Title: Down The Rabbit Hole (The Broken Tea Cup Awaits) 
Rating: G
Pairing: G-Ri
Word Count: 1359
Genre: AR, Angst
Summary: He had just asked me to meet him in Wonderland. And I promised I would. 
AN: For vvipforseungri aka Martina because I know she loves Alice in Wonderland. 

He had just asked me to meet him in wonderland. And I promised I would. 

“You’re not lying right, you’ll really meet me?”

And I turned to him all smiles and eye rolls because he was Jiyong and he always asked the crazy impossible things. But I was Seungri and I always believed I could do it and so I nodded. I would always agree. Jiyong’s wishes were always grand and with him we probably were already in wonderland.

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Title: Hell hath no fury like a dragon  
Rating: NC-17 
Pairing: G-Ri
Word Count: 1998
Genre: Pwp and crack
Summary: The punishment of Lee Seungri by Kwon Jiyong
Warning: Breath play and such
AN: So I felt like I should write about what Kwon Jiyong does to Seungri when maknae has been a naughty boy. I find it funny that this is the thing that breaks through my writers block.

It would be an understatement to say he wasn’t scared shitless to fly back to Korea. His hands were already shaking and no amount of airplane alcohol could stop him from having a nervous tick in his eye. It was a well known fact Sajang-nim’s scolding could burn holes through ones skull, but no, he had far worse to contend with. 

His leg bounced up and down counting the seconds as the plane came to a stuttering stop on the runway. He had stayed in Japan through the scandal and thankfully — albeit it only made him more fearful — he only received calls and condemnation from the higher ups. And his manager’s rant didn’t even faze him (he couldn’t touch any of his members let alone Sajang-nim when it came to disciplining). 

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Title: Red Eyes Suit So Few
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Seungri/CL
Length: 2428
Summary: Batman never really could get with Catwoman anyway 
Warnings: Drugs, sexual situations (not too explicit), all that good stuff.
Notes: This turned out a loooot differently than I had intended. Heavily inspired by the songs You and Tequila, Wide Awake, Just Tonight, and The Harold Song. And 100 points for whoever knows where the title came from.

Remix for Seungri Fic Fest, Prompt: Ri meets Catwoman during a masquerade party.

The Cheshire shape of her mouth caught his eye first. Lip gloss clung to the rosy set that his eyes stayed glued to. He looked away when he felt the deep colored eyes flash his way. Sweat trickled down his back slow. Everything was hazy, the dim light of the club they were in for the night, the smoke drifting upwards from Jiyong and Seunghyun’s always lit cigarettes, the amber of the liquor that stung his throat as he drank, it was all a blur and fuzzy in his mind. His eyes never stayed on anything too long. The one thing that was focused, sharp, within the packed and suffocating place were her lips, and the light trill of her laugh, the hair that swept behind her back, the short manicured nails now holding a glass. She was too in focus while he was too out.

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Pairing: CL/Seungri
Rating: M
Genre: It’s kinda just PWP
Summary: And let the games begin

Cat and dog that was what their relationship came down to. And it was like cat and dog all nails and teeth. She couldn’t tell where the fighting ended and the relationship began. She didn’t even know if it could be labeled a relationship. A rivalry? Friendship? Business partners? Either way, she mulled over the fact of being the dog or cat.

She was willing to be a cat as long as Seungri was a Chihuahua. Her eyes wandered across the table to stare at the infuriating face of the boy who was a panda, that was a dog, who she thought was an ass. He of course was oblivious to his own asinine ways and so flirted with her maknae. She wasn’t worried about Minzy though, they talked enough for her to know what Seungri was, an ass, a playboy, and could not be trusted. At any cost. Chaerin had to admit he was charming in a stupid, infuriating way. And she did love to push his buttons. Standing she stalked over, her heels hitting the floor with a resounding, crack, crack, crack. Her lips curved into a satisfied smile, she saw his shoulders tense and his lips still, and when she slid her hand onto his shoulder giving it a less than nice squeeze she heard the audible gasp.

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Pairing: Gri (main) – Gtop (side)
Rating: R – for scenes of abuse
Genre: Angst
Summary: I’ll hug you until you break

A/N: This is another crack at me writing in first person. First time writing close to 2000 words in a long time ;; that makes me happy lol. I should be working on my fic mix work u_u I’ll get to that soon.

I see the bruises even though you’ve covered them in makeup. They’re faint but I see them, a deep blue and dark black with a hint of bright yellow. I wonder if everyone else does too and whether they ignore it like I do.

I also see the strain in your eyes, the way you wince today, the sharp intake of breath when I hug you, not tightly, but still too tight. Do they see it? Do you see that I see? That I know? Do you blame me? Hate me? Because I do. 

My fingers brush against your wrist and you pull back. I tell you to stop and I see the flash of fear and too quick memories. Hyung I’m not like that. Don’t you know that? 

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Summary: Muses are hard to come by.

Pairing: Gri

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Angst

A/N: Every time I see Jiyong’s She’s Gone mv I think of Edward Scissorhands…the hair reminds me of Edward, lol. It’s weird and idk what I’m saying. And there’s a reason I don’t write in first person lol.

Kwon Jiyong is a musical genius. I know that, the whole world knows that, but Kwon Jiyong has lost his muse, not a single drop of ink to paper has been made, no flowing lyrics dropped from his brain like rain, no melodies blowing soft and slow behind his, now always, closed door. The dorm is eerily silent, has been for awhile, ever since I stopped loving Kwon Jiyong.

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Summary: things are complicated

Rating: G

Genre: Angst

A/n: so this is so not what I should be working on but enjoy anyway. Shift tense and errors abound I think lol.

Complicated, everything was complicated. Complicated like Seungri flirting with the interviewer and Daesung sitting there his mouth growing tighter and thinner. Complicated like the quick stolen kiss alone, when the dorms were quiet and the fear of members coming back were gone. Complicated like the tense set of Seungri’s shoulders at Jiyong’s hand on his back and the quick sharp look from Daesung shot his way at the wrong words or phrasing he just said.

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Summary: Waking up with GRi

A/N: Trying my hand at writing a little fluff, don’t know how well this turned out but hope you like it. I started writing this and then Faith Hill’s Breathe came on and I sort of mixed elements of that song in this. 

A ray of light slipped through the partly cracked blinds landing across Seungri’s face. He blinked open his eyes squinting. He turned his head away from the light and reached his hand toward the other side of the bed. His fingers met with soft, warm skin. A smile curled over his features as he looked at the person beside him. Jiyong was peaceful in his sleep. The worries that plagued him in his waking hours gone from his mind as he wandered the land of dreams, dreams that he hoped were filled with him. Seungri turned toward his sleeping lover and curled his hand under his head, watching, just watching. The sun danced lightly on his face, making Seungri’s breath catch, it was truly breathtaking. 

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Disclaimer: T.O.P/Seungri one shot.Has adult concepts so if your not comfortable with that don’t read this. 

A/N:Taken from a prompt by ymo1157. Hope you like it!  Prompt~ Goodbye

Choi Seunghyun sat in the dark a glass of red wine lazily held in his grip. He brought the glass to his lips and gulped the last of the liquid. He stared at the empty remnants blankly. Normally when he sat drinking he’d think about the day’s events, plan schedules, and just ponder his life. But now he tried his hardest not to think about the day, he’d rather drown his sorrows in the bottle and forget everything. He got up shakily and made his way to his always stocked liquor cabinet.

It wasn’t a secret Seunghyun liked to drink. Wine, beer, bourbon, vodka it didn’t matter as long as he could get a little buzz. He had never thought of himself as an alcoholic he just liked to drink. Of course he was sure all alcoholics liked to drink so maybe he was in denial. Whatever it didn’t matter to him, he searched over the bottles searching for nothing in particular. His eyes blurrily read the words whiskey. He smiled. Whiskey was a good choice tonight. He needed that burning sensation; maybe it would get rid of the burn in his heart.

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