#so good to see them back on stage together

[finelinevogue]

i’m right here

summary - you’re constantly worried about Aaron after a dreadful attack

pairing - aaron hotchner x pregnant!reader

word count - ~1k

You were a little bit emotional to say the least.

If you were to perfectly describe it; You felt a wreck. You were sad and insecure, but you were also hopeful and happy. You were anxious and upset, but you were also relaxed and safe. You were worried and scared, but you were also comfortable and okay.

Feelings were already a lot to deal with, but add in a pregnancy and your emotional baggage will become ten times worse.

Like now, for example.

You felt so warm and safe in bed with your husband, but you were also so damn anxious and sad.

You stared at the wall as you slept on your side, tiny tears dripping from the corners of your eyes.

The room was warm and the bed was comfortable. Aaron was tucked in safely on the other side of the bed. You had started the night with Aaron right behind you, cuddling you like he always does, but he ha drifted away in the night and you really missed him.

He was 20 centimetres away and you missed him.

You looked at the picture on your nightstand. It was a picture of Aaron and Jack, framed in a batman themed frame because that’s what Jack had picked out.

It was taken only weeks before Aaron had been stabbed 9 times, alone, in his apartment, around the early stages of your relationship with him.

2 years on and the incident still scares you.

You blew out a short breath, blinking back the tears, when you felt Aaron’s hand come around your waist. His body slid right back up against yours and his chin rested on your shoulder, but not before leaving a kiss there.

“I’m right here.” He whispered, making your tears spill even more.

Your hand came to rest upon his hand that was on your stomach, stroking calming lines across your swollen belly.

You couldn’t find the words to reply.

“You know, I was just dreaming about you.”

You swallowed back the tears with a smile, rolling your eyes at his silliness. Whatever he was doing was working though.

“Pretty sure I dreamt you were a pirate or something.”

You chuckled at that, thinking that he was going to make up some really lovely dream story but remind you there was nothing better than having the real version of you right there in his arms. Instead he was honest about how he was still dreaming about you as a pirate and had been ever since you dressed as a pirate for halloween.

“You, like always, were on my mind,” Aaron kissed your shoulder again, “But what’s on yours?”

You shook your head, “Nothing good.”

Aaron’s other arm snook underneath your body so he could help carefully turn you around in his hold.

His heart broke a little when he saw how teary and puffy your eyes were. You had clearly been upset for a while but hadn’t wanted to bother him.

“Y/N…” He whispered, cupping a hand on your cheek and wiping your tears. “Talk to me.”

His brows furrowed like he was angry at whatever, or whoever, had made you sad. He had felt ridiculously overprotective ever since he had found out you were pregnant and seeing you cry was the worse sin there was.

“You’re here.” You said softly.

Aaron nodded carefully.

Your hand slowly moved underneath his pyjama t-shirt and traced over the jagged edges of his scars. You knew exactly where each of them were on his chest and you move efficiently between them to count them all again.

Aaron let you do what you needed to do.

After the events of that fateful need 2 years ago, you and Aaron had gone to therapy together to talk through it all. Aaron had found out there that you needed to touch the scars from time-to-time to make sure that they were all sealed and healed. You needed a physical reminder that he was okay now.

If anyone else touched him the way you were then he would feel so uncomfortable and exposed. With you, he felt safe and grounded.

“You need to try and sleep. Get some rest, before trouble comes.” Aaron suggested.

“I c-can’t.”

“Why, sweetheart?”

“In case he comes back. I need to keep you safe.” You said.

“Y/N.” Aaron’s frown softened, finally understanding the reason for your upset.

You were so worried about something bad happening again that it was keeping you up. Aaron needed as much rest as possible with such a stressful job, so you decided you’d take charge of night-watch.

“I need to. I can’t…. I…” You were getting yourself worked up again.

“Look at me.” Aaron’s voice forced you to look his way, “I am right here. Jack is next door. We’re all here and we’re all safe, that much I can promise you.”

“But…” You hiccuped.

Aaron shook his head, “We’re okay. We got the bad guy, we always do.”

“I just.. I keep thinking how alone you must’ve felt…” You cried, “A-and I was out at a-a bar.”

Aaron smiled at you.

“I wasn’t alone.” Aaron picked up your hand gently and rested it over his heart, “You were right here. So was Jack. You both got me through it - all of it.”

You gave out another cry and Aaron knew then that you would be okay, you just needed to understand that he was here now and he was okay.

He brought you closer to him, tucking your head beneath his chin and holding you close against him. He made sure there was room for your bump between you both and cradled you tight.

“I’m right here. I’m safe.” Aaron repeated mindless phrases to you to remind you of the present.

He was okay. You and Jack were okay. You’d all be okay in the end.

[rik0shii]

gdragon with a bubbly!reader who's always so entertaining and energetic. reader is a solo artist from YG company along with bigbang and 2NE1. when the company held a YG family concert, we could see gdragon basically just playing around with reader and fans take notice of this, some even makes an edit of them from the concert.

YG’S WEIRDOS

At the YG Family Concert, G-Dragon couldn’t stop teasing you, from playful banter to dragging you into an unexpected dance break. Fans quickly took notice, and by the next day, viral clips had everyone convinced—he definitely had a soft spot for you.

hiii tysm for requesting❤️❤️❤️ i hope you like this!reposts and comments are appreciated!

The YG Family Concert was always a highlight of the year, bringing together all the artists in one massive, unforgettable event. As expected, you were your usual high-energy, chaotic self, always moving, always hyping up the crowd, and making sure everyone was having fun.

It didn’t take long for fans to notice that G-Dragon seemed especially entertained by you.

From the very beginning, he gravitated toward you, whether it was standing beside you during introductions or laughing at your antics from across the stage. It wasn’t unusual for Jiyong to be playful, but tonight, it felt like he had made it his personal mission to mess with you.

When it was your turn to introduce yourself, you stepped forward with an exaggerated bow, extending your arms dramatically. “Good evening, everyone! I am Y/N, the greatest performer to ever exist—”

Jiyong let out a loud laugh beside you, shaking his head as he took the mic. “I didn’t realize we were doing theatrical introductions tonight.”

Without missing a beat, you turned to him. “Oh? You wanna do one too? Go ahead, make it dramatic.”

Raising an eyebrow, he smirked and gave an overly elegant bow. “G-Dragon. Fashion icon. Genius. Your favorite artist’s favorite artist.”

You clapped, pretending to wipe away a tear. “Beautiful. That was inspiring.”

The playful exchange earned laughter from the crowd, and it was only the beginning.

Later in the night, during BIGBANG’s performance, you were standing at the side of the stage, dancing along like a proper hype person. Jiyong caught sight of you from the middle of the stage, and before you could react, he ran over and grabbed your wrist, pulling you forward.

“Y/N, dance break!” he announced into his mic, giving you absolutely no time to prepare.

The beat dropped, and instinct took over. You committed fully, breaking into the most absurd dance moves imaginable—over-the-top body waves, uncoordinated moonwalks, and random high kicks that made no sense while 2NE1’s CL and Daesung cheered you on.The audience erupted with laughter, and Jiyong was laughing so hard he nearly missed his next line.

When the music finally moved on, you doubled over, catching your breath. He nudged your shoulder, grinning. “I didn’t think you’d actually go for it.”

You crossed your arms and raised your eyebrow dramatically. “Embarrassing myself is my superpower.”

By the next morning, the internet was flooded with clips of your interactions.

One video of Jiyong laughing at your dance break had already hit over two million views. Another edit compiled every moment the two of you shared on stage—him nudging you, laughing at your antics, and literally dragging you into the spotlight. The title? “GD can’t hide his soft spot for Y/N.”

Even your fellow YG artists had started teasing.

“Jiyong, why do you always mess with Y/N?” Taeyang asked during an interview the next day.

Jiyong shrugged, barely holding back a smile. “They’re just… hard to ignore.”

Your phone buzzed not long after.

Jiyong: We’re going viral, troublemaker.

You: I take full responsibility. You’re welcome.

Jiyong: You’re gonna pay for this.

You: Oh? What are you gonna do? Challenge me to another dance battle?

Jiyong: …Don’t tempt me.

If this concert was anything to go by, the next one was going to be even more chaotic.

[sturniololuvz]

I literally love your writing sm!! Can you do one where it takes place in their Italy vlog and reader and Nate are dating and just a day in their life, and paparazzi spots them outside of the hotel? No rush!!!

Yesss!!! i love this !

“Love & Laughs in Milan”

Sturniolos + nate x sister

warnings : none

Introduction:

The Sturniolo Triplets, their younger sister Y/N, and their best friend Nate were in Milan, Italy, for one of the biggest trips of their lives. Prada had invited them to attend a fashion show, and they were documenting every moment of their adventure for a vlog. But between the breathtaking sights, the chaos of traveling, and unexpected paparazzi, things were about to get very interesting—especially for Y/N and Nate.

8:30 AM – Hotel Room Chaos

The camera turned on, shaking slightly before focusing on Matt, who was still lying in bed, his eyes half-open.

“Good morning, vlog,” Matt mumbled, voice raspy from sleep. “It’s way too early, and I don’t know why we agreed to wake up at this time.”

Chris groaned from across the room. “We’re in Italy, bro. You gotta get up and appreciate the culture or whatever.”

Nick, holding the camera, turned it towards Y/N, who was sitting at the small hotel vanity, fixing her hair. “And here we have Y/N, our lovely little sister, who is definitely not a morning person.”

Y/N shot him a glare through the mirror. “I swear to God, Nick, if you shove that camera in my face one more time before I finish getting ready—”

“ANYWAY!” Nick laughed, cutting her off. “We have a busy day ahead of us. Fashion show later, sightseeing now, and—oh—Nate’s finally awake!”

The camera panned to Nate, who had just walked out of his room, hair a mess, rubbing his eyes. “Dude, what time is it?”

“Time for you to get a watch,” Chris joked, throwing a pillow at him.

Y/N chuckled, walking over and handing Nate a coffee. “Here, before you get bullied into oblivion.”

“My savior,” Nate sighed dramatically, taking a sip. He shot her a grateful smile, which she returned—totally unaware that Matt, Nick, and Chris had all exchanged knowing looks.

11:00 AM – Exploring Milan

The group wandered the bustling streets of Milan, their laughter filling the air as they passed by cafes and boutique stores. Y/N was holding Nate’s hand as they strolled together, her eyes sparkling with excitement. They were surrounded by the city’s rich culture, but despite all the beauty, there was only one person she wanted to focus on—Nate.

“I can’t believe we’re actually here,” Y/N said, looking at Nate with a playful grin. “It feels like a dream.”

Nate leaned in closer, dropping his voice. “Well, lucky for you, I’m your personal tour guide.”

“Ha! Sure you are,” Y/N teased, rolling her eyes. “Let’s see how good your ‘guiding’ is when we get lost.”

Chris and Matt, walking behind them, exchanged smirks. “They’re so obvious,” Chris muttered under his breath.

“Dude, they’re practically glued together,” Matt added, chuckling.

Nick, who was filming everything, turned the camera to the triplets and whispered loudly, “You guys do realize Y/N and Nate are way past the “just friends” stage, right?”

The brothers laughed, but Y/N heard the comment and shot them a look over her shoulder. “Shut up, Nick,” she called, rolling her eyes.

“Hey, no need to be embarrassed,” Nick smirked, zooming in on her face. “The world’s gonna know soon enough.”

Before Y/N could respond, Nate wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close with a laugh. “Ignore them,” he whispered in her ear.

Y/N smiled up at him, feeling her cheeks warm. “I am. But I’m not going to let them mess with me.”

1:30 PM – Outside the Hotel

After a fun day of sightseeing, the group made their way back to the hotel, where the vlog continued.

As they stepped outside the lobby, the noise of the city hit them—honking cars, chatter from the crowd, and the distant rumble of trains. But suddenly, the sounds of clicking cameras cut through it all.

Y/N froze, eyes widening. Nate’s hand instinctively found hers, squeezing it.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Matt muttered, his eyes darting around.

Out of nowhere, a few paparazzi cameras flashed in their direction, catching the group off guard.

“Y/N! Are you and Nate dating?” one of the photographers called out, snapping pictures rapidly.

Y/N’s heart raced as she instinctively moved closer to Nate, the flashes overwhelming her for a second. She could feel Nate’s protective presence beside her. He looked unfazed, but Y/N could see the slight tension in his jaw.

“How long have you two been seeing each other?” another photographer shouted.

“Are the triplets okay with this?”

Y/N turned her head sharply toward her brothers, her eyes wide. “This is ridiculous,” she muttered. “Can we just go inside?”

“We might have to deal with this for a bit,” Nate said, his voice calm but firm. He turned to the triplets, who were already standing guard in front of Y/N.

“Yeah,” Nick said, grinning. “We’re used to it by now, but you’re right—this is next level.”

Chris smirked. “But, hey, at least they finally noticed you guys. You two have been lowkey dating for months, and now the world knows.”

Y/N shot him a glare, rolling her eyes. “Oh, please,” she said, trying to laugh it off, but her nerves were clearly showing. “This isn’t how I wanted people to find out.”

Nate squeezed her hand, his voice gentle. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t think this would happen today.”

“It’s not your fault,” she said quickly, shaking her head. “I mean, you’re right—it’s just… a lot.”

Suddenly, the paparazzi’s questions got louder, the flashes more frequent. “Is Nate the reason you’re here in Milan, Y/N?”

“What’s your relationship with the Sturniolo triplets like?”

Feeling the heat of the spotlight, Y/N took a deep breath, looking at her brothers. Then, she turned to Nate, giving him a soft but confident smile. “I’m not hiding anything,” she said, louder now, so the photographers could hear. “Yes, I’m dating Nate. And yes, my brothers know. And if you really want to know about us, just ask us directly.”

For a moment, the flash of cameras stopped, and the photographers quieted down. It was rare to see someone in the spotlight speak up like that. Nate smiled proudly at her, giving her hand another squeeze.

Matt, Nick, and Chris stepped forward protectively, their usual playful demeanor gone. “She’s right,” Matt said with a shrug. “We’ve got nothing to hide.”

“Yeah,” Nick added, flashing a grin. “So keep your questions respectful, alright?”

After a few more minutes of flashing cameras and reporters shouting questions, the paparazzi slowly backed off, realizing that Y/N and Nate weren’t going to give them any juicy gossip.

As they finally entered the hotel, Y/N sighed in relief, turning to Nate. “That was… wild.”

Nate chuckled, pulling her closer. “I’ll protect you from the chaos, babe. But you handled that like a pro.”

Y/N smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Thanks. I guess we’ll just have to get used to this.”

“Looks like it,” Chris said with a wink. “But hey, at least it makes for good content.”

Everyone laughed, the tension finally breaking as the elevator doors closed behind them. The group made their way back to their rooms, ready for more adventures in Milan—but now, with the paparazzi and their secrets out in the open.

End of Vlog Day

[tanghuyuj]

we get, the same! a woonhak smau

#9 - You da man ❤️❤️

synopsis: it’s the start of the new school year and you’re not excited whatsoever. though, your classmate and desk partner, kim woonhak, is beyond excited. you two evidently don’t get along well, bickering left and right. but when you begin to notice small details that woonhak does for you and it seems as if your whole school is just waiting for you to get together, you start to spiral.

warnings: reader dabbles in makeup but makeup is not assigned to a gender as i see it, and shrek the musical. thats it LMAO. 2 attachments + 0.4k written !

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you have been looking forward for this day since jihoon gave you the ticket, which you’re still somewhat suspicious about, but if it means seeing your favorite musical for free? then you won’t ask any questions.

you dressed up all nice for the special occasion, dabbling in some makeup and putting on your favorite fragrance as well.

you were on the way to the theater in your uber, looking out the window with a wide smile plastered on your face.

“what’s the special occasion?” you turned at the question your uber driver asked, as they looked at you through the rear view mirror.

you grinned, “i’m going to watch shrek the musical!”

there was a long moment of silence. an awkward one, at that.

“ah..! i see! i hope you have.. fun?” the driver said, looking away from you with their eyebrows furrowed.

you arrived at the theatre and paid your uber (they still wouldn’t make eye contact with you) before exiting the car. you looked up at the sign in front of you which portrayed the cast in their costumes. shrek, fiona, donkey, and of course, lord farquaad. the sign read: shrek the musical!

you got your ticket checked and was handed the playbill before entering the theatre and when you were inside, your mouth opened in an ‘o’ shape at the beautiful sight before you. the venue was extremely pretty, sporting a dark brown interior and a ceiling with different constellations on it; explaining each of them and their intricate details.

you snapped a few photos of the sight, then started looking around for your seat.

when you found it, you sat on the classic red chair and observed the view from your seat. you were in the back of the orchestra and had a good view from it, being able to see the stage clearly.

you smiled at the view before pulling out your phone to pass time before the musical began. you got there quite early out of excitement so there were still many empty seats, including the one right next to you. you wondered if jihoon had given the other ticket to someone else or if it had just gone to waste.

you decided to text jihoon to ask him this, but as you pulled up your dms between you and said boy, an annoyingly familiar figure started walking down the row with their eyes on the seat right next to you.

kim woonhak.

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[whimsicalpolitical]

perchance matty or ross catches you watching edits of them and deals with you accordingly… perchance

18+ mdni, oral (m receiving)

matty has been holed up in his office for the past couple of hours, leaving you to entertain yourself in the cozy mess of his flat. so naturally, you’re curled up on his couch, scrolling through tiktok, mindlessly flipping past videos—until one stops you dead in your tracks.

an edit of him.

it’s one of those ridiculously well-made ones, the kind with slow-motion clips, flashing lights, and a song that makes everything feel ten times more intense than it already is. on stage, cigarette between his fingers, curls messy and damp with sweat, eyes dark and heavy-lidded.

your mouth actually waters.

you let the video loop a couple of times before tapping on the username. whoever runs the account clearly has a talent—and a bit of an obsession—because their entire page is a shrine to him. edits from every era, every tour, interviews you haven’t even seen before.

you get lost in it, thumb tapping on video after video, admiring him like some fan who doesn’t get to wake up next to him in the morning. because objectively, he’s gorgeous. but it’s more than that—he’s yours. and that fact alone makes you feel like the luckiest person in the world.

so absorbed in your scrolling, you don’t hear him walk in.

"oh, for fuck’s sake," his voice comes from behind you, making you flinch violently.

"jesus christ, matty!" you gasp, clutching your chest.

he’s standing over the back of the couch, arms crossed, a slow, amused smirk creeping across his lips. "are you actually sitting here watching thirst edits of me?"

heat flares across your face. "i mean…" you scramble for an excuse, but really, what’s the point? so instead, you shrug, meeting his gaze with as much confidence as you can muster. "what can i say? you’re fucking hot."

his smirk deepens, eyes flicking between you and the phone still open in your hand. then he shakes his head, exhaling a quiet laugh. "unbelievable."

"not my fault people make good edits."

"not your fault you’re drooling over them either, then?"

"never said that."

he rolls his eyes, but there’s a flicker of something behind them—something smug, something pleased. and then he leans down, voice dropping low and warm.

"well," he murmurs, "i’m done with work now, if you’d rather admire the real thing."

your stomach flips.

matty grins, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you, before reaching for your phone and locking it with a tap. then he tosses it onto the couch beside you.

matty walks around the couch slowly, dragging it out, eyes locked onto yours with that signature mix of amusement and something darker. he stops in front of you, arms still crossed, head tilting slightly.

"so," he muses, dragging the word out. "which bit turns you on most then?”

you blink up at him, playing dumb. "which bit of what?"

he lets out a soft scoff, his tongue running over his teeth. "don’t start."

you bite back a smile, pressing your lips together. matty doesn’t move, just watches you, waiting, a smug little smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. you can tell he’s enjoying this way too much already.

you exhale through your nose, shifting slightly. "consumption," you admit, finally.

matty raises an eyebrow, pretending to think. "consumption," he echoes, letting the word roll off his tongue. then his smirk widens, and he nods in understanding. "right. me touching my dick, then? should’ve actually thought about that.”

you shrug, feigning nonchalance, but your lip catches between your teeth, giving you away.

he laughs, a real one, his head tilting back for a second before he looks at you again, eyes gleaming. "you’re so fucking easy," he teases, shaking his head.

"yeah, well." you push yourself up off the couch slowly, stepping toward him, closing the space between you until there’s barely an inch left. he doesn’t move back, doesn’t look away—just watches, amused, waiting to see what you’ll do.

you press your hands against his chest, fingers splaying out over the fabric of his shirt, and give him a firm push.

he lets himself fall back onto the couch, spreading his legs lazily, looking up at you with an expression so cocky it makes your stomach twist.

you lean down slightly, your voice dropping as you murmur, "what can i say? i love your dick."

matty exhales through his nose, that damn smirk only growing as he runs a slow hand through his curls.

“show me how much, c’mon. get down.”

without a word, you sink down, knees hitting the warm carpet.

"that’s right," matty hums when your hands find his belt buckle.

you undo his belt and pull it through the loops, letting it fall to the floor with a clink. then your fingers undo his jeans, almost tearing them apart by the zipper with your eagerness to see him.

“seen a few videos of me and you’re already this eager,” he chuckles, “you’re mad.”

“only for you.”

as you pull the denim over his hips, you feel his hand softly rest on the crown of your head. a quick glance up tells you he's watching every single thing you're doing, lapping it up like it's the last thing he'll ever see.

“is that right?” he asks rhetorically. he knows everything you do is for him.

you place a gentle kiss to his thigh and pull the waistband of his underwear down, and his cock springs free.

you hum, “m’ yours.”

your hands wrap around him.. you pump him a few times in your hands and he tips his head back, mouth agape.

“exactly. you’re mine, this filthy mouth is mine.”

you lower your head to lick his tip until you finally take him in your mouth. “so pretty,” you whisper.

matty groans audibly, “just like that, darling, fuck.”

you push down as far as your throat will allow before releasing him with a pop, saliva mixed with matty all over your lips.

"that’s it, love," he's mumbling, eyes still screwed shut, hand still knotting in your hair, “know you can get a bit more of me into your mouth.”

you drag your tongue along the underside of his dick, closing your eyes.

when you take him in down to your throat again, he begins moving his hips; bucking up into your mouth. you steady yourself, hands on his upper thighs, and let him, trying not to lower your hand to your cunt to relieve the ache quickly growing there.

“jesus christ, yeah, like that. s’perfect.”

the sounds he's making are enough to make you cum by themselves. he’s panting, moaning, breathing your name, groaning whenever your cheeks hollow.

"you’re a fucking dream, darling. look at you, so fucking sexy.” you pull him back into your mouth. he tastes like sweat and salt and matty.

when he bumps the back of your throat and you gag a little, you notice matty’s head snap down to check on you. his grip on your hair loosens, and you softly gaze back at him, eyes blown with lust, to let him know you're okay.

“easy there,” he says, “don’t be a greedy girl.”

you drag your lips off of his head, a string of saliva still linking your mouth to his reddened tip. you’re panting now, fully turned on by him.

“you’re so fucking hot,” you say trying not to moan, “want you all the time.”

your palms wrap around his length again, pumping and twisting slowly while your tongue flicks over his head.

matty’s breathing heavily and grinning as he watches you, “i know,” he cooes, “i’ve got you. you have me whenever you want to.”

when you let go of him and dip your head down to take him completely, he lets out a deep groan.

“oh fuck,” he moans out, “keep doin’ that.”

his hand falls to the back of your head and he applies a little pressure, fucking into you again.

“want me in your mouth?” he asks.

you nod repeatedly and beg him with your eyes.

“christ, yeah alright. i- jesus.”

when you begin to feel him jerk, you lean back, hands helping him to his high as you hold his head to your bottom lip.

matty’s hand never leaves your head as he twitches, filling your throat and coating your tongue in warm, salty cum. he’s calling your name, breath heaving and hips shuddering.

“fuck, darling,” he breathes out.

he slides out of your mouth. when his orgasm subsides, he watches you lick your lips and swallow his load, before tucking his softening dick under his boxers and pulling his jeans back up.

“you’re mental.”

you watch in a distant haze of ecstasy as matty does his pants up himself and takes your chin in his hand.

breathing heavy, you look up at him, eyes hooded.

"come here," he whispers, and your tired legs hoist you back up to height.

his hand grips your hips and pulls you down into his lap. he doesn’t waste a second to taste himself on your tongue.

you let your eyes fall closed as you breathe each other in.

"so good to me," matty mumbles against your forehead, and you lazily smile, “should thank those girls on tiktok.”

you laugh and shove his shoulder back, “you’re ridiculous.”

“oh?” he grins and wraps your legs around his middle as he stands up, “so you don’t want a reward right now?”

you trail kisses from his cheek down his neck as he carries you to his bedroom, “didn’t say that.”

“s’what i thought.”

[aobhstypwriter]

CRAWLING BACK TO YOU, Kang Sae-byeok x fem reader

In which, Kang Sae-byeok is a pit fighter, getting her money by bloodying up opponents like nothing. After her breakup with you, she catapults herself into the ring every night - but when her victory streak comes to a salty end, she doesn't have anyone else to call. fluff and angst

The white floodlights in the ring light up - illuminating Sae-byeok's body in vibrance. Sweat runs from her temple down her cheek, her hair drenched and messy, hanging down in-front of her eyes as her chin dipped towards the floor. The crowd erupts in malevolent cheers as they catch sight of her - panting and ready for an actually good fight.

She brought her gloved fist right up to her face, ripping at the velcro strap with her teeth - pulling it as tight as possible, her jaw clenching in anguish.

Her abdomen glistened in the stage lights - her ears drowned in screams of biased people who'd pay to see anything get hit. Her opponent hadn't shown themselves yet - and so, she planted her feet - a wet rag strewn around her neck. Before this, she'd dumped her face into a bucket of ice water - trying any attempt to silence her own thoughts.

The announcer called out the woman's name as she stepped into the enclosed space - grimacing as she stared down Sae-byeok with incredulous intent.

Sae watched through worn eyes as the woman gathered all the saliva in her mouth - spitting it out on the mat beside her. She was big, that was for sure - the epitome of muscular.

When Sae-byeok fought, it was the only way she could get lost. So when the announcers called out for the match to begin, she rolled her tongue over her mouthguard and fought.

She usually thought about nothing but victory, her muscles tensing as she moved and slid between hits, throwing her own with staggered breaths and calculated efforts. She practically threw herself forward, packing all her energy into a punch to the face as soon as her opponent's guard dropped. Her gloved fist landed with almost no sound - but the woman had clearly not expected to get punted so hard so quickly due to her surprise reaction.

This was where it went wrong - a first punch to the face?

That was her first mistake. Sae-byeok could see anger arise so quickly in her eyes, clearly she was facing a bad sport. Fortunately, when you face someone like so - they usually lose composure when their emotions take over, and so, she'd be in for force fuelled, inexperienced attacks from here on out.

The woman threw a punch to hit, full of unbridled anger and impulsivity. Sae byeok side stepped it, shoving a shin into her upper thigh, causing her to stumble over before regaining her footing.

Just when Sae had started to believe she had the upper hand, the woman coiled up her body and dispersed a fake, diverting Sae's attention to blocking as her face fell open - available for instant damage. Sure enough, she hit with unpalatable strength right in the jaw.

Sae-byeok snapped her head back, un-eager to lose so quickly. She tried to get another kick in, but the woman had already started to swing her leg up, swiping Sae's ankle. The smaller girl stumbled back, her back meeting the wall of the ring with an unmistakable clang. That one will hurt in the morning, she thought.

The woman charged for her, pinning their bodies together just to get in another punch. Neither one of them could talk, the gum guards in their mouth protecting them from muttering complete filth to one another - but Sae-byeok could easily guess the sentences and unstrung words running through her mind.

A punch to the gut sent her head tilting back into the wall in pain, the air completely knocked from her lungs. It wasn't often that she lost a fight, but it wasn't looking so good. She wondered how she'd explain the injuries to Cheol in the morning, but that was something to worry about later.

That was it - the thought she needed to fight back harder. If she didn't win this bitch-fight, she'd have no money for a motel and none to take her brother to the market tomorrow.

She pushed with everything she had, and eventually the woman gave in for just enough time for Sae byeok to tackle her to the ground, scrambling atop her to throw more punches in. She had only managed a few before she leapt up, able to easily defy Sae's smaller frame - flipping the two of them over.

Sae struggled ineffectively under the lady's grasp, grabbing and hitting at anything she could, feeling ashamed. She'd never gone down this easily.

She braced herself, another punch gearing her way. The smack of the glove was evident throughout even the noisy crowd, Sae's nose erupting into waterfalls of spattered blood, likely staining her white sports bra. With her head pressed against the floor, she seethed in pain ready to give up. But as tears ran from her eyes to the marked floor, the woman would not stop - vengeful of fairness that had never depleted.

After the third hit, Sae-byeok had a flash of a memory, seeing bliss through the train wreck window. She thought of soft sheets, and the sound of your laughter as you lay atop her, placing gentle kisses to her starstruck face where it was now being smashed up with such disdain and intent.

She caught glimpses of your eyes in hers, the snap between love and hate giving her whiplash. It had been a year, and she she never allowed herself to think of you - knowing it would lead to something disastrous like this. She convinced herself it was fine - she had been through worse than a breakup. But it hurt more than it should've, and she could never grasp why. It wasn't just some relationship - it was you.

She had lost count of the hits now, determined again to hit back but the floor was just too inviting - exhaustion hitting her body in waves, actively fighting the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

The pain is so prominent that at first, she doesn't even notice the weight of the woman lift free from her pelvis, permanently struck with this thrumming hurt that thrived precariously in both her mind and her body. She wanted you. She wanted you to be there to pick her up, to tell her it was okay.

She had no-one. She was all alone. And on a random Saturday at 11pm, after getting the shit kicked out go her, she really noticed it.

Everything had been a distraction from what she didn't have, always thinking about money and where she'd get it - but at the same time, drinking it all away at the bar because she couldn't bare to have one sober thought. She just wanted someone to call, someone to take her home and be worried.

She wasn't crying anymore, she knew that. But things still seemed so blurry, unable to get to grips with her surrounds but somehow making out the faint line of a hand, lifted up in victory. Her hands trembled at her sides, tremors of past hiccups and old memories bubbling to the surface minute by minute.

The announcer confirmed the victory, the crowd cheering and booing appropriately - though she knew none of them cared who won or lost. they just wanted a good fight.

The floodlights dimmed, the electrical, insect like buzz softly filtering into the chatter of a lively audience - not one willing to get up and help her.

She raised a hand to her bloodied mouth, throwing the gloves to the side and ripping the guard from her gums, string of saliva and blood forging it to her aching teeth. She swirled her tongue around: no losses. But no relief came with that information - she couldn't care less if she had all her pieces. There would forever be one missing, as long as you were gone.

You got up from your sheets, hair tangled up in the most horrendous nest shape. Your breath smelled of goodnight tea and toothpaste, warm and frothy in your mouth. You were half asleep, and someone was perturbingly ringing the doorbell to your apartment. You raised your phone to your face, seeing no missed calls or anything - making you a little anxious. Who the hell was ringing at 12:57am?

You slyly grabbed a knife from the kitchen, sliding with your fluffy socks on the hardwood as to not make noise. You held it up over your torso, reaching for the latch on the handle and carefully pressing the door open. You swung it forward, pulling the knife out further in-front of you to greet whomever was standing there - body poised and arched like a black cat in the night.

You audibly gasped as you saw her standing there, only her silhouette visible against the flickering light of the accommodation hallway.

This made no difference to you - you could recognise her form anywhere.

"Sae?" you whispered, the name making her instantly lose her composure. Only you had ever called her that.

The knife, once firm between your whitened knuckles, drops to the floor with a mighty clang as you notice her state - hunched posture, cradling her ribs with only a hoodie slung over her shoulders. She's trembling - because of the cold, or the pain, you weren't quite sure. Blood stained her face, running right down from her nose to her lower V-lines. And with chapped lips, she tried her best to speak, but nothing would get past the lump in her throat.

She felt terrible for coming, but she had nowhere else - no one else.

She thought she'd made a big mistake, expecting you to yell and shout and scream at her for showing up. but instead, you leapt forward and hugged Kang Sae-byeok so hard she thought her already tampered ribs might break.

Choked sobs wrung out of the injured girl's mouth as she received the comfort, relief overtaking her body like she'd never felt. It subdued the pain a great deal, as you just rubbed her back in attempts to soothe the never-ending sobs that had been regressed for months.

"It's okay," you lulled, stroking her hair as she curled every part of herself into you. "I'm here."

"I'm sorry," she managed to muster, "I'm so sorry."

Tears start to well in your eyes too - you couldn't stress enough how much you'd worried about her since everything ended. But now that she was here, you'd already made the decision that you weren't letting go again.

She smelled the same - like ground coffee and rain.

You pulled away to examine her face, bringing your palms to her cheeks just to use your thumbs to wipe the tears away. Her tired, somber eyes faltered when looking at you - taking in everything like it was the first time.

"Come on," You soothe, "Lets clean you up."

She nods, tears still falling silently as she continues to shiver. You lift one of her arms over your shoulder, shutting the door beneath the both of you - redirecting her to the bathroom. The hoodie that had been slung on her shoulders falls to the floor as you support her, both of you simply ignoring it.

You place her down on the lidded toilet, instructing her to sit as you turn on the bath tap and and go back to the kitchen, searching your drawers for anything that might help clean her wounds. Eventually after what felt like endless rummaging, you find a rag and some rubbing alcohol.

You rush over to her - her consciousness dipping right before you arrive to catch her. You position yourself in between her legs - kneeling on the cold linoleum to clean her grazed knees first. She winces, grabbing your shoulder in support as you brush the chemicals over the fresh wounds.

"It's alright, it'll only hurt for a second," You assure her, bringing your un-dominant hand up to stroke her hand soothingly.

"Jesus, Sae," you exasperate as you take a closer look at her stomach - delicate purples, pinks and blues starting to brush right into her skin - in all the places she'd been hit. "You better not step in that ring again or I'll beat you up myself."

By the time you're done, the bath is pretty much full to the top - the steam invading every part of the room with mindless heat. It fogs up the mirrors, and you realise that's probably best - you didn't want her seeing herself so bashed up.

"Can you lift your arms?" You ask, wondering if she can even answer. To your surprise, she nods slowly, looking so allured and pained at the same time. She looks excrucially beautiful, like the remnants of a renaissance painting in pieces on your bathroom floor.

She slowly lifts them up above her head, giving you a clear view of every muscle and scar she'd ever obtained or lost. not that you'd never seen her body before - that was hardly it. It just managed to strike you with such tender feelings every time, without fail.

You lifted careful fingers to the hem of her bra, pushing it up to get it right over her head without hurting her further.

She winces as it moves past her face, brushing up against the new blood that wouldn't stop gushing.

"Sorry," you mumble quickly as you throw the ruined thing to the side, unaware that she had shook her head - there was nothing to be sorry about, and Sae stood by that.

"Can you stand up again?" You ask, raising yourself to stand and taking both her hands in yours. She mutters a quiet 'yes' and you nod in acceptance, helping her up with your fingers intertwined.

She grips statically onto you as she comes to stand, using your forearms as crutches; not that you minded at all. You helped her discard her shorts and underwear and lowered her carefully into the bath, making sure she didn't slip up.

The water immediately started to darken with spots of red, as she sat there with her knees pressed up to her chest - sniffling and breathing heavy.

"I'll be right back." you say, leaving her just sitting there to contemplate. You come back soon enough with an empty cup and a bag of ice, ready to give her when she gets out incase she culminates a black eye.

You stroke her black hair back behind her ears, her eyes closing as your fingers run through her scalp; kind of like when a cat pushes their ears back when you pet them. The image makes you smile.

You fill the cup up with bathwater and pour it over her hair, pushing her chin up so that she tilts her neck back. You do this a few more times before grabbing the rag from before just to spot it to her face.

You start at her jawline, carefully washing away the mixture of sweat and blood that ran down her body, bit by bit. Even though her complexion was throbbing with discomfort, she'd never felt more relaxed, more at home.

You place a wet hand to her cheek, forcing her to look at you as you attempt to wipe the rest of the blood away. As you sweep the rag across her cheek, she stares intently at you - a single tear falling precisely down her cheek.

"Hey," you whisper, wiping it away gently with the cloth. "I'm here now. Not going anywhere."

She smiled faintly - igniting a faint glimmer of hope in you. Sae-byeok really couldn't believe all that was happening. There was so much hurt that was so hard to push away - but there you were, with your angelic glow and your devoted selflessness. She'd never loved anyone like she'd loved you. And she really, really did.

"I didn't know where else to go." she tells you, her voice cracking. "I..."

she trails off, unable to compute her own ramblings into anything she'd declare as meaningful.

"Thank you I...I didn't mean to just show up-"

"Shhh,'' you hush. "I know. I was worried about you - I thought something like this might happen."

You laugh shortly, confusing her a little.

"We're broken up for a year and you almost die on me." You joke, looking into her sweet, wounded eyes. Exterior like a lion, soul like a lamb.

"I don't know why you're doing this." her breath hitches in her throat, her pronunciation soft - rather than monotone, like she'd usually utilise. "I don't deserve your forgiveness."

You sigh, finally using the rag to clean her bust bottom lip - brushing your fingers against the cut sensually.

"Because I love you." You confess - the weight unapparent, like you were confessing to leaving a door open on accident, or that you left something at work. To you, it was just true. Nothing but.

Before you could let her reply with anything - you grabbed the shampoo, rubbing it between your palms and then scrubbing it through her short hair as she scrunched up her nose - unbeknownst to the newfound pressure.

You washed It out with the cup again, and then, lathered her hair in conditioner, the soap forming bubbles in the water. You picked one up in your hands - pressing it onto her nose when she wasn't looking - trying your best to cheer her up. She smiled as you smiled back, before reaching up to swipe it off with your thumb.

Afterwards, you grabbed your softest towel and dried her off, letting her wear one of your shirts to bed. You tucked her in and turned the lights off - determined to just give her some space. But in the later hours of the night, you couldn't stop worrying - what if she just...stopped breathing in the middle of the night? Or had gotten punched so many times her brain was ready to give out? It was stupid - you were practically making up reasons to sleep beside her.

But when Sae-byeok awoke from a dream at 3am, and saw you sleeping soundly beside her, she was able to fall into a safe sleep immediately.

Should I do a part 2? <3

also PITFIGHTER SAE-BYEOK AHHHHHHHHHHHH

[emphasisonthehomo]

More Popstar!Au

For context, this takes place right before the first actual concert Buck and Tommy perform together.

Here's Buck in peak drama queen mode.

•

“Tommy Kinard, is that you?”

As Buck turns, a rail thin man with a long beard starts waving his arms like a windmill.

“Oh fuck,” Tommy grumbles under his breath, before saying louder “Artem! Good to see you man, I didn’t know you worked here now.”

Artem comes jogging over, dressed all in black with STAFF in bold letters across his chest.

“Yeah, for a couple years,” Artem says, holding Tommy by his shoulders and shaking him a bit, “Damn dude, tech death doesn’t pay shit if you’re doing this too.”

Buck bristles, and Tommy starts laughing awkwardly.

“I’m here as a favor,” Tommy says, “Last minute thing.”

“Oh really? Cool. Doing sound again? You’re late as fuck if that’s the case,” Artem speaks a mile a minute, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Buck and Eddie are both staring at him.

“No. I’m drumming,” Tommy says, easy as anything.

“For Buckley?” Artem looks cartoonishly shocked.

Honestly? Buck can relate to that. Part of him still can’t believe it. 

“Uh…” Tommy’s eyes are very wide, and they look shockingly blue under the florescent lighting as he glances at Buck. Buck just raises his eyebrows in return. Eddie looks like he can’t decide if he wants to laugh or not.

“As I Lay Dying always needs a new drummer, you don’t have to resort to that,” Artem continues, before laughing hysterically.

“I would genuinely rather choke,” Tommy says, “I gotta go dude. See you around.”

“Cool man,” Artem pats him on the shoulder, “Bye!”

Just as suddenly as he appeared, Artem is jogging off in another direction.

“Sorry about that,” Tommy mumbles, “He’s uh. He’s nice enough, but he’s… a lot.”

“Can he not see?" Eddie sounds bewildered.

“He used to do a lot of mushrooms,” Tommy explains, before speaking to Buck directly “Also I don’t think he knows what you look like.”

“My face is on a 50-foot screen in front of the building,” Buck feels obligated to point out.

“I don’t know,” Tommy says defensively, “I once saw Artem eat a live grasshopper for a McDouble, and that was back when those were only like a dollar. He’s not exactly the brightest crayon in the box.”

“What does he do?” Buck asks, anxiety starting to claw at him, “It’s not stage effects or anything right?”

“Oh no,” Tommy shakes his head immediately, “I don’t know what he does here, but when I’ve worked with him, he’s always done merch.”

“It’ll be fine,” Eddie says confidently, “I don’t think MSG hires people that can ruin shows.”

“I’m going to throw up,” Buck says bluntly.

“C’mon,” Eddie rolls his eyes and grabs at Buck’s hand and starts dragging him further down the hallway, “You need to chill out.”

“I’m going to. Throw. Up.” Buck repeats, but he lets Eddie pull him into the greenroom.

“For real?” Eddie asks, pushing the door open “Or are you being dramatic?”

“I’ll let you know if it’s ever for real,” Buck says sourly, throwing himself onto one of the couches.

Unmoved by Buck’s distress, Eddie just grabs the trashcan in the corner and places it delicately next to Buck’s knee. Buck scowls at him. It’s frustrating, but more than that it’s stupid. Buck knows he’s being difficult, but that doesn’t stop him from doing so.

“I’m going to go grab food,” Eddie says, putting his hands on his hips, “Hey? Tommy?”

“Yeah?” Tommy says, wandering into the greenroom behind them.

“Can you make sure Buck doesn’t leave this room?” Eddie says, placing a hand seriously on the top of Tommy’s shoulder.

“And how exactly am I supposed to do that?” Tommy says, looking amused, “He’s a grown man.”

“Put him in a headlock if you have to,” Eddie continues, “He’s ticklish.” 

“Oh, fuck off,” Buck bristles.

“Ticklish,” Tommy repeats with a sharp nod, “Got it. And what happens when he fires me?”

“He can’t fire you,” Eddie snorts, ���Bobby signs your checks.”

“I sign Bobby’s checks,” Buck says mulishly, crossing his arms and sinking low against the couch cushions, “I’m going to fire you.”

“No, you won’t,” Eddie says easily, before turning to Tommy, “You want anything?”

“I’m good,” Tommy says with a shrug, sitting down on the couch opposite Buck, “I’ll get something later. I gotta go find out where my practice pad is.”

“I’ll ask Bobby if I see him,” Eddie says, already halfway out the door.

“I wanna beer!” Buck calls after him.

Eddie flips him off without looking back, and vanishes down the hallway.

“It’s a bit early for a beer,” Tommy says mildly.

Buck doesn’t bother dignifying that with a response. He makes a point of laying down on the couch and turning his back to Tommy.

“Okay,” Tommy mumbles under his breath, “You’re the boss, you sign Bobby’s checks, you can have a beer at noon.”

Buck doesn’t respond to that either. He’s so tired his eyes hurt. He feels sick to his stomach, and the show is still hours away. He forces himself to breathe slowly and tries to relax against the cushions. There’s movement behind him. Tommy says thank you to someone, and a few minutes later the muted and rhythmic clatter of drum sticks on a practice pad starts up.

It’s a sound Buck’s used to. Lucy uses one as well, though she prefers to limit her warmup to right before going on stage. Tommy isn’t Lucy, a fact that Buck is well aware of, and honestly still irritated by. The noise is comforting in its familiarity all the same.

-tatatata-tatata-tatatata-tata-

He’s a little cold, he should have thought to grab a jacket.

-tatatata-tatata-tatatata-tata-

Buck shifts on the couch and closes his eyes.

-tatatata-tatata-tat-

Buck wakes with a jerk. His face is mashed against the arm of the couch, and there’s a wet smear on his cheek that lets him know he’s been drooling. Gross.

“Wassit?” He grumbles, sitting up and rubbing at his face. A thick black piece of clothing flops down off of his shoulders, and he blinks down at it in confusion.

“Oh, sorry I woke you.”

Buck twists around to see Chimney gingerly closing the door behind him.

“‘m good,” Buck says, “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

He picks up the clothing, turning the fabric over in his hands, and realizes it’s a hoodie. Tommy’s hoodie. It’s soft and well worn, the white screen printing of Tommy's band's insane logo cracked in some places.

Tommy, on the other hand, is nowhere to be seen.

[ohwhataniight]

Toi aussi, tu détestes la vie? - Part 3

Part 2 Part 1

Dance in bars and restaurants Home with anyone who wants Strange he's standing there alone Staring eyes chill me to the bone

Life becomes a steady litany of routine, waking up every morning, going to work, taking care of a growing toddler, dealing with teething and learning to walk together. John is exhausted but accepting. Loss stings, and there are days when he doubts he deserves any of the peace, when he doubts he deserves to be alive and happy. He still doesn’t dare to imagine a good life for himself, not after being left behind, the love of his life gone. But he’s letting the new in.

Molly buys them a Polaroid, and Sherlock orders an inordinate amount of film. He photographs Rosie as she sits in the middle of the carpet, basking in the light coming in through the window, putting a foot in her mouth, rubbing her eyes with chubby fists, throwing a toy across the room, being tossed in the air by John. Through the lens of the Polaroid, Sherlock quietly and dilligently documents their shared existence, archivizes the moments, the building blocks of their new life, as if he’s terrified of their escape.  

John watches Sherlock, as he gives Rosie her bottle, bleary-eyed, first thing in the morning, as he yawns and rubs his eyes with the sleeve of his robe, dishevelled and endearing, three human animals growing together. He pulls the blanket over their curled forms as they nap away on the couch, the toddler safely tucked under the detective’s arm.

One evening, with Rosie under Molly’s care, they find themselves in a dimly lit bar in Camden. They haven’t done that in ages, and John has almost forgotten what it is like to relax, just the two of them. It’s nothing like old times, yet he finds himself clinging to every new experience. They discuss Rosie’s schedule, make some babysitting plans with Mrs. Hudson for the following day, go over the grocery list, then satisfied with themselves, order a glass of whiskey.

Libertango comes on the speakers. John witnesses Sherlock’s lips curling upwards momentarily, only faintly, as if he’s remembering something. He looks distant. John swallows hard.

“Do you remember our dancing lessons?” he asks, and immediately wishes he could take it back. They have danced around charged conversations about the past (their past) for so long, it feels surreal to openly talk about what only they know they’ve shared.

“Of course I remember our dancing lessons, John, you were quite impressionable.”

“And impressive?” John asks with a teasing smile.

“Very impressive.”

Are they... flirting? Did he initiate it? John doesn’t know anything anymore.

“Dance?” Sherlock offers his hand over the table, taking him aback.

“What, now? Here?”

“Yes, John, let’s see the impression you’ll make on the other patrons”.

“Exhibitionist much?” John raises an eyebrow, but takes Sherlock’s hand, feeling his ring burn as it touches warm skin.

They stand up and walk to the empty stage. Sherlock lets him lead. The steps immediately come back to John’s mind, and suddenly he doesn’t care anymore about the inquisitive eyes that follow them as they sway around the ballroom. He remembers Mary’s smaller form in his arms. This is... different. Still intoxicating, but different. Different even from those first dances they shared together behind closed curtains, at Baker Street. Maybe he’s just drunk. Or maybe he’s been brought into this world solely to hold Sherlock Holmes.

“Your skills are indeed very impressive,” Sherlock hums, leaning down so that their foreheads almost touch. John longs to taste the rosey lips, to bury his face in the crook of Sherlock’s neck, to claim him as his own. He’s been used to these thoughts lately. He has almost accepted them, learnt to live with them. And yet, he finds himself wanting more, craving everything that Sherlock is willing to give him.

They pay and stumble out of the bar, bury their cold hands into their pockets and walk side by side without really talking, thick icy clouds emitted from their mouths. They even stop over the Thames for a moment, to share a cigarette. “My last one,” Sherlock grins. John raises an eyebrow. “Then better make the most of it,” he says, taking the cig between his lips and taking a deep drag that burns his lungs, decades after his last smoke. He knows it’s not what they should be doing, but he wants to do everything with Sherlock. He wants to know what the smoke tarring his lungs tastes like, and then he wants to walk by his side as he cuts down on the old habit. But he’s giving him this.

Sherlock leans over the railings of the bridge. The soft breeze plays with his hair, tousling it, as they watch the glittering lights from the scyscrapers cranes and  floating on the water surface. John takes another drag, then turns to face him. Sherlock’s eyes have a glint in them as he turns from London to John. “Beautiful,” he mutters. John remembers the time he was waxing poetic about the stars, it feels like a lifetime ago.

He leans over the bridge, over Sherlock, and touches his chin with his thumb. Sherlock turns around with a look of bewilderment in his eyes. With a single inhale John kisses him, softly at first, an exploration, then bringing his hands around Sherlock’s neck and pulling him in. Sherlock responds with fervour, throwing his arms around John’s neck and slowly exploring his mouth as London watches.

They never want to stop dancing.

To be continued...

[princessmaeee]

Let Me Show You _ Sneak Peak

L e t. M e. S h o w. Y o u Working on some Valentin's day One Shot and I noticed a Lot of people seem to Love TOP/ Seung Hyun stories, so one of those One Shot will be about him and there's a little Sneak Peak of it. Nothing too wild, but YES It will contain S M U T in the full version.

The idea it's that Reader have a lot of presure on her Shoulders since she's the leader of her group and want everything to be perfect. Her and Seung Hyun didn't date since that long, aroud six months and she have some bad experience with her ex so she fear some situation, like intimacy. She's use to not be satisfed and she just hate that, so when her current boyfriend offer her to bring her somewhere for the week end, she definatly gonna freak out.

You were a rising star at YG since you debuted last year. At first, you were supposed to be a solo artist but you ended up being part of a girl group with Six Other girls. Your concept was about rainbow colors and  every girl had a Color assigned. You were the red and since it’s the first color of the rainbow, you were also the leader. You didn’t like any of that and it just put pressure on your shoulders. When your first vidéo came out, all the group wore an outfit with their assigned color for eyes, hair, makeup and accessories. It gave you magical girl energy and you liked it. 

As the leader of the group, you always made sure every girl ate enough or had enough sleep. You even helped every of them with every choreography until late at night if they needed it. You even wrote songs for the group and one of them was your third Music vidéo. The vidéo and song was a huge hit, making you and the other girls win an award for it.

Since your debut, you were alway on a rush and stressed, but you never showed it to anybody, cause you were the leader and no one had to see you in a desperate stage, except your boyfriend ; Seung Hyun. 

As much as you wished he never saw you like this, that’s how you first met. It was during your choreo training for your third music vidéo, you stayed until midnight at the studio to work on some moves that you missed or felt like you needed more practice and also because you needed to evacuate some feeling. You boyfriend, a guy from another group who debuted before you just dumped you this afternoon, by text. Since he’s a famous singer now, he didn’t have time for you, but you also know that the real reason it’s because he probably found someone else. You noticed how distant he was the last months and how less you talked in your day even if it was only messages. And when you were together, he was always on his phone and way less cuddly with you.

So that night, when you missed a step and fell on the ground you just exploded, letting go of your emotions as you cried alone in the studio.

That’s when he found you. He was on his way to leave to go back home but was anxious to hear someone cry. When you saw him in the studio, asking you if everything was okay, you wiped your tears and said it was fine, even if you were not. You didn’t recognize him at first, too tired to care anyway.

He invited you for a drink and you agreed. With a little bit of alcohol you explained what happened and he listened to you. He even drove you back home and paid for the drinks. 

The next morning, you were early at the studio, still tired and a little bit hungover from last night. The girls asked you about what happened for you to come back so late and you explained everything when you were on your training break. That’s when you met him again. He entered the studio and came to you under the eyes full of admiration of the other girls. He gave you a bottle of water and a Sandwich.

«-You seem to be like Ji Yong. A great Leader, really devoted to his work who keeps a lot of things inside and gives a lot of himself in everything, but he often forgets himself and his basic needs, like eating. So, please don’t forget it and get a good night of sleep. It’s for your own good. »

You were Speechless but thanked him. That’s when it hit. You recognize him, he was the rapper from the famous group of YG ; TOP from Big Bang. At first you felt Stupid to not have recognized him and embarrassed of how he saw you last night.

The next day, after a good night of sleep, you stopped by a coffee shop to bring him a little something and that’s how, slowly you started to develop feelings for each other. Seung Hyun was older than You but you didn’t care, he was a nice guy who truly cared about you and openly showed it and so you did. 

And that’s how you found yourself there. Valentine's Day was soon and Seung Hyun and you dated for  six months already. Everything felt like a dream even if you didn’t have a lot of time for the two of you. But this morning, when you received a text from him, everything felt different. 

‘’ - I have a surprise for you this weekend, gonna pick you up at 5 Pm. Get ready for three days and pack something cold. ‘’

This weekend, it's going to be Valentine's day and  Valentine's Day says couple activity and couple activity mean Romance and normally romance and couple activity lead to sex, which you didn’t want to. You never liked it, you only did it with you ex cause he didn’t give you a choice, mostly. It was more like we have to do it cause we are a couple and you feared he could cheat you. If You refused cause he already said it when he started to get famous. So as much as you want to have more time with Seung Hyun, it also freaks the shit out of you.

‘’ - Can We ? I’m not sure our managers will approve if we leave for that long.’’ ‘’ - No worries, I already setted up everything. And trust me, you definitely need those days off ‘’ ‘’ - Yeah, I Guess. I’m just worry for my group ‘’ ‘’ - Do you prefer to do something else ? I don’t want to force you to do anything, he just wanted to do something special for the weekend, but if you prefer something after work I can organize it. ‘’

You felt bad for a moment and got more anxious. 

‘’ - No it’s fine, I’m just… you know, I’m the leader after all, I have to make everything perfect.’’ ‘’ - And that’s why you need some days off, my love. Trust me on that, you will enjoy it.’’ ‘’ -Oh I Trust you, I’m sorry.’’ ‘’ - Don’t it’s fine ;) So, Friday at 5 Pm ? ‘’ ‘’ - Yeah, can’t wait ‘’

[ruinme-please]

Sleep Token at BMTH support tour, Australia 2024 (x)

[moe-broey]

First order of business.

Divorce Timeline.

[monpanache]

Fiyero and Nessarose should be best friends methinks

[gothambelfry]

no one is obligated to like characters but lying & pretending abt importance to a story is just silly

[franeridan]

no but talking about the beginning of the kaido fight i dunno if it's just a personality of the characters involved sort of thing but i love the difference between the way lu zoro and law interact with each other vs with kidd and killer, there's an ease to their working off each other that's missing from how they move around kidd n killer and you would say it's normal since they've spent months together by then and all three of them fought doflamingo together already, but i love that oda keeps these things in mind when writing dynamics sm

[n0bluev]

I have not writen a fic for them or even pondered on it for more than 1 full minute a couple months ago (aka im part of the problem)

BUT MINE. HAS. FOUUUUR RESULTS ON AO3. 4.

ALL UNDER 4k (im being generous cuz two of them are in the hundreds TT)

THERES NOT EVEN A PAGE ON FANDOM

(upon this dawning on me the first time, i broke, but rly it just means i should become captain BECAUSE WHAT THE HELL.)

forever stuck between 'i hate it here no one understands me ueue' & 'i should just gatekeep this out of spite'

Edit: ive looked more closely. In one of them theyre shipped with a third character (mentionned unclearly in my tags under here lol (basically: i love him too, but no)) : DISQUALIFIED (until further notice (ill still read it, ive got nothing to lose. Its short n sweet fluff)) And in another one theyre just a background relationship TT : DISQUALIFIED (same thing: for NOW) The other two, where they should be the main subject, are the shorter (~500words) ones 😭😭😭😭

Reblog and put your rare pair in the tags/comments! I want to see the depths people will go to create, for the most random two characters in the most obscure media.

[webism]

pornstar!toji who is known for being easy with his scenes. he's there for a good fuck and an even better paycheck: it doesn't matter who, or where, or how... if he's being paid he will do it. he doesn't mind getting nasty, and so he's often booked for more exotic scenes. he fucks good, and he fucks a lot.

pornstar!toji who is strapped for cash one week after an unfortunate loss on the horses, and takes the first scene offered to him. a vanilla fuck with a new-to-the-scene pornstar with potential... at least that's what his agent, shiu, tells him. he's confused on what potential he's hinting at until he rocks up ten minutes late to the shoot and lays eyes on you, already naked and on the stage bed. you have a look to you that makes a man like toji feel obliged to drop to his knees.

pornstar!toji who is already harder than he has been in a long time when shiu clarifies that when he called you 'new to the scene' he meant it: this is your first porn shoot. and though you're not a virgin, toji has the honour of taking your first time on camera... and god does he love the thought.

pornstar!toji who is greeted with a small smile and a soft 'hello' from you, shy beneath his gaze as if you aren't naked and soon to be stuffed full of his cock. he watches your eyes shift, from his piercing eyes to his beautifully scarred lip to the gorgeous tone of his body, all the way down to his awfully large cock. he can tell you're nervous, worried about taking all of him on film.

pornstar!toji who isnt good with gentle comforts, but still wants you to feel at ease with him. so, despite his instructions for a simple fuck scene, toji attacks you with deep kisses first, gets you used to the burning heat of his body against yours. and when you're melted enough against his skin he trails down and eats you out for a long twenty minutes. production would try and stop him, but he's already tipsy on your taste and the moans leaving your lips are, frankly, made for porn.

pornstar!toji who revels in the way your back arches off the mattress—he'd accuse you of putting on a show for the cameras if your hips weren't bucking up against his face in an almost primal need. he can taste it on you, the genuine lust, the way you drip wet on his tongue and still grab at his hair for more. and when he gives you more—when he finally slips his cock into you—he can't help himself from groaning out something needy. he's the silent type, letting his costar take center stage, but god can he not keep quiet feeling your walls wrapped around him.

pornstar!toji who has never had an issue with porn before, but with your legs wrapped around his waist, your eyes locked onto his as he pumps in and out of you with white hot need, he finds he hates the thought of anyone else seeing you like this. he's not a possessive man, he shouldn't feel this way, but he does. even the watchful stares of the cameramen piss him off, and he finds his hips moving faster and his cock nestling deeper inside of you just to show them that he's the one pleasing you.

pornstar!toji who can't help but kiss you as you both cum in unison. he ruins the shot, the cameras cant see your orgasm face when he's swallowing your moans like they're sweet wine. he's surprised his pay doesn't get cut for it.

when pornstar!toji does get paid, it's the first cheque in a very long time that he doesn't blow the same night it comes through. because he doesn't have time to go out and waste his money: he's at home fucking his fist to the film you made together and mentally degrading himself for being so pussy whipped. he strokes himself in time with his own thrusts in the video, and tries so desperately to recall your taste on his tongue, but its fruitless. he's agitated and sexually frustrated and keeps reloading your personal pages to see if you've filmed with anyone since him.

pornstar!toji who becomes so lost in his own mind that he starts turning down shoots with other actors—shoots with good pay. he's done everything under the sun, done all the hardcore porn and weird fetish content but now that he's gotten a fresh taste of plain passion sex with you, he can't stomach anything else. he'd say your name, he knows it—and it doesn't help that he hasn't been able to reach orgasm for a week without thinking of you.

pornstar!toji who, after three weeks of pure misery, decides to make a move. he doesn't do dates or romantic nights on the town. he doesn't do flowers or sweet nothings or eye contact even, but he finds himself contacting shiu and threatening the poor man in hopes of your real name, your address, anything.

and you, late one evening fucking yourself on your fingers to the brink of frustrated tears because they're not his cock. even more disgruntled when theres a pounding knock at your front door, and after cleaning yourself up a little you swing it open to find pornstar!toji stood in the rain outside. and you can only take him in—his heavy build and desperate eyes—before he's crashing his lips against yours, walking you into your own home and kicking the door shut behind him.