking.

But there was something else too, something more than amazing sex and Min Yoongi’s very nice ass.

“It’s…”

His voice was soft, head turning and then his lips were against your forehead. Hand still in your hair, pushing you closer, and you could feel the steady thud of his heart below your palm, and you felt it too, maybe even before he could say it, but you waited for him, letting him take his time.

“You greeted me today and I suddenly remembered how fast time is slipping away,” Yoongi breathed against your temple. “I have never been able to love you the way you’re meant to be loved.”

You pressed your lips to his neck.

“You have always loved me the way I was meant to be loved, because I was meant to be loved by you.”

He held you tightly, with surprising strength, deep voice barely above a whisper. Body to body, closer than skin to skin.

“Am I crazy for doing something like this? How can I hold the stage on my own? I’m one person. Is my body even going to hold up?”

“Your body holds up to me, so I think you’ll have plenty of stamina,” you interjected.

Yoongi pretended you didn’t say anything. Rude.

“Maybe I can’t do it. Maybe I shouldn’t go on the solo tour.”

You knew him too well.

“Are you saying that because of you, or are you saying that because of me?” you murmured gently, rubbing his chest. The answer was both. “You’ve done many difficult things, Yoongi. You’re a star, but you’re more than that. You are determined and hardworking. You are never alone on stage. ARMY is with you. The best thing about ARMY is that they will always be part of the performance. Your members are always watching over you. You never walk alone, my love.”

You didn’t forget to add.

“And you’ve always been crazy. That’s how you got here.”

He laughed and faced you. Every year, his smile became more beautiful. Was it because he became happier and happier every year? You hoped so. His reply to your remarks was a quick shut up mumbled under his breath before he made you breathless with kisses, your smiles trapped between them, and every year you found yourself thinking the same thing, are you becoming more and more attractive, that’s very unfair of you, Yoongi, and he pretended not to be pleased, yet you knew he was.

“You’ve wanted this all your life and you made it happen,” you whispered to his lips, his face framed by your hands. “You can do anything.”

Those dark brown eyes shimmered.

Normally Yoongi wouldn’t say anything too extravagant. No flourishes. There was no reason to when you already understood him so well. But sometimes – maybe with the help of a couple glasses of wine or a bit of liquor, heh – he gave voice to the words in his eyes, just to solidify the truth of it.

“I wouldn’t be able to do it all if I didn’t have you.”

You didn’t miss a beat.

“Yeah, you could. You would have way less orgasms in your life though, I’ll give you that.”

You smiled in his hands. Faltered as you stared into those dark brown orbs. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate your lightheartedness. But there was something else there. You could guess what. Like he said, time was moving fast. When you were young, time seemed to go on forever, but as you got older, well, it became all too apparent that every second counted, that life was too short to not jump, and if it all went to shit, then it all went to shit.

At least you always gave it your all.

You placed your hand over his, cradling your cheek with him.

“I always wanted you to be everything you dreamed of and more,” you whispered to his lips, breathing life to your love. “And through all that, you’ve given me more than you know. I learned to love from you.”

You knew and Yoongi knew that, soon, you would be separated for a long, long time.

“It never seems enough,” he sighed, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead against yours.

You chuckled. “You were always enough. And you were open enough to let Jungkook in.”

“He really doesn’t know how lucky he is,” was the grumble by your chin. “He should be even more obsessed with you.”

“I think he would explode.”

He tilted his head and you leaned in, lost in a kiss.

Hand in hand. You could hold forever in your hands if you held him. Time was both enough and never enough as long as you had Yoongi and you could tell he felt the same. In every kiss. In every caress of his fingertips over your skin, sparking fire down your spine. In every breath shared, lungs filled with him, and maybe this was just random chance, maybe it was the red thread, maybe it was fate that both you and him could hardly believe in, but how else could you explain this surge of pleasure what was not just joined bodies and a bruising rhythm, but also the fearlessness shared when your eyes connected, unashamed to feel it all?

Your hand in his hair, hips rolling into his, loud smacks between your bodies, smirk dancing on your lips.

“Still mad you cut your hair,” you gasped.

His tone was equally breathless and playful. “It was getting unruly. It’ll grow back.”

“I’ll just have to make do, then.”

Tight all around and Yoongi shuddered at the feeling, eyes closing to savor your pace, your power, your thighs against his torso, wet and deep and muscles pulsing along his hard length. Pleasure and heat rising and you let your eyes close too, surrendering to the fervent conversation of bodies.

So good.

So good because it was Yoongi.

Husky gasp and your eyes opening to his half-lidded ones, crashing into the high with him, gripping his pillows and back arching, electricity all over, seconds feeling like minutes, hours, forever, all because you burned them into your memory.

The condom wrapper had slid on the bed and was now digging into your shoulder blades.

Ow.

You shrugged off the pain in favor of kissing him some more. A selfless sacrifice indeed.

“Yoongi…”

Your name in his voice, heard so many times already and yet you cherished it every time.

“I thought we were done,” he chuckled, panting hard. “It’s already late.”

“I need to help you build stamina, remember?”

“I’m going to die before I even get on the plane…”

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drabbles masterpost | masterpost

[she-karev]

The Mixer (Andrew DeLuca x Alex Karev’s Sister)

Age Rating: 12+

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Canon Episode: Season 14 Episode 6

Ship: Andrew DeLuca x Amber Karev (Alex Karev’s Sister)

AN: Sorry for taking so long guys I’ve been busy but I hope you enjoy this chapter and reviews are welcome. The GIF above is the outfit Amber is wearing to the mixer. This chapter shifts from first person POV to third.

Summary: Amber and Andrew reunite at the mixer where past information is revealed.

Words: 3486

The mirror in front of me doesn’t give me a clear view of the dress I choose for the night but that’s what I get for not finding an apartment in time for my new job. A month after my interview I opened an envelope informing me I was accepted into the surgical residency program at Grey Sloan. I was so excited that after Match Day I went straight to my room and danced to Little Mix’s Power while drinking a bottle of wine.

Now I’m in a three-star motel getting ready for a mixer the night before I officially start my surgical career. Grey Sloan has this party to officially welcome the interns and introduce them to their new colleagues and bosses, it’s an open bar so that’s a plus. Despite my excitement there’s something that’s still bothering me or should I say someone.

I was very surprised that I got accepted into Grey Sloan not because I was worried, I didn’t have the grades but because I was worried Alex would interfere. I feared that Alex would pull an evil stunt and get the chief to throw out my application just so he wouldn’t see me again. But I guess either the chief refused to do his bidding or he stayed out of it completely. The brother I had growing up wouldn’t do something so terrible to me but it’s been 13 years since I’ve had that brother and I’m not interested in finding out how much he’s changed since then.

However, there is someone who’s making me excited about working at Grey Sloan, Andrew DeLuca. It’s been two months since that glorious and amusing night we had and I still can’t get him off my mind. It took everything in me not to Instagram stalk him so I don’t turn into those anti-feminist stalkers I see on the lifetime channel. I don’t know why I had to stop myself from doing that, I’m not normally this gaga over someone I slept with once.

I guess it’s because he actually engaged in conversation with me before taking me to his house…where his roommate was about to sleep with his sister causing a hilarious scene that makes me chuckle when I think about it. I would’ve backed out from there but hearing him speak Italian turned me on again and I decided to go for it. I wanted to give him my number the morning after but I decided to wait and see if I get the job then maybe I can give us a real chance. I’m hoping I run into him at this mixer and we can save the whole introduction and head straight to dinner like we said.

I put the black belt around my blue bustier dress and opt for just a gold bracelet to accessorize. My makeup is done especially pretty for tonight with my lips bright red, my eyeliner is made to make my eyes stand out and my hair falls in loose waves over my shoulders. I decide to use my best heels for business and comfort purposes. I grab my keys and head out for the intern mixer.

Later

The mixer was in the cafeteria, and it was filled with other interns I was gonna work with. The only attending was this trauma surgeon April Kepner so that was disappointing. I was hoping to meet Meredith Grey ever since I was in med school, she’s been my inspiration. She’s been my idol ever since she was able to 3d print models of organs in her second attending year. There are other’s at this hospital I want to meet but Grey is at the top of my list.

I stand by the bar observing the area and my future coworkers drinking my second glass of wine when I see a guy approaching me drinking a beer and giving me a smug grin as he looked at me up and down.

“Hey I’m Vik, Yale.” He holds his hand out to me which I take despite my disgust. Vik is attractive but he has a douchey vibe I’m all too familiar with.

“Amber, NYU.”

“So, uh are you enjoying the party?”

“Yeah, it’s great. Although I think they’re just placating us before the torture begins.” Vik chuckles, “Are you gonna be an intern?”

“Yeah surgery, what about you?”

“Same.” I sip my wine when Vik snorts amused, “What?”

“I mean I would’ve pegged you in OB or derma, no offense but you don’t look like the kind of girl who can handle cutting into people.”

I frown at his comment, “And what do you think I can handle based on your myopic point of view, do you even know what myopic means?” Vik looks offended at my comment when the guy I met the day of my interview Levi Schmitt approaches me with a grin.

“Hey, I don’t know if you remember me my name is Levi, we met our first day here.” I ignore his greeting as I am busy trying to one up this ass.

“Look I said I didn’t mean any offense by it.” He tries but fails to ameliorate.

“Oh well I am sorry I shouldn’t have taken your misogynistic comment personally.” I say sarcastically, “Oh I’m sorry again I should’ve known misogynistic isn’t in your vocab as well, do you need a dictionary?”

Levi looks at us confused, “Did I miss something?”

I turn to him, “Maybe you can answer this would you immediately assume I’m not cut out to be a surgeon like this jackhole?”

Vik raises an eyebrow, “Jackhole?”

Levi looks confused but complies, “Um I don’t know I would ask and just accept the answer.”

I smile at his answer, “Thank you, that’s a nice human being right there, you can take example. If you don’t think I can be a surgeon that’s your problem to mansplain but it’s the 21st century and girls like me can be surgeons”

Vik shrugs, “Surgery is hardcore.”

“I am hardcore.” I say with confidence.

Levi looks less confident but joins in, “Um s-so am I.”

“You two won’t last the first year.” Vik says smugly before walking away from us.

I sneer at his back before downing my glass entirely. I’ve handled guys like Vik my whole life even in med school, they all see me and think I’ll get my way through my looks. I’ve gotten straight A’s, volunteered at the clinic and graduated at the top of class but I guess even when I actually become a doctor I still have to deal with assholes like Vik. I go to the food table to get some dessert with Levi following me, he reminds me of a puppy that attaches to the first person who shows him one act of kindness.

I shove a petit four in my mouth and turn to Levi, “What are you doing here? I thought your rotation was over?”

“It was and after that I applied for an internship here and I got in.”

I snort in disbelief, “Seriously? How did you get in after your disastrous meet and greet? You know the one where you-”

“I know which one.” Levi frowns at the mention of him dropping his glasses in an open body cavity during the surgery we observed. I still chuckle when I replay that horrifically iconic moment, he continues, “But I rectified that problem so they wont have to worry about another incident like that.”

I eat another dessert, “Lasiks or contacts?” I ask with my mouth full.

“Neither.” He turns around pointing to the back of his head where a red rubber back is attached to his glasses to prevent from falling out, “Sports band.”

I look at his remedy peculiarly which he notices when he turns around, “And contacts are a lesser choice because…”

“I tried those but it required me to touch my eyeballs so that was a dealbreaker.”

I nod and turn around walking away from him to mingle with hopefully more normal people. As far as I could see Alex and Andrew aren’t here both to my relief and disappointment. I pass the time talking to the other interns and attendings that are here until Dr. Webber calls our attention.

“Welcome to Grey Welcome to Grey Sloan Memorial, where your education is our top priority.”

He’s interrupted by the double doors bursting open by three guys who are stared at by me and the others. I’ll give them this they make a hell of an entrance, despite this Webber continues his speech.

“Um, you were chosen for your potential. We are one of the top-rated teaching hospitals in the nation.” I see Alex entering the room causing my breath to hitch. I avoid looking at him as much as I can instead focusing on Webber, “And with your bright futures, we are certain that that tradition will continue, but it’s up to you to put in the hard work and it is hard work. So, enjoy the evening, ask question, talk to your colleagues because tomorrow you are surgeons.” I clap with the others and opt to exit the party early so I can avoid-

“Hey.” I freeze at the familiar voice behind me and I reluctantly turn around and see Alex standing there, “I didn’t know if you were coming or not.”

“Yeah well this is an intern mixer and as much as it disdains you I am an intern.” I look at him with a blank expression to hide my dislike towards him.

“It doesn’t disdain me; it shocks me but it doesn’t bother me that you’re here.”

I nod, “Good then we have an understanding, I’m going home now.” I turn and take a few steps until Alex speaks again.

“Why did you apply here?” I turn around and give him a little of my true face causing him to explain, “I’m not asking for my sake I’m asking because you made it more than clear that you would rather beat me than work with me so why did you apply to the hospital I work at?”

I exhale in anger and look around the people that could notice so I grab his arm pulling him to outside the door. I don’t want to get into it in the middle of a party with people I’m gonna work with tomorrow, that just spells questions I don’t want to answer. I stop us a few feet away from the cafeteria and face him.

“I am not here to get back at you. I didn’t make this decision lightly and I certainly didn’t make it because of you.”

“I didn’t think you were I just-”

I interrupt him, “Thought that I could find somewhere else to work where I didn’t have to see you? Yeah believe me I wanted to but…I want to be the best surgeon I can be Alex. I don’t just want to treat patients I want to advance medicine and make something of myself. Grey Sloan is the place to do that, so I decided to apply here in spite of the fact that you’re here. If you think I would be here for some lengthy revenge plot then you must think I’m as crazy as mom and Aaron.”

“I never said that I just…I want to know if we’re gonna be able to work together. I need to know if there’s gonna be problems between us because we have patients and they don’t need to see-

“I can work with you Alex.” I say it with a cold tone, “It’s like I told you months ago, I did not come here so I could play family with my big brother who left me as fast as he possibly could, I came here for me.” Alex looks at me hurt and looks away, “I knew that you worked here but I also know that Grey Sloan has one of the best residency programs and I want to be the best surgeon that I can be. I’m a mature adult and if the time comes when I will be assigned to your service I will act like any other intern. Just because I disdain you personally doesn’t mean I’m gonna let it affect my work. I’ve worked too hard to get here all on my own no thanks to you and I’m not gonna screw it up. May I please be excused Dr. Karev?”

Alex sighs, “Yes.” My use of his title and last name made my feelings toward him clear. I finally turn around and walk away from him relieved to end this conversation.

Later

Andrew walks down the hall carrying his backpack heading to the mixer. He really needed a drink after catching his sister making out with Owen Hunt in a supply closet. He should be used to catching his sister with his friends but sadly it’s something he can never get used to. After Arizona left to go home he decided to drink for one instead. He turns left when he bumps into Amber causing him to drop his backpack and her purse.

“Oh god sorry.” Amber says not even noticing him as she kneels down along with him to pick up her stuff. She looks up and smiles as she recognizes him and he does the same, “Andrew.”

Andrew smiles at the sight of her, “Amber, hey I didn’t think you’d be here.” They both stand up, “I’m guessing that based on your dress and Grey Sloan badge that you got the job?”

“Yeah, I did, I start tomorrow.” Amber picks her purse up, “Are you heading out?”

“No, I’m headed to the mixer, aren’t you supposed to be there?”

Amber walks down the hall with Andrew, “I went for a bit but I decided to bail early.”

“How come?” Andrew asks.

“Well-” Amber was about to explain when Jo Wilson approaches her with a smile.

“Hi, you must be Amber, I’m Jo I’m gonna be your chief resident.” Jo holds out her hand which Amber shakes.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you, I was just gonna leave so…”

“Oh, that’s fine I just wanted to come by and introduce myself to the interns before tomorrow. I especially wanted to meet you and make sure that there isn’t any awkwardness between us in the future.” Amber and Andrew look at her confused.

“Why would things be awkward between us?” Amber asks Jo.

Jo answers with nervous chuckle, “Well um…Alex and I are dating and living together.”

Amber inhales and replies flatly, “Oh.”

Andrew furrows his eyebrows confused, “Why is that a problem? Do you know Karev?”

“Yeah, he’s my brother.” Amber replies nonchalantly causing Andrew’s eyes to widen and look at her in shock as she continues talking to Jo oblivious of his reaction, “Look what happens with you and Alex is your business and I would appreciate it if you and him don’t try to make it my own.”

“I wasn’t trying to; I know that your relationship with your brother is…complicated.” Amber snorts as Andrew rubs his jaw trying to process this new information, “I just wanted to let you know that I’m here to help you with whatever you need while you start your internship. I already did this with the other interns so you don’t have to worry about special treatment.”

Andrew finally snaps out of his frozen state and speaks, “I’m sorry your brother, Alex, is Alex Karev? The one who works here? Your Karev’s sister?”

Amber frowns at his weird reaction, “Yeah, do you know him?” Andrew stares at her with wide eyes and disbelief all over his face, “Andrew?”

Jo looks at both of them, “Do you two know each other?”

Andrew blinks and gets out of his shocked state with only mild surprise left on his face. Amber raises an eyebrow at his reaction and wants to ask him again how he knows Alex when Arizona approaches them.

“Hey, I left my keys at home can I borrow yours if your going to the mixer?” Arizona recognizes Amber and greets her, “Hey! I haven’t seen you since-”

Andrew panics and interrupts her before she can reveal information to Jo, “Have you met Karev’s sister, the new intern?”

Arizona stops and looks at him confused, “Karev’s sister?”

Jo pitches in confused by this scene, “Yeah her.” She points at Amber who just stands there with a questioning face at all of them.

Amber waves at Arizona, “Me and what’s your name? I didn’t catch it the other night when Andrew brought me to your house.” Jo’s eyes widen at Amber’s comment who doesn’t notice instead focused on Arizona who purses her lips at this awkward reunion. Andrew quietly sighs at his misfortune getting worse.

“Y-Yeah we didn’t really do an introduction that night.”

Amber chuckles, “Well we were both busy trying to score when he and sister got into a spat so I don’t really think that qualifies for a meet and greet party.” Andrew closes his eyes as Jo puts two and two together slightly grinning at what she walked into and how Amber is oblivious to Andrew’s suffering.

Arizona chuckles lightly trying to keep a straight face, “Yes that is very, very true um Arizona Robbins head of fetal surgery. I also taught your brother back when I was head of peds.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, well Bailey was his chief resident when he started and Webber was the chief back then as well but I was the one who showed him the ropes of peds when he showed interest.”

Amber nods at the tidbit, “That’s quite a lot of connections he has, I suppose there’s not gonna be one person I meet at this hospital who is somehow not tied to my estranged brother?”

Andrew pinches the bridge of his nose over the cruel irony of her question while Jo presses her lips together both amused and horrified. Arizona chuckles nervously as Amber furrows her eyebrows at her.

Amber turns to Andrew who tries to look normal, “Okay well uh I should get going its first day tomorrow and I need the rest but uh maybe we can meet up after and catch up like we said?”

Andrew clears his throat, “Um yeah maybe.” He doesn’t give a clear answer as this whole situation shocks him so much he can barely process it.

Amber grins, “Great see you tomorrow.” She addresses Jo and Arizona, “It was lovely to meet you both, good night.” Jo and Arizona say good night back as she leaves all three of them.

When Amber is out of earshot Jo turns to Andrew with a grin on her face while Arizona quietly snickers, “You…”

“It was not what it sounded like.” Andrew tries explaining to Jo who doesn’t buy it.

“Didn’t.” Jo finishes with a smile.

Andrew exhales in defeat and breaks down, “I did like twice I think.” Jo laughs along with Arizona while Andrew continues panicking, “Oh my god what did I do?”

Arizona chips in, “I think it’s pretty clear what you did although I don’t know the specifics.”

Andrew turns to Arizona with disbelief over her humor, “This is not funny this is far from funny this is my death sentence.”

“Why?” Jo asks.

Andrew looks at her incredulous, “Maybe because her brother beat me to a bloody pulp over something he thought I did to you and now he’s gonna kill me for something I definitely did to his little sister.”

Arizona rolls her eyes, “Oh come on you and Amber were two consenting adults that night and from what I saw of her in that short time she came of her own free will. Also I think Alex has learned his lesson from what happened and isn’t stupid enough to do that again.”

“And besides Alex is estranged from Amber and I don’t think beating up a guy she slept with once is gonna make it any better.” Jo explains.

Andrew looks at her confused, “They’re estranged?” Jo nods, “Why?”

Jo knows the story between Amber and Alex but doesn’t want to give anything away for fear of Amber being ridiculed over what happened to her so she decides to be vague, “It’s a long story and one I feel she should tell you about. I have to go have a goodnight.”

“Wait um can you maybe not um tell Alex about…this?” Andrew asks with pleading eyes.

“Don’t worry I won’t tell him that you unknowingly had a one night stand with his baby sister.” Jo chuckles again as she leaves. Andrew and Arizona are left in the hall with Andrew left numb from the recent event that happened which Arizona notices.

“Do you want to take advantage of the open bar?” Arizona asks to cheer him up.

“Yes please.” Andrew says and they both walk back to the mixer to drink their problems away.

[independentzaun]

The angry hiss in response from Vi made Silco’s jaw tense for a moment as he had stalked towards his target. They didn’t have time for arguments, or guesses as to what to do and for as admittedly talented as Vi seemed to be with dispatching the zombies she simply didn’t have enough experience for Silco to be willing to always hand over all the decisions to her. This could very easily turn into a problem, and at that moment they had no way to solve it. Silco didn’t believe he’d be able to get her to back down at all just from a moments discussion, and he knew he wouldn’t either. It would have to wait till later. Hopefully they would learn to work together well enough to get to Jinx, and then...well it wasn’t fair at all to the young woman, but perhaps with Jinx around she could serve as a buffer. The idea that perhaps he and Vi might learn to get along wasn’t even a possibility in his head, and deep down inside that actually made him a touch sad if only because he knew it would upset Jinx.

Turning to see Vi’s stare at his blade, and her breathing change Silco almost immediately realized what was happening. He’d had to help Jinx calm down enough times to recognize certain signs, and almost reflexively his hand moved backwards with a twitch to toss as much blood off as possible and then… the blade went into it’s sheath. It wasn’t a conscious choice. The “correct” choice would likely have been to wipe the blade off to ensure there was no blood left at all to get dry, and sticky or simply to have kept it out and in his hand. However years spent raising Jinx, and gaining an appreciation for how triggers could effect someone had left him with an almost reflexive response towards such things when it involved someone he cared about.

He had tried to adopt Vi. He had tried so hard not that he had ever gotten the chance to tell her that, or that he thought she’d believe him now. He had tried to keep the sisters together, and to not let what happened between him and Vander taint the two girls.

Silco couldn’t keep the blade out bloody and dripping like some mocking reminder of the past.

Jinx still loved her sister… and Silco had never intended to hurt them.

He didn’t still care about Vi of course. Why would he? She’d made her feelings clear when he’d reached out after hearing of her aging out of the system. Why would Silco care about some Vander idolizing hard headed angry, rude person who didn’t seem at all willing to listen to a word he said? He had no personal reason to care at all, and so he didn’t… of course not. He had no reason to care nor to consider making things easier on her!

His blade still sticky with the last bit of blood on it was in it’s sheath, and not his hand.

He would need to get his own bat, or something similar. Purely because it made sense in the current situation, and that was it. After all his makeshift spear would likely break at some point.

His footsteps almost immediately sounded out as he sprinted after her without any hesitation his boots hitting the ground rhythmically as Silco ensured he didn’t loose her. They got through the archway, and up the stairs before being seen. Down the path towards the Dorms, and they would reach it without too much of a problem despite having to duck down behind some hedges for a minute or two while a small group of zombies staggered past them like drunken frat boys trying to get to the next party. Getting to the building Jinx should be in at first there was a breath of relief from Silco. It looked intact. A moment later however his eyes widened.

The doors were shut of course, and had likely been locked. Particularly as the glass had been shattered at some point and broken through although the two large book cases that had been used to block the doors had likely made that harder. Until one of the book cases had gotten shoved hard enough to fall backwards leaving a path of broken glass to follow on top of it. A path so coated with glass and dried blood on top of a book case that now looked like it was damaged to the point of being about to buckle and give out entirely Silco wasn’t entirely sure it wouldn’t be better to find another way in. Looking from side to side, and then upwards only to see similar views up along the building his lips tightened. Sheets hanging with markers having been used to draw SOS signs on them, or requests for a helicopter, or in one case a very simple message, I’m sorry. One particular sheet had a few bloody hand prints on it as though someone had gotten pulled up, and off of it back into the building.

“Fuck.” One simple heartfelt word before Silco took a breath and glanced to Vi. “Her room is on the forth floor. If we can find a fire escape or something out here we can skip most of whatever is in there, and get to her room faster. I doubt the elevator’s still work anyways.” Waving at the front door he shook his head. “Unless you want to hope the ground floor is empty, and that neither of us gets injured by any glass. Or any traps that are still left.” He honestly felt the best option was to go look for a way up, but Vi had already gotten annoyed once at him making a much simpler choice. The last thing he needed was that escalating.

The one thing that was absolutely for sure however was that Silco was not going to walk away. He had gotten this far, and he would be damned before he gave up on finding his daughter.

“I can keep up just fine, and I don’t expect you to.”

A muscle in Vi's jaw ticked, but she didn't respond. Flat, steely grey eyes scanned her surroundings, vigilant for the smallest changes that might signal a new danger. It was easier to cope this way - to channel her anger into fierce purpose, to focus on what mattered. She didn’t have the time (or the emotional capacity) to fully process the impact of encountering Silco, of him tagging along.

She hadn't seen him in years. He was somehow both familiar and a stranger to her; someone she had many memories of and used to feel safe with, but simultaneously someone she didn't really know at all, and couldn't trust as far as she could throw him. The emotional dissonance made her highly uncomfortable.

At the very least, Silco wasn't pressing for any further conversation - if anything, he also seemed to feel a bit uncomfortable, which was slightly vindicating. The awkward silence stretched as they walked across campus together, but to Vi it was preferable. She didn’t want to speak to him. She didn’t know what there was to say.

If Silco truly was sincere about working together, about forming a truce for Jinx's sake - fine. Vi could try to suck it up and deal. She could endure a fucked up little family reunion, if that's what it took to keep her sister safe while the world was ending around them. As deeply entrenched as her dislike and distrust for Silco was, she knew Jinx was still close with him. (It had been the cause of multiple arguments.) And deep down Vi knew she couldn't look her sister in the eye if she ditched the bastard, fully aware that he was searching for Jinx the same as her, and he didn't make it. Hell, the fallout if she pulled that and he did make it would still be terrible, and definitely paint her as the bad guy. No, it wasn't worth the irrepairable damage it would do to her already strained relationship with her sister.

Part of her was surprised he was even searching for Jinx - after all, Vi had been left with the impression that they had been nothing but pawns in his spiteful fighting with Vander, that he'd only adopted Jinx as a final fuck you to his dead ex who'd won the custody battle. If he'd actually cared, the way her little sister had believed, why would he have abandoned them in the first place? Or had he just only cared about Jinx, and waited until Vi aged out to avoid getting the problem child with his favourite in a package deal?

...Now was not the time to think about this.

Silco had taken up position a barely acceptable distance away, walking on her right side. Acerbically, Vi wondered whether this was a display of trust or a test. Or maybe the old bastard just didn't want to look at her.

The tension in Vi's frame was a constant thrumming in her veins, an ache in her hands from her white-knuckled grip on the bat in her hands. She forced herself to unclench her fingers, but a few minutes later the ache started up again. She was acutely aware of Silco's proximity. Logically, sure, you had better odds out here when you had backup - but Vi knew all too well how quickly things could go to shit, just because someone else did something stupid. Or because someone was selfish and ruthless enough to actively throw others under the bus. Disasters like this could bring out an ugly side in some individuals, even ones you knew and thought you could trust. She'd lost people to that already.

Vi stole a sharp, appraising glance at Silco's scarred face, feeling a grim resolve settle within her. If he tried to stab her in the back, she'd be ready for it - and it would be the last time he ever got to hurt her.

Reaching the next cluster of buildings, unsurprisingly, came with another obstacle. Vi paused, sizing up the threat. So far, she only saw two in the courtyard - but who knew how many could be lurking nearby.

“Quiet approach, I take the one on the right you take the other.”

Vi shot him a belligerent look.

"Don't tell me what to do," she hissed back, reflexively bristling at the order, even as she fell into step to get it done anyway. It wasn't because Silco said so. It just happened to be the tactical choice, that was all.

The zombies hadn't noticed them closing the distance. Vi swiftly dispatched the one on the left, dropping it with a cracking blow to the back of the head and following up with a secondary hit once it was on the ground, confirming it wouldn't be getting back up. It was messy, and brutal, but quick and effective. Better them than her. Out of the corner of her eye she observed Silco using a knife to execute the other zombie with ruthless efficiency. The sight sent the hairs raising on the back of Vi's neck.

It sparked a sudden memory with sickening clarity: Vander hunched over the kitchen sink with his back to her, pressing a towel to his arm. Blood on the floor. Blood on the walls. Flashing red and blue lights outside her bedroom window.

Distantly, Vi became aware that she was breathing faster and more shallow than usual, hard-eyeing the dripping blade in Silco's hand. The slap of feet against pavement took a couple of seconds to register - then she jerked back to herself abruptly.

Shit.

Now was really not the time for whatever that was.

Don't lose your head. Don't lose your head. Just keep it together, fucking breathe -

"This way," Vi managed to grit out in a terse undertone, before spinning on her heel and setting off at a sprint for the other end of the courtyard. If they could make it through the archway and up tthe stairs, hopefully they'd avoid getting spotted by however many zombies were coming, and be able to continue on up the path towards the dorms unaccosted. Presuming there weren't more zombies right ahead that forced them to detour, anyway.

@independentzaun

[cyan-skulls-writing]

Howdy! If it's no trouble can you do arcane characters x reader morning after and waking up to reader next to them? Fluff or nsfw whichever you'd prefer 😌

Of course babe! I hope you like it!

Arcane + Waking Up Next to You

implied sex, but sfw

With: Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika, Mel

gender neutral as always, go nuts

When Viktor wakes up, at first, he thinks last night must have been some incredible dream, but then he turns and sees you laying next to him. He smiles, his amber eyes crinkling as he takes in your form, illuminated in the early morning sun, like a golden idol. He leans over, unable to resist running his hands over you, reverently, his personal sunbeam, come format he sky to bathe him in warmth.

“Ah, good morning, solnishko. I’m sorry to wake you, you just looked so gorgeous over there. I know you’re still tired, that’s alright, just let me—eh—hold you, please? We can sleep in a little longer. I love you, darling.”

Jayce actually wakes up after you, you’re sitting up, stretching luxuriously, arms over your head and back curling back. He can’t help himself, he has to kiss you. You taste like sleep, like tenderness and sunrise and love. His strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into his chest and leaning back into the bed. You pillow your face against his neck, feeling loved and protected and safe.

“Good morning, baby. How are you? Still sore? Ha, that’s fine, pookie, just let me hold you. We don’t have to get up yet. Mmm, you’re so warm. Kiss me again, baby?”

As always, Silco wakes up long before you. Usually he gets right up and to work, but today he takes a moment just to look at you. You look so peaceful, so serene, he couldn’t possibly disturb you. But he can’t stand to leave you in an empty bed, not today. His eyes trace your form, blanketed in the eerie green glow from the window. He watches you until you wake.

He sits at the edge of the bed, lighting up a cigar as he watches you. Taking in the sight of you, breathing, alive, and he feels at peace. How a man like him has such a gentle, lovely creature in his bed he’ll never understand. He loves you. Even in your sleep, you know.

Vander wakes up to see you peeking at him from the pillow of your arms. He isn’t sure how long you’ve been waiting, but he opens up his arms and you burrow into them easily. He doesn’t miss the small hiss of your discomfort, and he winces. He knew he took it too far last night. Although, you don’t seem to be complaining. In the dim of your room, he cradles you, pressing kisses to the top of your head.

“Good morning, darl’, how long have you been starin’ like that? Get over here, yeah? It’s gettin cold without you. Ah, I’m sorry little bird, didn’t mean to give you the aches. I’ll draw you a bath in a bit, does that sound good?”

The Firelights don’t have much. Ekko wakes up and the first thing on his mind is getting back to work. Resources are running thin, he needs to go out and make some moves. He stops when he hears you leaning up, and the events of last night come flooding back. He leans back down to kiss you, to hold your face in his hands for a moment and look at you how you smile at him, half asleep. You don’t have much, but in this moment, you have enough.

“Oh, hey honey, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up. yeah, I’ve uh, got to go soon, but I love you, ok? I’m serious, you mean everything to me. Ok! Ok! I’m just making sure. I’ll see you later, firebug.”

You and Jinx wake up almost at the same time. As you lean up, rubbing sleep out of your eyes, you turn to look at each other, and matching silly grins light up your faces. You reach for each other and collapse back into each other’s arms, giggling and tangling your legs together. She looks at you like you hung the moon, like you’re a new project of endless fascination to her, like there is nothing more precious to her in all of Zaun than you.

“Awe good mornin’ sugar, how are you? I am personally doing incredible. Hehehe, you’re so cute, trinket, do you wanna kiss? Yeah? Well come over here! I’m not dodging, you just have bad aim!”

Vi wakes up and immediately she remembers what you did last night. You’re sleeping, cuddled in her arms, looking so cute. She smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You make the most adorable noise when you lift your head to look at her, smiling at her with your eyes still heavy with sleep. When you demand more kisses, she laughingly obliges.

“Oh, good morning, cupcake, how do you feel? Yeah? I’m glad to hear that. Aw, shit, darlin’ when you look at me like that… I just wanna keep you here forever. No, you’re too cute to let you loose.”

Caitlyn wakes gently, slowly rising from the gentle cradle of sleep to see you sleeping peacefully by her side. You’re smiling so softly, and she wonders what you’re dreaming of. When she wakes you she has two cups of tea and some breakfast waiting for you. The smile you give her is grateful and sincere, and she smiles back just as kindly. It’s moments like this that remind her what she’s protecting.

“Good morning, love. You’re looking utterly luminous this morning. You’re so pretty sweetheart. Oh, of course, it’s the least I could do after all that. Well, you’re very welcome.”

You technically woke up before Sevika, but you’ve learned that if you pretend to be asleep she’ll kiss you so gently before she has to leave for work. She (unfortunately) caught you this time, but she (mercifully) decided to kiss you anyway. She kisses you once, then twice, then three times, and she may end up being a little late, but you think The Last Drop can survive without her for another 10 minutes.

“Good morning, mouse. Hey, nuh-uh, don’t pull that shit with me, I know you’re just pretending to sleep so I’ll kiss you. Yeah, fine ok. Just this once though! Yeah, I love you too, honey.”

Mel wakes up to you peppering her skin in kisses, already worshipping her like she’s a young goddess in your bed, instead of your wife. Of course, she doesn’t mind, but expect her to return the favor later. She peers at you from under her lashes, amused as you redouble your efforts, knowing she’s now awake to appreciate them. She decides she can afford to miss out on this morning’s meeting. And perhaps this afternoon’s, and this evening’s.

“Ah, good morning, starlight. Did you sleep well? Haha, you’re so sweet, dear, really. Ah, you’re in such a tender mood this morning! Hmm, I think I’ll take a day off. Ah, no, there shouldn’t be any fires today. Piltover can need me tomorrow.

[literaryobsession]

of maybes and yeses || prohero!bakugo x teacher!reader

summary: you meet the elusive Pro Hero Dynamight and find him warming up to you.

warning: in the later chapters, there will be mentions of bullying. there will also be angst.

word count: 897

chapters:  II , III , IV , V , VI

CHAPTER I

It was quite the surprise that Dynamight accepted the invitation to give a brief talk in front of his and Pro Hero Deku's alma mater, Aldera Junior High, even more so how encouraging his speech was.

"Train your body, master your quirk, and aim to be the best Pro Hero." He was fully clad in his Hero suit, looking enormous in front of the entire student body. His size and formidable aura came from all his years of experience since after all, Dynamight is the top two Pro Hero in the charts for a few years, behind Deku, another alumnus of the school. Most of the students wore his merch, many were idolizing him, especially the kids in my class.

"He's quite a strapping young man, isn't he Ms. L/N?"

I turned my attention to Mrs. Tanaka, "He is much taller than I expected him to be."

"I was one of their teachers back in school, young Bakugo was always the achiever. He had clear goals and were very popular with his classmates." The older woman reminisced with a hint of pride in her voice. Ever since Dynamight's acceptance of the school's invitation, Mrs. Tanaka made sure to tell all those who would listen the stories of Katsuki Bakugo and Izuku Midoriya back in the day.

I watched the Pro Hero up in the stage, taking photos with the principal after receiving his plaque of recognition. He seemed so different whenever he appears in the news, he always tries to slip away quietly and avoided too much media attention.

"Come over, Ms. L/N, let me introduce you to him." Mrs. Tanaka took hold of my hand as the students all left for their morning break. She dragged me to the side of the stage, where some fangirls were asking Dynamight for photos.

"Katsuki!"

I pursed my lips, watching Mrs. Tanaka catching his attention. The older teacher was smaller, looking incredibly small beside the hero but you can see how dignified she walked towards him and Dynamight giving her a smile.

"Mrs. Tanaka, how have you been?" He said as soon as we came closer.

She reached out and gave a motherly pat on Dynamight's cheek, "I've been well. I'm still strong as I had been when we first met. Oh! Let me introduce you to our newest teacher. This is Ms. L/N. She teaches English. Ms. L/N, this is Katsuki Bakugo."

I turned my eyes towards the much taller hero, "It is so nice to meet you, Mr. Dynamight." I gave his outstretched hand a shake, "Your speech was amazing. My students looked pumped to take the UA Entrance Examination."

"Ah," Dynamight nodded curtly, looking back at his former teacher, "I have to leave, Mrs. Tanaka. I only asked my agency to fill in for my absence this morning."

"Oh hush! We still have time. Come and eat with me."

Mrs. Tanaka was my welcoming committee when I entered the school, she made sure I ate every single meal, introduced me to all the teachers, and guided me in my first few months. I really could never say no to her, and apparently even Pro Heroes couldn't either.

She dragged him off, probably to the faculty room where she prepared for their meals. The principal didn't think it was a good idea to keep Dynamight for too long but Mrs. Tanaka insisted.

I told you.

No one can say no to this woman.

I headed straight for class, preparing earlier than usual. Most of my students were already inside their classroom, gushing about the Pro Hero who just visited.

"He is so cool!"

"Is it true he used this same classroom?"

"Ahhh! I can't believe I didn't get his signature!"

I chuckled to myself, watching these kids talk about Dynamight. I knew all about these Pro Heroes, you can see their faces all over the news and their names on the most famous merchandise on the market. It was impossible not to recognize them.

"We saw you meet him, Ms. L/N! What is he like?" A group of girls crowded my table.

"We didn't really talk much. If you want to hear all about him, why don't you ask Mrs. Tanaka?" I answered.

"Ah, her class is so difficult though! I can barely answer her equations!"

"Yumi, you don't listen! That's why!"

I laughed with them before telling them to get back to their seats once the bell rang.

"Alright, let's review the poem I asked you all to read last week. I hope you managed to open your textbooks over the weekend." I wrote the page on the board so they can remember. "Can someone read the first two stanzas for me please?"

A few students raised their hands and my class went on smoothly, until the last stanza.

"Even a thatched hut

May change with a new owner

Into a doll’s-"

I heard Mitsuri give a high-pitched squeal, "Oh my gosh!"

"Mitsu-," My eyes went towards the door and saw Dynamight watching behind the glass. Mrs. Tanaka stood beside him, a smile on her face. "Ah, don't let Dynamight distract you." I giggled softly, giving them a small wave before turning to Mitsuri who became quite red. "Can you continue?"

"Alright Ms." The young girl cleared her throat and looked back at her book, trying to reread her part but she was incredibly distracted by Dynamight.

Was he still-

He was still watching.

But he was watching me.

[thewolfisawake]

Eiji’s downfall wasn’t a natural one. It was one that came about of two elements colliding fantastically. It started with the jealousy of his group mate, Hanshin. To him, Eiji had all the talent and it was made further unfair being the son of a star takarasienne. If there was someone that would be able to break out as a solo, it’d be him. It was made worst that Eiji was so damn humble about it. Such a pretty and gracious idol, Hanshin couldn’t stand it. But he couldn’t do anything lest he ruin himself in the process. At least not anything consciously.

Hanshin’s grudge manifested as an ikiryo. It started causing misfortune for Eiji but it was only as bad as a sprained ankle, a forgotten wallet or a broken phone. Stuff that was inconvenient but not really ruinous. However there were two things that escalated the ikiryo. One was the crossing with a tatarigami, who had wandered after killing the previous victim of its wrath. This tatarigami had devoured the ikiryo, putting Hanshin’s health at risk because it is part of himself being devoured. The tatarigami was attempting to keep its sustenance as it feeds off vengeance. However it couldn’t subsume it. 

This was because of the second occurrence: the grudge intensifying. With Hanshin’s health waning for a while, the others had to made due to cover for his absence. And Eiji, attempting to do right by his group, had visited Hanshin and the latter felt like he was being mocked by the other’s presence. The ikiryo turned jealousy to envy and animosity, allowing it to persist and actually consume the tatarigami. 

From this match made in hell came a malignant force that held its own form without its original creator and the ability to curse at an immense level. It also held a focus--an obsession--with Eiji. The resentment had warped to a drive to drive Eiji to despair and ruin. The only thing holding it back was that this was still a newly formed grudge so it needed time to hone its ability. And while it could manifest on its own, it still held a tie to Hanshin and thus would need his desire to strike. 

The concert became the catalyst since hours prior, news of the agency wanting to pull talents from their ‘class’ had reached them. And that despite a ‘special in’ with some higher up, he found that Eiji was going to be top pick. It awoke the more powerful ikiryo that was looking for where it can start its terror. It was the ‘green eyes’ that had been directed to Eiji’s gaze that allowed it in and planting of its curse. Using a bit of its own existence is what gave Eiji his ‘sight’ that fateful night. 

And while the sight on its own was a curse, the entity is not able to be sated with ‘simple’ misfortune. No, it grows ravenous and sparked the further minor incidents that cemented that Eiji had ‘cracked from the stress.’ But even that isn’t enough for it since this does still contain the tatarigami. With its in to the boy, it vies to shift and rob Eiji of his fortune. 

This is ongoing with failures with agencies and the like; the crumbling relationship with his father and the fallouts in regards to it; and the sight also coming with yokais’ attraction to Eiji. And in some paths, it may get its wish. The knowledge of it having intended and possibly succeeded in stealing his dream and putting him through such adversity would break him. It’d spark such a horrible grudge that’d escalate quickly. And it were able to consume the ikiryo powered by tatarigami...well, that’d be quite a calamity waiting.

[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

Super Long Rambling About Baraou no Souretsu Chapters 30 and 43

Content warning: this meta-or-whatever paints a fictional situation involving dubious consent in a more or less positive light. It is in no way intended to suggest that’s ever a good thing in real life, I just like what it does narratively in the context of this particular work of fiction. Outright sexual assault is briefly mentioned. 

I also want to clarify that when I talk about sex as some kind of breakthrough, it is for this specific character, in this specific fictional scenario: it is not intended to suggest that sex is somehow a necessary part of life for everyone, that asexuality is a negative thing, or that there is anything wrong with abstaining for any reason. 

I wouldn’t call myself a fan of this series. The manga is very pretty. The anime is a trainwreck, and not even in the so-bad-it’s-good kind of way. I’m not at a point in my life where I enjoy tragedy, and the combined Shakespearean and historical influences meant that though Richard did grow on me, I barely got invested in any of the characters because I knew nothing good was going to happen to them.  

That said, I was strangely invested in the way the manga uses sex. Richard has all of these complexes and traumas surrounding his perception of his own body, the perception he knows others would have of it, and what he thinks he is allowed to want. His sexuality is tangled up with his idolization of the crown from his earliest childhood and whatever Freud-would-love-this issues he has surrounding his father. He is convinced that his body makes it impossible to have either: sexual intimacy or the throne. On top of that, repeated sexual assaults and exposure to harmful and manipulative physical relationships have piled on the trauma. 

Both his sexual repression and his denial of his own ambition are constantly symbolized by the thorny vines creeping up tighter and tighter around him over time. 

Henry offers a kind of peace and love that can only happen within the framework of that repression and denial. Run away, live in the forest, reject all ambition, renounce all desire. Love, but never touch. Live, but never grow. Tend sheep and watch the shadow cast by sunlight on stones.

Buckingham, in contrast, lays eyes on Richard and immediately this little brat goes, “Hey. Hey you. You should want things. I’d help you get them. Also you’re kind of hot.” 

(Sidenote, can we talk about age differences for a sec? I know, I know, historical setting yada yada. But come on. Henry VI was 31 years older than Richard III, and in the series Richard is still very much a child when they meet. Richard ends up raising Henry’s grandchild as his own son. Henry Stafford, Duke of Buckingham, was 3 years younger than Richard; borderline peers. ♪ One of these ships is not like the other. ♪)

It’s fascinating that immediately, Buckingham references a forest of thorns between them and the crown. In chapter 43 and the Intermission centered around Buckingham, it becomes clear that he immediately recognizes something in Richard that he sees in himself. They are caged hunters, but hunters nonetheless. He sees the brambles that surround Richard, he even symbolically interacts with them in Chapter 43 (or heck, there’s magic in this, maybe he’s literally pulling them loose with his teeth 😅), and he outright tells Catesby in 44 that he freed Richard from his “thorned fetters”.

When Richard comes to Henry in the Tower, he comes baring himself figuratively and to some degree literally (by dressing in feminine clothes). He comes freely, of his own will. He comes confessing, pleading and praying to be loved. And for a moment there is hope, but their traumas are so deeply incompatible, so mutually triggering. And the rejection he suffers is so brutal, so perfectly aimed at his heart by his mother’s cruelty. Richard dies there, entirely engulfed in a cage of thorns.

Chapter 43 is the opposite. His secrets are hidden, until he is tied down, bared against his will. He has no expectation or hope for anything but a quick death. And he is surprised instead by acceptance and desire. As the realization of someone wanting him in spite of his “cursed” body sinks in, the thorny vines flare up and out, coming loose. And when Buckingham cuts his wrists free, the thorns sever and vanish entirely, leaving him unfettered and naked in a bed of roses, finally free to say, “I want, I want, I want,” and be told, “And so you shall have.” He is reborn there: tragically, still, reborn a demon in his own mind, but this was never going to be a happy story. 

And the sex isn’t sweet, nor even clearly consensual (Richard’s hands being freed did a lot to make my eyebrows unfurrow, but still, Buckingham is much bigger than he is and he’s basically been told it’s this or death -- I don’t think Buckingham was going to kill him, but he would have let him be arrested and presumably executed for treason.) The heavy implication that their covenant is sealed in hymenal blood is...kinda icky but also like, poetic? Covenants are bloody, and marital consummation at the time was expected to involve bleeding, so I’m like, “Geeze, foreplay my dudes. But narratively, neat.” 

Anyway this whole toxic but also sort of healing relationship between the two really grew on me. Then I literally stopped reading the manga when it all fell apart because Buckingham’s motivation was so upsetting to me personally. But I’ll rant about that another time maybe. 

Anyway, I just really like the parallels and contrasts between Chapter 30 and Chapter 43, and I keep reading 43 because it feels so...triumphant? It’s not healthy, but it’s a victory of some kind, to see Richard free and ambitious. 

[2manyfandoms2count]

uhhh is it bad that i'd rather accept physical abuse over the sentidrien theory? anyway, that's something i've always wondered about, since adrien usually seems so tense/on edge around his father, but i figured it either doesn't happen (except 'chat blanc'), or it's not shown because of the nature of the show (a light-hearted cartoon). however, i think the problem with this theory is that adrien is a model, and as such any bruise will be immediately noticed by professionals in the field, or he might just not get modeling jobs. gabriel does seem to idolize his son's looks/career. is there a way your theory can work around this aspect of adrien's life?

Given that the physical abuse/Gabriel's anger management issues and all around bad parenting really don't come out of nowhere in the show and have been set up neatly over all seasons, and as long as you don't condone physical abuse irl, I'd say you're fine haha

Firstly, I think that Adrien's attitude vis à vis Gabriel in early seasons isn't necessarily a reflection of ongoing physical abuse, but rather of not knowing where they stand after Emilie's death (I can't remember if it was also said directly in the show, but Adrien says that Gabriel changed after she passed away in one of the Webisodes). That doesn't mean that there is no abuse going on, since there's definite emotional abuse the rest of the time; Gabriel manipulates Adrien and even others (e.g. Marinette in Chat Blanc) on several occasions, notably using preventing him from going to school as a threat. And after the Collector and his "anger fit" (since that's what Adrien thinks it was, and I think I said before that it can't have been something that was ooc of Gabriel, otherwise it probably would have made Adrien tick), Adrien could still be afraid of the damage Gabriel could do, even if it's not directly targeted at him.

Now to come back to actual physical abuse, I also did wonder about the model aspect when writing my previous post, and my conclusion was that Gabriel would be the type who takes his ring off (with a focus on the gesture) to slap Adrien's face (which in my mind is the "best" way to represent physical abuse, considering the context of the show) - it would be less likely to leave a long-term mark than keeping the ring on (which Gabriel would have thought of before hitting Adrien because of the image it would give out, and the scandal it could potentially cause). This would probably be followed by Gabriel apologising profusely, maybe saying something about being on edge lately, but not developing that point (or saying that it's hard without Emilie), that he really can't stand him standing up to him, but getting an icepack for Adrien's red cheek; I could see Adrien being good about it, apologising himself, but still being rightly emotionally scarred by the slap, to the point of not wanting it to happen again, hence Ephemeral.

The other possibility is Gabriel kept his ring, but struck Adrien somewhere that's concealed by his clothing, e.g. the top of his arms (since apart from that bathing suit photoshoot in Mr Pigeon 72, all of his photoshoots were dressed up), so a bruise wouldn't be visible, and Gabriel wouldn't have to stare at it every time he sees Adrien until it healed.

[miraefmd]

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mirae’s place in the market as ‘the cool girl other girls like’ is one that was present as an idea, but a less defined one, in selene’s debut days and slowly became more solidified over the years into what it is today. she always had more female fans, but her acting roles that were often times the more dark and morally complicated characters in a cast and her fashionable, “model-like” aura, as well as her more outspoken, take-no-shit personality earned her the reputation as a female idol other women would proclaim they were fans of. she’s also a popular idol among lesbian fan communities, which is only helped by her outward appreciation for her female fans. she’s viewed as confident and capable and “coolly” unafraid to push at typical barriers.

this playlist reflects the “girl crush” / popular with women part of her idol image.

i. tomboy - (g)i-dle     —    people say i’m a crazy bitch, what’s the loss to me? curse at me brutally, you’ll lose to me

ii. boyfriend - dove cameron.    —     i could be a better boyfriend than him; i could do the shit that he never did

iii. nightmare - halsey.   —     i've been polite, but won't be caught dead letting a man tell me what i should do with my bed

iv. boss bitch - doja cat.    —     first thing a girl did was a bop. i'm the whole damn cake and the cherry on top

v. outrageous - britney spears.     —     it's 'bout time i hit the streets. all my girls still feeling me. b-girl ain't lost the beat. jumped over drama and i landed on my feet

vi. girl is a gun - halsey.    —      no, i'm not your daydream. i won't have your baby. stop 'cause you're killing my vibe

vii. tomboy - destiny rogers.    —     i'm a girls’ girl. i'm a boss in a man's world. yeah, i can pick and roll, pass, ballerina twirl. skating through the city with my snapback on, still be looking pretty with no makeup on

(spotify)

[mlqcconfessions]

So i think tumblr sent my ask before I could even tell you what’s on my mind. Lol. Oh well. Let me start over, heyyyy!! So big fan of your blog here. ☺️💙 Never fail to brighten my day. May I ask, how do you think it would be like if MC isn’t a producer but have a different job? (Like say, a medic or whatnot) How will she be able to interact with the guys (and possibly fall in love with them?)

Thanks for the request! Sorry this took so long to answer.

To make things interesting, I gave MC the boys’ occupations (minus Shaw, because he doesn’t have a clear job(?) yet). There may be slight spoilers regarding certain backstories. Also, MC will already be in a relationship with the guys.

Enjoy!

MLQC Headcanon - More Jobs than Barbie

Victor (MC as *police officer*)

Victor wasn’t always supportive of you joining the police force

He was concerned that you would be overworked by the other seniors in the station (but who would dare to, honestly)

But when he saw how passionate you were, he quickly changed his mind

He technically owns a part of the station? (as a part of a partnership with LFG)

Despite his extremely busy schedule as THE CEO of THE LFG, he always finds time to pack you lunch

He won’t hear any excuses as to why you had to settle for 3 choux buns today

“Victor, we were trailing a suspect!”

“If you faint on the job, it’s a bother to your co-workers” (he says while feeding you his homemade fried rice)

He was irritated one day when he noticed you came home without your lunch box

“Oh, Tony (bringing back the LEGEND) forgot his, so I shared mine with him”

“........did you now....”

You know that face too well

“Don’t worry! I made him promise to return it tomorrow” (Dummy, that’s not the issue here)

The next day, Victor didn’t leave a lunch box on the table like usual

Maybe it’s because Tony still has my lunch box?

You went to your shift without giving it much thought

Lunchtime came around, but you still didn’t have anything to eat

“MC? Here’s your lunch box” (you turned around to see Tony standing there with your box)

“Ah, thanks!”

“Uh...if you don’t have any plans, do you wanna go eat somewhere?”

“Yeah sure, I didn’t bring food anyways!”

“Who says you don’t have food?”

A chilling voice suddenly appears behind you

“Vi-Victor?” (Tony’s jaw drops in fear)

He’s holding a lunch box you’ve never seen before, stacked with 3 layers of cooking by Souvenir’s finest

He tosses your old lunch box back to Tony

“She won’t be needing this anymore”

Kiro (MC as *neurologist*)

Your work as a scientist was demanding, without a doubt

But it’s not as tiring as answering Kiro’s endless array of questions

“MC! What does this one do?” (Kiro, stop pressing those)

“Will this turn my hair purple?” (Kiro, that’s anesthesia)

“Look at this! My knee is going all bouncy!” (Kiro, put that reflex hammer down)

It’s like setting a kindergartener loose in a zoo

It’s not like you hated him being there when you worked

If anything, it was really adorable (especially when he looked at you so intently with those bright, shining sapphire eyes)

He has his own corner in your lab (he spent 5 days decorating it)

He bought a mini-fridge to hold the sweets, and a pantry for the chips

He doesn’t visit ALL the time, though (and it actually feels lonely without him)

When he has work, he would call beforehand (he says you can eat the cake on the top shelf of the fridge)

Kiro likes taking naps on the couch by your desk

It was originally meant for YOU to use (something about letting your brain rest along with your body)

But he’s the one sleeping in it (Savin has to drag him out when he has a schedule)

Because he’s not authorized to handle the materials in your lab, he just stands close to you while you work

But he INSISTS on wearing a lab coat like yours

“We’re matching, MC! Do I look like a scientist?”

One day he brought stole glasses from his stylist because he wanted to look smarter (gosh he’s precious)

He spends so much time at the center that all the other scientists keep expecting him

Some of them were fans of Kiro, and figured out the way to his heart was by feeding him food

Which was a lie, since the only person he opened his heart to was you

He just doesn’t turn down food

Lucien (MC as *CEO*)

He was always proud to call you his fiancée, especially when you’re running such a huge company as its CEO

Lucien’s job as a neurologist and researcher meant he wasn’t able to be with you for long (and same with you)

You became so lonely that you decided to invest in Lucien’s lab

“MC, are you sure you don’t want to discuss this with Anna and the others?”

“Yeah! I’m just happy I get to see you more often now!”

Lucien laughs softly (What am I going to do with this sunshine)

But that doesn’t mean you’re terrible at your job

If anything, your ability to run one of the biggest companies in Loveland is immeasurable

Before your father passed, he made sure to teach you everything there is to know about entrepreneurship

Thanks to him, and with the help of your trusted employees, you’ve never ran into major problems

You’re happy with your job, and satisfied that you can continue what your father did when he was alive

Plus, you get more time with Lucien

He sometimes visits your office to give reports on how the various projects the lab is working on (it gives you a boost every time)

“Wait, hold that pose!” *click

When he’s reporting, he always changes out of his usual lab coat and into a suit (because he is meeting his “Boss”, after all)

And you take OOTD pictures to save in your hard drive

He never says anything about it

In fact, he enjoys it as much as you do

He loves it even more when your face turns red after Minor walks in on your photoshoot session

“HA HA! Boss, have you been doing this every time Mr. Xu comes?”

You say nothing, and just bury your face on your desk

Lucien doesn’t say anything either, but the smile on his face marginally grows more sinister

Minor senses something is wrong and nearly drops the files he was holding

“We-well, have fun Boss!” (he dashes out the door in an instant)

You look up and see Lucien tidying your messy hair

“What’s wrong with Minor?” (didn’t he bring the files I need to sign?)

“(he tucks your hair behind your ears and smiles) Hmm.... who knows?”

Gavin (MC as *idol*)

He had heard from his sources (Minor) that you graduated Loveland University with a major in the performing arts

He knew you would pursue this field from the beginning

After all, he would listen in on your rehearsals for the plays in high school (he never told you, of course)

He was afraid that you might be uncomfortable if he was there, with all the rumors going around about him

That’s why he never attended any of your plays (he paid no mind to Minor’s constant begging)

Instead he liked sitting on the theater roof, happily drowning himself in your voice (the same voice that saved him that day, when he discovered his Evol)

The day you reunited with him was when you were filming a show outside

He had to do a double-take when he saw you surrounded by cameras and fans (Isn’t that guy getting a little TOO close??)

You actually spotted him too, but pretended not to (you were still caught over the scary rumors about the upperclassman)

But that was nearly a year ago

Now the two of you are in a relationship (something neither of you thought was possible)

He knew you weren’t allowed to date publicly because of scandals, but he still wanted to show off his beautiful “Ginkgo” (which is what your name is saved as on his phone)

The only other person who knows is Minor

He doesn’t go around blabbing about it, but he does tease Gavin any chance he gets

“Hey, Gavin. Guess what I have for you (he hands a limited issue of your exclusive magazine)? There was only 1 copy left, and I got it for you. Now you can go brag to your cop friends”

Gavin promptly yanks the magazine away from Minor, who has an unbelievable grin on his face

“Shut it”

He doesn’t give back the magazine, though

This was such an interesting prompt to write! Thanks to @aliaisreal for the amazing request!