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yorsgirl · 15 days

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Guide me?With Pleasure

Sukuna x Fem!Reader (ft. Yorozu)

Synopsis: Better than being hostile to the other woman, have her fall for you. Lowkey, have your boyfriend jealous as well.

Tropes: Established relationship

Warnings: Strong language, suggestive, cheating(maybe?) implied stalking, smoking, jealous!Sukuna(cause he's a adorable baby), Reader is kinda hateable, kinda toxic relationship, this series or wtv is almost satrical so just give the logical side of your brain a rest and enjoy, usage of nicknames, no mentions of y/n.

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: I am so scared to post this after that mega fucking blunder but whatever this was promised so here it is :)

Credits to @cursedvibes for making this post which helped me characterize Yorozu in this one.

Previous (recommended to read)

You had every quality of being the perfect boyfriend. But you were born as a girl.

Don't believe it? Let's rewind back to last Friday night.

Leaning against the wall in front of Yorozu's dormitory, you patiently wait for her while scrolling through your phone. Your watched ticked - 7:05 PM Given, it is significantly earlier than the perceived dinner time in your area. However, only dinner isn't in your list tonight. Could've worked with only a dinner but no, that's like bare minimum. Like come on, if you are taking out Yorozu on a date then you were determined to make it a memorable one.

Laughable, indeed it is. Who could've guessed? You were taking out the woman-the one considered to be the other woman in your relationship - on a date.

Life has a funny sense of humor.

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"I was hurt," You proclaim with a furrow of eyebrows.

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused." You snicker, stepping up to the black-haired woman who gazed at you with a perplexed look. "But why didn't you text me, sweetheart? I was waiting for, you know."

"Stop calling me that." Annoyance laced her tone. "I don't even know you-"

"We are classmates."

"Doesn't fucking matter, I am not interested."

"Now, that hurt for real." You state, keeping your fist over your chest. "Its fine though, I don't mind. I just wanted to let you know the details of our date-"

"I am not going on any date with you. Now leave me the fuck alone." She turned on her heels, moments from sprinting out from your vicinity.

"Hey, wait-"

You had no plan on letting her leave so quick. It was difficult enough to locate her in your vast college campus. Like damn- you didn't know none of your subjects matched with her except ecology but you had switched it to additional so you it was seldom you attended that lecture. (Just enough times to fulfil the attendance quota). However, this time you attended it in order to meet her.

"What now?" She glanced back, a glare directly aimed at you; making you swallow a lump.

Two thoughts rang in your mind at that second.

First - damn, that's scary.

Second - damn, that's hot.

You sighed, clasping your hand behind your back, "See, its fine if you don't want to go on a date. Why don't you keep it platonic then? Like friends-"

"You're not my friend."

"I can be." You sheepishly smile causing her to roll her eyes. "Come on, it won't be that bad."

With an irritated scowl, she asks, "Will you stop bothering me if I say yes?"

"Can you exempt a pick-up line or two in between?"

"That's it. I am leaving."

"Wait, wait- fine. I will not bother you again."

"You swear?" She tilts her aside.

"I swear."

"Fine."

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Fine, you agree you were overbearing. While sinking into the sheets that night and playing the day's events on repeat, you got second hand embarrassment at your persuasive attitude.

You keep your phone inside your purse once the sound of a door opening reached your ears. Mesmerized would be an understatement. Your eyes widened, lips parting as you stand watching the girl walk out of her dorm.

Yorozu didn't dress up in anything extravagant. Just a casual outfit with a touch of make up. Man did it not enchance her features? You were aware she was beautiful but now- you were wonderstruck.

God, women are the prettiest.

"My, you look gorgeous." You state breathily, almost transfixed by her.

"Not for yo–"

You hold a red tulip before her face – halting her speech. A smile graces your lips as you tilt your head aside, "I know but there's no harm in stating the obvious, is it?"

Yorozu accepts the flower, gazing at it with suspicion and mild awe. The soft, honey-like fragrance hits her, she raises an eyebrow, "What's this for?"

"A pretty flower for a pretty girl."

"You said you wouldn't flirt."

"As I said, stating the obvious. That's not flirting," You shrug, putting emphasis on the particular word. Offering her your hand, you asked, "So, shall we?"

She looks at you skeptically then at your hand before walking towards the exit on her own; without a word.

Her attitude is in sharp contrast to her face.

(Could you blame her though? You coerced her into this outing the first place.)

You sigh, running up to her then falling on step. The cool evening air hit your skin, strands of your hair blowing with the wind – you push the ones back which clouded your vision.

You can just hope this doesn't turn negative.

Fifteen minutes into this, none of you speak a word.

In your defence, you don't know what to say; besides, striking up an ideal conversation on your own isn't your forte. Yorozu doesn't make the effort to converse with you either, glancing at the streets or up ahead. It's kind of awkward however not completely. You can thank the cars and bikes speeding on the road to cut through the tension.

Tension... that reminds you of someone else and that someone else didn't make the effort to call you one single time. You grit your teeth, inwardly fuming at the lack of concern. Sure, you told him all about this little plan of yours and all he was like - enjoy.

Seriously? Enjoy?

No, not his problem. Just mine to keep any ounce of expectation.

You sarcastically thought, throwing silent profanities inside your mind. Until you hear Yorozu speakp, "Where are we going?"

You hum, stealing a glance at her. Tipping your chin forward to the end of the pavement, you answer, "Somewhere you'll like."

"And if I don't?"

"You will."

She looks at you, raising an eyebrow. "You sure are confident."

"Why? Thank you."

"That wasn't a compliment."

"Sure, sweetie." You pinch your lips together, stifling the chuckle on your lips.

Twenty minutes later, which includes a ten minute bus ride, both of you were arrived at your chosen location. You smile as the establishment comes into view.

"Here we are."

Yorozu halts just beside you, her eyes widening when the realization dawns on her. "This place–"

"Mino insectarium," You say, clasping your hands behind your back as you take a once over at the sign board in front of it. Turning to her, you continue, "I heard from a friend of yours that you are interested in entomology, so–" You trail off, shrugging. "Do you like it?"

Surprise betrayed Yorozu's features. She stares at you for a second; at the insectarium the next, then back at you. She doesn't speak at first and you are left on the verge to contemplate on your own if this was a good enough place.

The doubts clear out when a grin cracks on her lips, the corner of her eyes crinkle. Her eyes gleam under the streetlight; that's the moment you realize just how pretty this woman looked while smiling.

"I love it." She affirms, the enthusiasm in her tone doesn't elude you.

"Told you."

"You did."

"Now," You start, running your fingers through your hair. "I am a novice in case of insects–" You take that she understands what you're implying when she nods. You try your luck again. Holding up your hand.

"Guide me?"

"With pleasure."

Yorozu takes your hand this time, tugging you towards the entrance; you struggle, trying to keep up with her excitement.

That smile doesn't leave her for the rest of your date.

Two remarkable things happened in this date.

First: You learnt that Yorozu just isn't interested in insects. She's fucking obsessed.

And mind you, that obsession turned enthusiasm is what raises Yorozu's rank in your book. She walks you through with every little knowledge she has of these little creatures; from their habitats to their intricate nervous system and more. You can agree sometimes you lose do track with all these informations but- but its still fun. (Like did you know some some larvae of fireflies are predatory and they mimic other fireflies to attract and consume them?)

Don't you just love it when people talk so passionately about subjects they love?

Second: You earned a nickname.

This stems from when you both walked into the beetle section.

"You're like a beetle, you know."

Caught off-guard, you pivot towards her; she's looking at the mentioned creatures. The varieties take up a wall, each with a different colour, shape and size – placed on a wall in such a way that it creates an illusion of a larger beetle.

Creativity never goes out of style.

"Why do you think so?" You ask.

"Why not? You resemble them."

"How?"

"You are stubborn, just like beetles."

Alright, that was a low blow.

You might need time getting used to her bluntness. For now, that marks as negative and you were seconds away from pushing her down the ranks in your book until she started speaking again.

"They are highly adaptive to any habitat, one of the reason they are one of the largest species," She pauses and turns to you. "This adaptability can turn into stubbornness but it also comes with resilence with the factor of transformation to turn the situation which favours them."

You blink at her. Once. Twice. "You think I am all that?"

"Seventy percent sure."

"And thirty percent unsure. That's still high to prove you incorrect."

"May not." She muses, turning to the insects again.

You aren't sure what to say and she doesn't make it easier with going into all these details.

A chuckle escapes her, "A part of you will be all that to me. Like c'mon you got me to come here with you even after a couple rejections, that's a proof in itself."

"Well uhm, thanks." It comes off more as a question which you don't want to be. Though a part of you does feel contended. At least, she has a good image of you now.

"Would you mind being called Atlas?"

"Atlas?" You raise an eyebrow. "Like the book of maps? Where does that come from?"

She shakes her head, "No, not that Atlas. Atlas as in, the Atlas beetle. Largest known beetle, visually beautiful and strong as hell. Everything which you are."

Time for you to be shocked cause did she just call you beautiful? And strong? And stubborn? Damn this woman... You can't help the laugh that leaves your lips soon after. She really has a way with her words.

"So... may I?" She asks again.

"I don't see why not." You reply after your laughter dies down. "Atlas, has a nice ring to it."

"Glad you like it, Atlas."

That's your new nickname.

Nothing significant occurs after the visit to the insectarium.

All you do is have dinner in a pretty modest restaurant then walk back Yorozu to her dorm. Though, the long thirty minutes walk seemed shorter than it should have.

When you bid her farewell, Yorozu is one step ahead as she side hugs you and tells, "Thank you."

While you're walking away from her dorm, you've a stupid grin on your face too.

"Atlas. What are you? Some book?"

The familiar voice catches you off guard. You swiftly turn on your heels and yes, there he is. Leaning against his bike while holding a cigarette between his pointer and middle finger.

"What the hell are you doing here?" You question, narrowing your eyes as a scowl makes it's way onto your face. You've only crossed a couple of blocks from the college dormitory and lo and behold, you find Sukuna.

He takes a generous puff on the stick before blowing out a chunk of smoke. For reasons, he refuses to look at you, carmine eyes fixed on the lighted tube. He speaks, "You sure had fun in your date."

"Well, uh yeah. It was good–"

"Right." He scoffs. "Got a new nickname too. Absolutely adorable."

His sarcasm doesn't elude you, your eyes narrow as you put two and two together, stepping up to him. "You were stalking me?"

"That's another way to call it." His lip quirks up.

"Like what?"

"Like," He muses, standing up straight. "I prefer the term a curiously observant bystander."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, pressing your lips in a thin line as your hands fold over your chest. There's a lingering emotion on the back of your mind which you can't put your finger on except it treads the line between annoyance and amusement.

Sukuna drops his cigarette before stomping on it and turns towards his bike. He swings his leg over the vehicle, getting on top of it. "There," He jerks his thumb back, indicating you to get on "Or you can just get drenched in the rain."

Just then a flickering light shines all over the area, the next second, a thunder roars through the sky. The best and most rational decision would be to go home with him. But did I mention that you will show defiance just for the sake of it?

"Mhm, no thanks." A sarcastic grin gets plastered on your lips. "Yorozu's dorm isn't–"

You don't get to finish your sentence before Sukuna puts (borderline pushes) a spare helmet on your head. His eyes narrow, hatred burns within them, jaw clenches then unclenches as he faces you. "Get on before I make you."

What's with that tone?

Confusion plagues you and you are about to question but he beats you to it.

"And," He pauses, "Don't you dare utter that bitch's name from your mouth again."

Asshole. Nah, you are not hearing any shit about Yorozu now. Now when she's on your‐ alright, if not a friend, at least she's not on your hate list now.

"And don't you dare call her a bitch now. She has a name for your information."

"Protective, are we?" He scoffs, raising an eyebrow.

"And what's the problem with that?"

"Everything." He states, tipping his face aside, he signals for you to get on again. "I will use force if I have to." He warns.

Your lips twists down. Something is definitely wrong with him. You could feel it.

From somewhere, the part of your brain associated with intelligence starts working and everything clicks in place.

Does he not sound jealous?

Suddenly, the urge to strangle someone is converted to the urge to stifle your laughter. Only a week ago, it was you in his place being jealous of the exact same person.

Oh, just how the tables have turned.

With a snort past your lips, you decide it's best to just give in today.

"Sure, your highness." You tease, before fastening your helmet as Sukuna starts the engine of his bike. You climb on the vehicle, grasping him abdomen tightly. A heat creeps onto your cheeks when the firmness of his chiseled skin pokes on your fingertips over his shirt. However, all of those fleeting thoughts are pushed away as the cool night air hits your skin and Sukuna speds off.

Another lightning struck across the sky. Fortunately or no- better word would be thankful.

Thankfully to Sukuna's skill and precision with the mechanism of his bike, both of you reach home before the relentless downpour could start.

"Switch off the freezer." You say, "I will plug out the TV." He follows through and so do you with your mild responsibility.

The night commences as another ordinary for both of you.

On the other side of the city, a woman sits aside a window sill, watching the rain drizzle on the glass as it slids down.

She holds a red tulip tenderly.

Bonus scene from your date with Yorozu

"Before I forget, Sukuna is my boyfriend. Can you not cling onto him?"

"Didn't you say you liked me?"

"Well about that–"

"Do you have a slot open for a girlfriend?"

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nervoussagittarius · 2 months

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got to have a taste of a pretty girl

matt sturniolo x singer!reader

summary: a past experience is brought up causing you to finally be comfortable telling your boyfriend your biggest secret, request

warnings: fluff, language, coming out, slight angst

“hey matt.” you said as he picked up your phone call. your current position on your couch was one of nervousness. you sat on the edge, hunched over, with your leg bouncing with anxiety.

“hey baby, what’s up?”

“so i have something to show you and was wondering if you’d be willing to come over?”

“yeah absolutely. i’ll see you in 10, love you!” he said hanging up the phone.

to rewind, you were cleaning out a few boxes this morning when you came across a cd with some of your old, unreleased, songs on it. you had a habit of recording stuff that was almost to personal to put out and hiding it away. you used this method almost as a coping mechanism. out of sight, out of mind.

curiosity came over you and you decided to see exactly what songs were in this record. a few of them were really nothing, just some stuff you had made when you were messing around with different vocals and settings. but the last song was something that you really did want to hide. you never meant to come across it again.

this song described the first intimate experience you ever had with another girl. you were about 18 at this point, close to a year before you even knew matt. you had known for a while that you liked women and men, but the only person you told was your best friend alexa.

now alexa was completely boy crazy. never once thinking she might be into girls. until one night when you guys decided to go to some random la house party a mutual friend was hosting.

after a few hours you both started feeling flirty and we’re having a lot of fun dancing with each other. this was when alexa decided to tell you that she had thought you were her favorite person she’d ever met and how if she were to ever experiment with a women it would definitely be with you.

one thing led to another and she led you into her bed. only to wake up the next morning saying it was a good time but it was a mistake that will never happen again. she could pretend all she wanted but it already happened. so you guys went your separate ways.

you weren’t devistated my any means, you almost expected things to happen this way. she went on to keep her boyfriend and you moved on with your life.

you never really felt comfortable telling anyone else about your sexuality though. it was a really scary process. you never knew how that person would react, and you were fine never being in a romantic relationship with a girl. you really did want to spend the rest of you life with matt. it was only far though that matt knew the real you.

matt knocked on your door exactly 9 minutes and 23 seconds after he hung up the phone. you were so nervous you kept count.

he let himself in like normal and made his way to your couch, leaning down to give you a kiss.

“okay, so what did you want to show me” matt asked with a dopey smile on his face.

“well,” you started. “i found something this morning and i’d like you to listen to it.”

you made your way over to the cd player and pressed play on the song, not so formally named, pretty girls.

a long 2 minutes and 26 seconds went by before the song ended.

“it was a good song, sweetheart. i love all of your music, but i’m a little confused about what it means. are you trying to tell me something? did someone do something to you? i’m not really comprehending.” matt began to ramble.

you took his hands in your, “okay i’ll explain. so basically, about a year before we started dating i was friends with this girl named alexa.” you stopped to take a deep breath but it came out shakier then expected.

“it’s okay love take your time”

you couldn’t get through the rest of the story.

“i’m not straight, matt”

you could see his eyes slightly widen but he nodded at you to continue.

“i’m bisexual, and alexa was the first girl i even did anything with. it didn’t really mean anything, to either of us, but she was the only one that knew and we were at a party. and she wanted to experiment, but she had a boyfriend. and it’s all a little blurry, but i needed to tell you because i’m really tired of hiding it.” your eyes started to fill with tears at your rant. it all was settling in on you.

“i really don’t want to lose you because i love you so fucking much, but i had to tell you how i really feel. and the song doesn’t really have anything to do about it, but it seemed like a good lead way into the topic.”

matt let go of your hands. you looked up at him in confusion and wariness. he instead grabbed your face and used the pads of his thumbs to wipe the tears that had begun to fall. he leaned his forehead against yours with tears also in his eyes.

“can i say something now?” matt asks.

you gave him a nod with a slight laugh.

“i am so proud of you.” matt said with a raspy chuckle. “i am so grateful that you felt comfortable enough to share that with me. you have not idea what it means. i see how much shit people who are homosexual go though and it’s really scary. so thank you.”

“and you could never lose me for being honest with me. if anything it makes me love you even more.”

once matt finished talking, you leaned forward to give him a passionate kiss. matt layed his back into your couch as he pulled you into his chest so he was holding you.

you went on to have a long and intense conversation on the entire event that happened between you and alexa. you also told him how and when you realized you were bisexual.

“i kinda want to put the song out.” you said as you played with the hem on his shirt.

“i think that’s a great idea, baby”

an: the end. i’m sorry it’s kinda short but full song credits go to mother renee rapp. i could’ve never written this without her. i hope y’all enjoyed🤍

#matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo imagine #matt x reader #sturniolo fanfic #Spotify

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mikachacha · 2 months

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fr in need of some angst. maybe a plot where y/n (y/n gotta be taller though cause we need more stories like that 😭) is secretly in love with bada and did everything for her but bada never knew. one day, when y/n was gonna confess by giving bada a letter while visiting bebe practice. they ended up getting in an argument and y/n leaves and ends up getting in an accident. then you can make up the rest lol

ALSO SO HAPPY UR BACK <33

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Synopsis: You were about to confess to Bada about how you truly feel about her but it didn't end well.

T.W.: angst, mentions of accident, death, just so much tear for this one.

(A/N: This is a femme! Bada x Masc.! Reader. And if y'all are familiar with the movie Rewind, this is kinda like that with some elements from Marry My Husband because I can't stop watching it 🥹🥹🫶🫶)

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You have always loved Bada, even when she wasn't famous yet. You have been in love with her since you were both in highschool. You did everything for her, supported her in her dreams and continued to be there for her in hopes that maybe one day she'll love you back. Hoping that maybe someday, she'll accept you and the love you have for her.

You took off your helmet as you arrived at the studio where Bada and the rest of team Bebe are practicing. You planned on giving a letter to Bada, confessing your feelings to her but your plan was quickly ruined by Bada herself. She went up to you, grinning and you already know that she had set you up on a date with someone at the studio. Perhaps a staff or a student.

"Bada.. I already told you that I'm not interested." you sighed and Bada was also getting annoyed because you keep on rejecting the people she sets up for you.

"Why not? You keep rejecting the people I think that's good for you.. I'm only concerned about you, Y/N." Bada says and you couldn't help but feel frustrated because Bada is so dense. She doesn't even realize that you didn't want anything else because she's all that you want. Not some random person she sets you up on a date with.

"Because I'm not interested, Bada! Jesus.. Just how many times are we going to go through this for you to finally realize?!" You couldn't help but air out your frustration and with that, started a huge argument between you and her. You just stormed out, crumpling out the letter you made for her and getting on your motorcycle, speeding off.

Your head was filled with lots of thoughts, mostly self pity because you're such a fool thinking Bada could ever love you back when all she could give to you was friendship. You were lost in your thoughts not even realizing that you were over speeding until it was too late to slow down. You swerved your motorcycle to the side to avoid a cat who suddenly crossed the road. That's all you could remember before everything went dark.

Bada couldn't believe how you acted but she did feel bad for arguing with you after you stormed out. She tried to run after you yet she was too late as you already left. She was about to head back inside to get her phone so she could call you but then she noticed a crumpled up piece of paper near the trash bin. She picked it up and recognized your handwriting so she read it. She could feel her heart break reading the letter you made for him. She felt like the biggest idiot in the world for not realizing your feelings.

"Shit.. Shit.." Bada ran back inside the studio to grab her phone. She tried calling you but it goes straight to voicemail. When she was about to give up, somebody picked up.

"Do you know Y/N? Please come to the hospital. She got in an accident." Bada felt her heart drop after hearing what had happened. She didn't even care to grab her other belongings, she just rushed to go to the hospital to see you. Her heart was racing against her chest and her tears won't stop falling down her face. She even saw your motorcycle being towed while she was on the way to the hospital. The sight made her wanna throw up. It was so wrecked that it's going to be a miracle if you survived the crash.

When Bada arrived at the hospital, they told her that it was too late. The injuries you sustained from the crash were too great and they weren't able to save you. Bada walked inside the room where your lifeless body laid on the hospital bed. She held your hand, sobbing, crying and just begging you to wake up.

"Please.. Y/N, please. Please wake up.." She cried out, still holding on to your hand. She hugged your lifeless body, telling you how much she loves you and she regrets arguing with you earlier.

"If I could just turn back time.. If I could just turn back time, I would.. I wish I was able to tell you how much I love you and how much I care about you rather than being stupid.. I love you, Y/N.. Please come back to me." Bada sobbed, still unable to process that you're really gone.

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Bada woke up from the sound of her alarm blaring. She was confused. She didn't remember going home, the last thing she remembered was that she was in the hospital, hugging your lifeless body and trying to fight off the staff who tried taking you away from her. She couldn't help but cry as she remembers that you're really gone and the last memory you had together was you and her arguing.

Bada was snapped out of her thoughts when her phone lit up again, indicating a text message. It was a message from you greeting her a good morning. She was confused when she noticed the date and time. It's still the same day but hours before your accident.

"Did I just go back in time?" was all she could think of. It gave her a glimmer of hope, maybe she's given a second chance to finally tell you about her feelings. If that was the case, she knows for sure that she's not going to waste it.

She immediately prepared to start the day but she planned on making this extra special. If this truly is your last day to be with her, she wants to make sure that you feel loved and valued by Bada. She bought your favorite drink and the first snack you shared with her in high school , she even wore the hoodie you lent her that she didn't return.

When you arrived, Bada immediately greeted you with a hug that got you all confused. She hugged you like it was the last hug that she'll ever give to you. She held back her tears as she didn't want to freak you out too much.

"Come on, let's eat. I have something to tell you." Bada held your hand, lacing your fingers with yours as she dragged you along.

"Let me guess, you're going to introduce me to someone again.." you sighed but let Bada drag you along. You couldn't help but smile seeing how small her hand is compared to yours, you find it adorable. And the way your normal sized hoodie looked oversized on her made your heart swell with joy.

"Nope! Actually I have something to tell you." Bada says and makes you sit down on a chair while she takes out the foods and drinks she purchased from the paper bag. You raised an eyebrow as you saw she bought your favorite drink and a snack you once shared with her during highschool. You remembered it was when you saw her crying as she was rejected by the dance club so you shared your snacks with her to make her feel better.

"Please don't tell me that you wanted me to join your group or fill in for a member who's absent.." you couldn't help but groan at the thought. It's not that you couldn't dance but it's because you looked like a sore thumb dancing with them due to your height.

"No! I like you, okay? No. I'm in love with you, Y/N.. Ever since you skipped your own class just so I'll have a partner during a graded performance because my partner bailed out last minute. I wasn't sure if what I felt about you is true but a lot of things made me realize that I truly love you.. Not just because you helped me and supported me with my dreams but you were the only person who showed me what love should really be like." Bada confessed and you looked at her, you were rendered speechless as you didn't know that she felt the same. You just thought that she was just acting that way because you're friends and you helped her a lot, never because there were any romantic feelings involved.

"I.. Wow.. I didn't know.." it felt like your brain had short circuited and you couldn't find the right words to say. Bada didn't even care since she knows you feel the same way. She looks up at you, eyes filled with unshed tears as she took in the image of you, alive and well. She pulls stands on her toes and presses a kiss on your lips, promising to cherish every moment she's given to be with you because no one knows what the future holds.

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #swf2 #swf2 x reader #bada x reader #lee bada #bada lee imagine #bada fanfic

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lemoncrushh · 2 months

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Tattooed Heart - Part VI

SUMMARY: You are a cocktail waitress at a swanky lounge. Harry comes in one night, and you instantly dislike him. But another encounter eventually changes your opinion.

PAIRING: Waitress Y/N x Artist/Tattoo Artist Harry

TROPES: Enemies to Lovers

MUST BE 18+ TO READ

WORD COUNT: 8.9k

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“Hey, gorgeous! How are you? I’ve been so worried about you!” John exclaimed enthusiastically into the phone.

“I’m pretty good, actually. How are things at Zelda’s?” While you didn’t necessarily want to know the answer, you’d always considered John a friend and knew he had your back. Which was why you decided to give him a call.

“Oh girl, things have changed dramatically since you left!”

“Really?”

“Yes! We got a new manager. His name is Rafael, but we’re allowed to call him Rafi. He’s a dish and a half, let me tell you! Not like that last asshole.”

You chuckled. “Good, I’m glad for you.”

“Yeah, sucks for you though! If only you could have stayed. Hey, want me to put a good in for you with Rafi?”

“Um…no, that’s okay, John. I’m kind of happy where I am.”

“Seriously? Where’s that?”

You told your friend about working at the cafe. Then proceeded to tell him how Harry got you the job.

“To make a long story short,” you said, trying to do just that, “he’s not the jerk he appeared to be. And…well…now we’re dating.”

“Hold up! Stop right there. Rewind! I need to hear everything, Y/N! EVERYTHING!”

You laughed at the way John enunciated every syllable. And you’d expected as much. For the next hour, you went into every detail with him like he requested (at least as much as you were willing to divulge), and by the time you finished, it was time to get ready for your date with Harry.

“Oh my God, girl, that’s so crazy!” squealed John. “But I’m happy for you. If you’re happy.”

“I am.”

“Good. Just don’t forget about me, okay? Pop in some time, maybe with Handsome.”

“I will,” you promised.

After pulling on a pair of jeans and a stylish top, you brushed your hair and touched up your makeup. You were meeting Harry at his place, where he was making you dinner again, and then you were going to a movie. It seemed to be the first Saturday you were both off since you’d met. And you were looking forward to having a normal, mundane date night.

The last couple weeks had been both hectic and amazing. Since that evening at the gallery, Harry had been extremely busy finishing up his moon series paintings. Donovan McNulty had still been showing interest in Harry’s art, and specifically voiced that he wanted to know the minute his newest pieces would be available. And you’d been picking up extra shifts at the diner to make a little extra money. But any moment you were both free had been spent together. You took turns, rotating your visits at each others’ apartments. You enjoyed leaning against his kitchen counter while you watched him cook, and Harry enjoyed teasing Shae when she was around, and nibbling on the soft spot behind your ear as you watched TV when she wasn’t there - and sometimes when she was.

Your feelings for him were growing daily, and while you told yourself it was still too soon to have such feelings, you used your free time away from him to write them down. You expressed every emotion from the way your heart skipped when you’d see him sitting in his usual chair at the cafe, to the way your body ached for him as you laid in your bed staring at the ceiling. You even included the way it had felt when you’d seen Nicolette at the cafe and at the gallery, even though Harry assured you tenfold that he had broken off all contact with her. You didn’t want to be jealous of his ex. You knew deep down that it would not bode well if you were going to take this relationship to the next level. And you definitely wanted to.

Harry greeted you with a smile as he opened the door, a glass of wine already in his hand waiting for you. When you stepped inside, you gave him a quick kiss before accepting the glass and taking a sip.

“Mmm, something smells yummy!,” you commented, turning for the kitchen.

“Chicken Piccata with roasted radicchio and sweet potatoes,” Harry announced proudly as he followed you. “It’s almost ready.”

“Chef Styles, when are you opening your own restaurant? This is way too impressive for just me.”

“You’re the only one I care to impress,” he said, pushing your hair from your neck to softly brush his lips across your tender flesh.

You reached behind you for his hands, bringing his arms around your waist. He hummed against your skin as he gave you a squeeze. The timer on the oven sounded then with a friendly chime, and Harry hesitantly released you in order to remove its contents. Watching him serve up the meal, you joined him at the table with your wine.

“I have some news,” he announced after you’d taken your first bite and raved about its deliciousness.

“Oh? What is it?” you asked enthusiastically.

“I’m having another gallery showing. For the moon series.” Harry stabbed his fork into his chicken before lifting his eyes to you.

“Are you kidding? That was quick!”

“Well, yeah,” he grinned. “I brought them yesterday for Sherrod to see. Apparently he phoned McNulty, gave him some rubbish about how brilliant they are, and he’s flying down Thursday to see for himself.”

Quickly dismissing the fact that he’d degraded his own art, because you knew he didn’t really think it was rubbish, you focused on the positive.

“Oh my God, Harry! That’s wonderful! I’m really proud of you.”

“I know, babe. And I appreciate all the support you’ve given me. You'll never know how much.”

“I have an idea,” you jested. “You spoil me with this delicious food.”

“That’s just because I can,” he winked. “And because I want to. It’s not a payment.”

“Good to know,” you said before popping a bite of sweet potato in your mouth.

“I would like your help with something, though.”

“Sure, anything.”

“Could you help spread the word about the exhibit?” Harry requested. “Maybe invite some friends? The more the better. The cocktail party was nice, but I’d like it to be a massive event.”

“Ooh, yes! I’d love to!”

Rising from your chair, you reached over the table to plant a kiss on Harry’s lips, to which he happily accepted.

“When would you like to get your tattoo?” Harry asked as you laid twisted in the sheets, his bare thigh crossed over yours, his fingertips tracing nonexistent lines down your arm.

You turned your head to the side to look at him. If it was possible, he appeared even more beautiful than ever, his eyelids heavy, his pillowy lips swollen, his scruffy jaw threatening to produce more facial hair now that the morning was nigh. The evening of lovemaking had been blissful, Harry having brought you to orgasm not once, not twice…but three times. And while you worried you’d never walk again, the man beside you looked completely fucked.

You couldn’t help but be elated by the knowledge that you’d made that happen.

“I’m not sure yet,” you whispered, reaching for his stubbly chin. “Soon, I guess.”

You felt Harry breathe out of his nose, and while he tried to hide it, you could detect the frown on his lips.

“Do you not want it?” he inquired after a beat.

“I…no, I do,” you nodded.

“‘Cause you don’t have to get it,” Harry added. “The one I designed, or any other one. If you don’t want a tattoo, it’s fine. I’ll understand.”

“No, I want one.”

Harry continued to draw his finger down your arm. You could tell the conversation wasn’t over, but you were unsure what else to say. So you let Harry gather his thoughts instead. Finally he sighed, his gaze returning to your face.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

“What for?” you asked.

“If I made you uncomfortable. It just dawned on me that I might have been a bit presumptuous with the tattoo. I know they can be very personal, and I…I should have just let you pick what you want.”

Blinking, you rolled over onto your side to face him. “Harry, no. That’s not it at all. I love the one you designed. I told you I loved that painting.”

“Then what is it?” Harry lifted a hand to brush your hair from your face, twisting the end of the strands between his fingers. “Any time I bring it up, you kind of hesitate or change the subject.”

“I…I didn’t realize,” you looked down at his chest. “I apologize.”

“Baby, look at me,” he insisted, urging your chin up. “Talk to me. Are you af-”

You stopped him mid-sentence with your finger on his lips. As you shook your head, Harry chuckled. Then tugging on your wrist, he released your hand from his mouth.

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say,” he remarked.

“Just don’t use that word.”

“Alright,” he softened his expression, returning his fingers to your hair. “Am I moving too fast for you? Is that it?”

You gulped and sucked in your lips. Then you let out a nervous chuckle of your own. “It seems ridiculous to admit that after what we just did.”

“Not really,” Harry shook his head. “Sex can be separate from feelings. Although…I’m going to confess right now…for me…it’s not. Not with you.”

“Harry…” you breathed.

“Babe…” he murmured, pulling you closer. “I reckon I’ve conveyed my feelings for you already…at least a little bit. But if you need me to back off…I will.”

You stared at him, this gorgeous man. You couldn’t believe in just a few weeks you’d gone from hating him to…whatever this was.

“No,” you argued. “I don’t want you to.”

“No?”

“No, because…I’m feeling…things too.”

Harry’s voluptuous mouth curved into a sexy grin. You felt his hand on your back, his fingers dancing up your flesh.

“I’m just…a little hesitant, I guess,” you added, “about getting the tattoo…because it’s such an intimate thing to do, you know? To get ink on my skin of something you gave me, art you designed for me. And it’s…forever.”

Harry blinked slowly with a nod. “I completely understand, love. I didn’t mean to pressure you.”

“You didn’t. It’s just me. Like you said, it’s personal. And I would feel horrible if something happened between us, and-”

“Shh, baby…” Harry interrupted you this time. “It’s okay. I get it. Take all the time you need.”

You gave him a gentle smile before he pulled you into a deep kiss. Your eyelids heavy, and sleep threatening to take over, you tugged on the sheets. Getting the hint, Harry grinned, situating the covers over you before reaching for the lamp.

“Goodnight, baby,” he whispered. “Sweet dreams.”

You hummed in agreement as he held you against his warm body, and before you could even think any more about tattoos, you were sound asleep in his arms.

The rest of Sunday and most of Monday was spent making phone calls. You promised Harry a grand party, and you were determined to deliver. After telling Shae your plan, she was more than happy to come through by offering to tell her coworkers as well as some of your mutual friends. You called John to let him know as well, and he said he was already going to ask for the night off, and maybe even bring Rafi with him…if he was available, as he put it. You also called the gallery Monday morning, unbeknownst to Harry, to speak with Sherrod yourself. He told you how excited he was for Harry’s new exhibit, which put your mind at ease a bit.

“I really want this to be special for him,” you explained. “Is there anything I can do to help? To get the word out? More advertising? Do I need to hire a caterer or something?”

“Don’t you worry about a thing, darling,” assured Sherrod. “I’m already having my secretary making contacts as we speak. And I personally phoned my caterer on Friday.”

“Oh, fantastic,” you said. “The more people we can get to come, the better. There’s just one thing…”

“Don’t worry about that either, my pet. You have my word Miss Waters will not get an invite.”

“Ohh. For some reason I thought…” you chuckled nervously. “I don’t know how art galleries work, forgive me.”

Sherrod laughed heartily through the phone, catching you off guard. “Nothing to forgive, darling. Harry and I have already spoken about this as well.”

You breathed through your nose. Of course they had.

“Thank you, Sherrod. I appreciate everything.”

“It’s going to be a splendid night, you can be sure!”

Hanging up, you felt a heavy weight lift off your chest. It was quickly replaced with a glittery excitement. You couldn’t wait.

When you arrived for your mid-day shift at the cafe, you made a beeline for Jill who was making a cold brew for a customer. The look on her face when you told her the news about Harry’s exhibit was priceless.

“Of course I’ll be there!” she squealed. “Are you kidding me?”

“Bring some friends too, okay? I want to show him all the support we can give.”

That night, you sat in front of the TV writing in your journal. You soon found yourself mindlessly doodling in the corners of the page. Harry was at work, and you didn’t want to bother him. Yet you couldn’t stop thinking about him. He truly had been the only thing on your mind all day.

“Pppfff, more like for the last month,” you admitted out loud.

Tossing your notebook to the side, you leaned back on the couch and ran your fingers through your hair, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“Jesus Christ, what am I doing?”

Getting up from the sofa, you slipped on your shoes, not bothering to change out of your lounge-at-home outfit - a dark green tunic and black leggings. The only effort you made was to brush your teeth and touch up your lip gloss before heading out the door.

The neon sign in the window seemed to glow brighter than you remembered, an enticing greeting to lure you in. Not that you hadn’t already planned to go inside.

Swinging the door open, you noticed an empty waiting area and counter. Smooth, instrumental jazz played through the speakers as you peeked your head through the doorway to scan the tattoo stations, but still saw no one. You were just about to walk through the shop to Harry’s office when you saw Kyle emerge.

“Oh, hey,” he grinned. “You’re Y/N, right?”

“Yes,” you nodded, happy that he knew. Surely he didn’t remember you from the last time he’d seen you in the shop, but perhaps Harry had told him about you and he put two and two together. The idea made you blush a little.

“Harry’s in the back. I’ll go get him for you.”

Before you could retort, Kyle disappeared through the doorway from which he’d just appeared. And within seconds, your handsome, cheery boyfriend replaced him.

“Hi, babe!” he beamed. “What are you doing here?”

You shrugged, shyly. “Came to get my tattoo.”

His eyes widening, Harry stepped closer to you. “Really? Are you sure?”

Licking your lips, you nodded. “Positive.”

His dimples on full display, Harry pulled you into an embrace. You could feel his heart beating in his chest as he whispered in your ear. “I’m so happy.”

Then stepping back, Harry gestured toward his station. “Go ahead and have a seat. I’ll get everything ready and tell Kyle he can go home.”

“Oh!” you mouthed, surprised. Harry disappeared into the back room again before you could argue.

Situating yourself in Harry’s chair, you gazed at the art on display around his station as well as photos of various clients’ tats. While a few pieces looked to be fairly common, most of them were exquisite, no doubt one-of-a-kind works of art. You were staring at a large dragon piece on someone’s back when you heard a voice behind you.

“Bye, Y/N,” Kyle called. “Have a nice night.”

“Oh, thanks. Same to you,” you waved just as Harry walked up.

“You didn’t have to make him leave,” you said under your breath. “You’re not closed yet, are you?”

“I am now,” Harry wiggled his brows before walking to the front door and locking it, turning the OPEN sign to the CLOSED side.

With pursed lips, you tried to hold back a smirk as Harry returned, his own smirk tugging on his mouth.

“Slow night?” you inquired when he sat down on his stool.

“You would not believe. That’s why we were in my office. Kyle helps me with my website.”

You hummed in acknowledgement as you watched Harry get his tray ready just like he had the day you’d brought Shae. That already felt like a lifetime ago.

“You always surprise me with your music choices,” you commented as you listened to the soft jazz.

Harry chuckled with a nod. “This is my focus, slash wind-down music. Since it was slow, I switched it from grunge whilst we worked on the website.”

“I like it,” you grinned.

Harry gazed up at you from under his lashes before his eyes roamed down your body. You felt a tingle as his gaze made its way back up to your face.

“What?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“Was just recalling the last time you were sat in this chair.”

“Oh my God, Harry,” you blushed. “Please tell me you sanitized it!”

His eyes squinting as he giggled, Harry scooted closer to you. “You’re too much, babe.”

“Why, because I like cleanliness?”

“No, because that’s your first thought. It certainly wasn’t mine.”

You stared into his jade eyes that were now inches from your face, the irises appearing to have a dark line around them.

“That was…um, some kind of night,” you murmured softly.

“Indeed, it was.” Harry’s hand landed just above your knee then before he slid it slowly up your thigh.

“Hmm,” you nodded. “Are you trying to seduce me again?”

Harry puffed out a chuckle. “No. Don’t reckon I had to try then either.”

Dragging your tongue across your teeth, you focused on his mouth and the way his hand felt on your leg. “Fair enough. What do you remember most about that night?”

“How sweet your pussy tasted on my tongue,” he quickly replied, as if he’d had his answer ready before you’d even asked the question. “And how you tugged on my hair and your thighs trembled as you called my name.”

“Harry…”

“Oh, it was much louder than that.”

You blushed again, but this time you didn’t bother hiding it. Leaning towards you, Harry placed a soft kiss on your lips. Followed by a second, and a third. By the fourth, your fingers were in his hair, his tongue in your mouth. You reveled in the sensation, urging him with your own. When a gentle moan escaped your chest, Harry’s hand that had been on your thigh made its way between your legs. You began to grind against him in your seat, knowing your leggings and panties were already soaked through. His other hand traveled underneath your t-shirt, and when his fingers met your bare skin, you gasped.

“Are you…,” you gulped, “planning to eat me out again on this chair?”

“No,” Harry shook his head, a devilish smirk on his face.

“Oh.”

“I have other things in mind,” he added, echoing the exact words he’d said to you that night before taking you home.

“Oh…”

Harry sat back on his stool and raised a brow. “I thought you wanted a tattoo, love.”

“Harry Styles! Are you teasing me?” you exclaimed.

Giggling with glee, you noticed his eyes dancing. “Maybe.”

“Rude!” you frowned, tugging your shirt down. Your pussy still throbbing from his hand, you pouted.

“I’m sorry, baby. It’s my fault. Seeing you in this chair…it turned me on, and I got carried away. I do want to play. But I think we should get started on this tattoo, don’t you? It’s gonna take a bit.”

You nodded with a sigh. “Okay.”

Harry gave you a peck on the nose and one on the lips. “Now, did you decide where you want it? The ink, I mean,” he smirked.

“So, I had considered getting it on my side, like down my hip. There’s plenty of room to make it big. But then I changed my mind.”

“Too much?” Harry asked.

“Nope. Not enough.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nobody’s gonna see it there. Except you. And while the idea is sexy, I’d rather have the art my boyfriend designed to be in a spot everyone could see.”

“Baby…” Harry breathed, his hand over his heart.

“I know, I’ve been hesitant about this,” you explained. “About us. But I have no clue why. We’ve spent all this time together. You’ve shown me time again that you’re interested in more than just…a fling. Every time I’m with you, I feel butterflies and moonbeams and…all the cheesy things.” You let out a nervous sigh as you looked down at your hands, then back up to his gorgeous face. “The truth is…I’m crazy about you, Harry.”

“Sweetheart,” he cried, pulling you into another kiss. Then leaning his forehead against yours he murmured, “You make me so happy.”

“Good,” you grinned, your right hand on his cheek as you held out your left. “That’s why I think we should put it right here, below my elbow, down the inside of my arm.”

“I think that would be lovely,” he agreed, misty-eyed. Then he kissed the inside of your wrist before rising from his stool. “Let me go get the stencil, and I’ll be right back.”

When he stepped away, you suddenly felt butterflies in your tummy, and not just from the notion of getting a tattoo. You’d almost told him more than you’d planned. The truth was, you weren’t just crazy about him. You were falling for him. Hard. Perhaps you had been falling bit by bit every day. And you were finally willing to admit it to yourself. But you weren’t quite sure yet if you were ready to say it to him. It still felt too soon. But you loved the look on his face when you’d revealed what you had. His delight gave you hope that perhaps he felt the same.

Harry returned with a big smile on his face. Placing the stencil next to him, he pulled on his gloves. Then reaching for the rubbing alcohol and a cotton pad, he eyed you.

“Still wanna do this?” he asked.

“Definitely,” you beamed.

Taking your arm, he gently rubbed the soaked cotton pad down your arm, from the elbow to your wrist. Then he took a new disposable razor and gently shaved the area, just like you’d seen him do on Shae, back when you still hated him. The idea brought a sour taste to your mouth.

“You okay?” he asked again.

“Yeah, sorry. Was just…thinking.”

“About?” Harry raised a brow.

“How far we’ve come in just a short time.”

Harry’s face softened. “I think about that a lot.”

“You do?”

“I thank my lucky stars every fucking day that you forgave me. That you were able to see the real me and change your mind. I only wish…”

“What?” you asked.

His gaze seemed to burn into you as he looked deep into your eyes. “I wish we had met some other way. Like some random day at the cafe, or maybe here when you’d come with Shae. Or maybe even at Zelda’s on a night I was alone. Some other way that you could have met the real me instead of that prick I pretended to be.”

You sat in silence as you absorbed Harry’s words and watched him place the thermal paper on your arm with the stencil. When he peeled it off was when you spoke.

“What would you have said?”

“When?”

“If we had met in a different situation. What would you have said to me?”

“In which scenario?” he smirked.

“Let’s go with the first one. Obviously I wouldn’t be working at the cafe. But let’s say I came in one day that you were sitting there working on your iPad.”

Harry chuckled loudly, catching you off guard. “Well, I can’t really say for sure, can I? There are other factors involved.”

“Alright,” you agreed. “But you said you’ve thought about it. What happens in your…wish?”

You swore you caught a tiny bit of color in his cheeks as Harry pulled his tray closer to him. “We have to get serious now, babe. I’m about to stick a needle in your arm.”

You puffed out a breath in humor, then sat up straight in your chair. “Fine. Mark me.”

Harry’s nostrils flared as he chuckled at your joke. Then he made a few adjustments to his tattoo gun before getting to work. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt as bad as you thought it would. You watched as Harry traced the stencil, starting with the dripping moon at the top. After every stroke, he would wipe your skin. He seemed so focused, so gentle. You stared at his face for a little while, and every time he’d bite his lower lip, it sent your heart all aflutter. When he finished the outline, he looked up at you.

“Still doing okay?”

“Mmhmm,” you nodded.

He gave you a smile before returning his focus to your arm. You were both quiet for a moment until he spoke again.

“I probably would have stared at you for a bit.”

“Huh?”

“At the cafe. If you had been sat near me at a table by yourself. I would have kept sneaking glances at you, but making sure you didn’t notice.”

“Well then, how am I supposed-”

“At first,” he interrupted. “Then I would have wanted you to notice. When we finally made eye contact, I’d have smiled at you.”

Lifting his head, Harry gave you just the smile he was referring to. And your insides ignited.

“I would say that’s very cheesy and cliche, but it’s not. I like it.”

“So what would you have done if I’d come over to your table and asked you your name?”

“I would have told you, and hoped to God you’d ask me for my number too.”

“Alright then,” Harry snickered. “That’s one scenario. But it didn’t happen.”

“It’s fine, Harry,” you said. “Something else happened instead. And we’re here anyway.”

“Yes, we are.”

You watched Harry continue on the tattoo, the moon starting to look realistic with the shading. As always you were in awe of him and his talent. Just like when you would watch him work at the cafe, you found yourself completely mesmerized. It was utterly sexy to you, from the way he focused on his project at hand, to the curls that framed his face and neck, and even down to the way his own tattooed arms flexed as he worked. As you studied him you let out a deep breath, feeling the wetness pooling in your panties again.

“Still okay?” Harry suddenly asked with a tiny smirk, as if he’d noticed.

“I’m wonderful,” you answered dreamily.

“You need to move your elbow a little?”

“Oh. Yeah, sure,” you nodded as Harry sat back to let you. Your arm had been in one position for a while, and you were starting to feel the effects.

“Okay, I’m good,” you commented as you reached your arm out again. “Tell me about your next project. What are you working on?”

“Just a second,” Harry muttered. As he scooted closer again, you wondered what he was doing until he beckoned you with his gloved hand. “Kiss me.”

You grinned widely before you happily obliged, giving him a few more kisses than he’d asked for just for good measure.

“Mmm, thanks babe. It’s hard to be around you for this long without touching your lips.”

“You’re welcome. And you’re the sweetest.”

With a wink, Harry returned to his task, this time moving onto the shading of the heart. “I actually haven’t started anything new yet,” he replied to your previous inquiry. “With the moon series now at the gallery, I’ve kind of been trying to finish up some older pieces.”

“Oh? I didn’t know you had anything that was incomplete.”

“Yeah. You saw the citiscape one, right?”

“Yes, that was gorgeous! That wasn’t finished?”

“Not yet. I keep feeling like there’s something missing, but…I dunno. I’m also not sure if I want it to be a series or a stand alone piece.”

“Well, whatever you decide, I know it’ll be amazing. As always,” you offered emphatically.

“Thanks, babe. This is why…” he left his thought unfinished as his tattoo gun rounded the edges of the heart.

“Why what?”

Harry lifted his head, giving you an easy grin. “Why you’re a wonderful lady.”

You watched Harry finish the heart on the tat while you thought your own heart could burst. You thought he was going to say it for a second, but you understood why he hadn’t. It seemed like such a mundane moment to express those three words.

Changing the subject, Harry chatted with you lightly about the upcoming exhibit, about the cafe, about food. You told him about your pal John, and how he was planning to come as well as Jill and Shae.

“Thanks again for doing this for me, babe,” he grinned. “I truly appreciate you.”

“Of course, Harry. I honestly think I’d do just about anything for you.”

Raising his eyebrows, Harry gave you a sexy look before quickly looking back down at your arm. “I think we’re done, babe.”

“Oh. Oh!” You tore your eyes from his to gaze down at your new tattoo. It was extraordinary to say the least.

“It’s…so beautiful, Harry,” you choked. “I love it!”

“It’s yours,” he commented. “And only yours.”

Your eyes began to well up with tears, making your vision too blurry to even see it. But you knew he was right. You had a one-of-a-kind Harry Styles work of art on your arm. And you couldn’t be more proud.

“C’mere, you can look in the mirror,” Harry beckoned, gesturing to the mirror behind him on the wall.

Standing in front of it, you wiped your eyes with your fingers until Harry handed you a tissue.

“Don’t cry, love,” he cooed. “You’ll make me think you made a mistake.”

“Of course not, silly man.” You stretched your arm down to look at the full length of the ink on your skin. “No mistakes here.”

“I’m glad,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chest on your shoulder as you took in the image of you both in the mirror. Grabbing his phone, Harry then took a couple of quick photos of your arm. “Let’s go ahead and put a covering on that so it won’t get infected.”

“Oh, how long do I have to do that? I wanna be able to show it off this weekend.”

Harry smirked at your pout. “Just a few days. You should be okay by then.”

Once again, you sat in his chair while he applied the dressing and bandage. Then he explained to you the aftercare, which made you giddy. You knew it was his job, but you enjoyed seeing him being professional.

“I’ll give you some information to take home with you as well,” he added as he removed his gloves, “but right now, I really need to touch you.”

You opened your mouth, but before you could make a syllable, Harry slid his hands under your jaw and pulled you into a warm kiss. He soon deepened it, his tongue invading your mouth as his hands traveled around your neck to your hair. When he finally released you enough to take a breath, you gasped.

“Wow.”

“Uh huh,” he voiced so low that you barely heard it. Then he licked his lips before sliding his hand up your thigh like before. “Exactly.”

You stared at Harry, his eyes darkening as he fingers began to tease you between your legs.

“So, what…mmm,” you swallowed at the sensation, “what other things did you have in mind?”

“Oh, you really wanna know?” he quirked a brow.

“Mmhmm. Yes, please.”

“Hmm, you ask so politely. But I might wanna keep teasing you like this. Make your legs tremble until you can’t stand it anymore. Until you’re begging for me to make you come.”

“Mmm,” you moaned again as he applied more pressure with his thumb, his hand cupping you, still over your clothes. “I don’t think I would be opposed to that.”

“No? You like being teased?”

“I like the way you tease,” you replied, breathy.

A low chuckle rose from his throat, and you felt the vibration as his face was just inches from yours. Then he surprised you by rising from his chair, his hand leaving your throbbing core to tug on the bottom of your t-shirt.

“Off, sweetheart,” he demanded.

You lifted your arms for him to remove your top, careful of your freshly tattooed area. You nearly came unglued at the sight of him biting his bottom lip.

“Sorry I don’t have on fancy undies,” you said, looking down at your cotton bralette.

“Are you kidding?” he snorted before he helped you remove that garment as well, his hands quickly palming your bare breasts.

You closed your eyes, reveling in the pleasure of his calloused thumbs skimming across your perky buds. He was so light and gentle with his touch, that you almost pouted, but you knew this was his intention. To drive you crazy.

He kissed you again, his hands still on you until he backed away suddenly. You opened your eyes to see him removing his own shirt, his tattooed torso on display. Your mouth watered instantly, an automatic reaction now.

You and Harry had good sex. There was no denying it. Not that you liked to compare, but Harry was the best in bed. He already knew what you liked, what buttons to press and which ones not to (not that there were many). But the best thing about the sexual part of your relationship was that it was never boring. Even when it was just quick fucking, it was amazing. Even when it was sweet, sleepy sex, you were left satisfied.

So Harry implying - albeit obviously - that he wanted to fuck you on that tattoo chair was no surprise. But the thrill was still as strong as ever. Everything he did excited you. Jesus, just looking at him sent a bolt of electricity down to your cunt, making you squeeze your muscles together.

Letting out a breath, you reached for his belt, pulling it from the loop and releasing it. He gave you another smirk as you tugged on his jeans with your non-tattooed arm, frustrated when the button wouldn’t come loose.

“Let me help, baby,” he growled, keeping your hand in position as he covered it with his own hand and helped you pull. The button popped open, the zipper separating along with it as your tug was determined. Then Harry assisted you further, his hand guiding yours down the front of his pants.

“As if you had to help me with that,” you scoffed with a grin.

“Maybe I wanted some help,” Harry eyed you.

“I don’t think that’s necessary either, big boy.”

His sexy low chuckle vibrated through your hand while you found you were a hundred percent correct. Standing from the chair, you pulled him from the confines of his jeans, the pink, bulbous head of his hard cock greeting you.

“Mmm,” you sounded. “Maybe I could help a little.”

You released his erection for just a moment to run your hands down his chest, your fingernails raking over his pecs and the light dusting of chest hair around his nipples. But it didn’t take long for Harry to reach for your tits again, squeezing them in his hands.

“Wait…I thought I was supposed to be teasing you,” he groaned.

“So you don’t want your cock in my mouth?” you teased back.

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. “Fuck, babe, I don’t know anymore. You’re so hot. I’m so turned on.”

“I can see that,” you grinned, wrapping your palm around his cock again. Before he could protest, you fell to your knees.

“Babe…” you heard as you barely licked the tip.

“Just let me, Harry. Please? I’m begging,” you looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, batting your lashes.

Letting out a breathy chuckle, Harry gave you permission with a nod and heavy eyelids. You took your time, wetting the head first, then slowly dragging your tongue underneath his length, from the base to the tip. Then licking your lips, you wrapped them around his hard cock, giving a generous amount of suction.

You heard his heavy breathing get louder and faster as you steadied yourself with your other hand on his hip. His own hands were everywhere at first, starting in your hair, then trying to paw at your breasts, then finally settling back on your head, gently urging and guiding you.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so good at this.”

You’d never considered yourself a pro at giving head. You couldn’t even take all of him, for fear of choking. But he didn’t seem to mind. Your mouth and tongue along with your hand seemed to do the trick. After a few more swirls of your tongue, you allowed your other hand to reach underneath, grabbing his balls. He moaned loudly, another expletive rising from his chest.

“Baby. Baby, baby, stop. I don’t wanna come yet.”

Popping off of him, you smiled up at him, saliva dripping from your chin. You enjoyed pleasuring him, but you were excited to move on to phase two. With another low groan, Harry ran his thumb across your chin, guiding you back up to your feet.

“Y/N. I need to be inside you. Now.”

“Aw, you mean I don’t have to beg?”

Harry didn’t bother replying with words. Instead, he pulled down your leggings with fervor, your panties clinging to them so they slipped down together, pooling around your ankles just like Harry’s jeans.

“Turn around, sweetheart,” he patted your hip while wiggling his brows.

More electricity surging through you, you happily did as you were told, bending over the tattoo chair. You felt Harry run his hands down your ass before grabbing your hip and situating himself at your entrance. He slid in slowly at first, like he always did in order to get adjusted. But as soon as he let out a gasp that echoed your own, you knew it wouldn’t be long before he started to move faster.

Harder. His fingers dug into your flesh as he pounded into you. You bit your lip at first, then thought it silly since you were alone. As you began to moan, so did Harry. The sounds intertwined with the sexy, slow jazz were intoxicating. And when Harry bent over to grab your hair and talk in your ear, you thought you might come.

“Pussy’s so good, baby. Been thinking about it all day. Always so wet for me.”

“Mmmm,” was all you could manage.

“You like me fucking you like this?”

“Yes!”

“You like my hard cock pounding into you, my balls slamming against your wet pussy?”

“God, yes!”

“Yeah. It’s mine, innit? Your gorgeous cunt is all mine.”

“Mmhm.”

“Tell me.”

“It’s all yours, Harry. I’m all yours.”

Moaning in your ear, Harry slowed down. You wondered for a moment what was happening as you knew he hadn’t come yet. Then you felt a chill on your back as he stood up, his hands at your hips.

“Let’s get these off the rest of the way,” he said with heavy breaths, indicating your pants.

Blinking, you wiped your eyes and toed off your shoes, stepping out of the leggings as you watched Harry do the same with his jeans.

“Sorry, babe, for the interlude,” his voice cracked. “I wanna try something else.”

“Okay.”

You watched as he readjusted the chair to lay flat. Then he laid down on it.

“C’mere, babe,” he beckoned. “Climb on top of me.”

You shifted your eyes nervously. “Are you sure we won’t break it?”

“Only one way to find out,” he smirked.

Sucking in your lips, you climbed on with Harry’s assistance. You giggled at the awkwardness of it all as you straddled him.

“Just a second, honey,” he said when you were about to aim his cock. “Let me look at you.”

You glared at him, once again wondering what was going through his head. He acted as if he’d never looked at you before. But as you smiled down at him, his own lips grew into his dimpled grin, making you warm all over. He brushed your hair from your face, his thumb grazing across your cheek.

“You’re like an angel,” he murmured. “You take my breath away.”

“Harry…” you exhaled.

“I’m all yours too, honey.”

You beamed at him, knowing it was a reply to your previous admission. Then lifting yourself onto your knees, you looked into his eyes as you sank down onto his cock. You hissed as he closed his eyes, both of you already sensitive.

You rode him with determination, needing to chase the release. After bouncing on him a few times, Harry took your left hand and held it to his chest, making sure you didn’t put too much pressure on that arm. You giggled awkwardly as you tried to keep your balance, but your boyfriend was good at helping.

As you started to reach your high, the burn imminent both in your thighs and your core, you began to cry out.

“Harry….it’s so good, baby…oh, God…Harryyyyy.”

Bucking his hips against you, his hands both now on your own hips, he stared you in the eyes.

“I know, honey. Tell me.”

“Mmmmm…I’m all yours, Harry,” you bit your lip, throwing your head back.

“Y/N. Look at me.”

Blinking, you gazed down at him, his gorgeous face flushed. He groaned in pleasure before wrapping his arms around you.

“Tell me, baby. I wanna hear you say it.”

“What?”

“Tell me you love me.”

Your eyes widening, you stared at him in…no, not disbelief. Because you absolutely believed it.

“I know you feel it, baby. Just like I do. Tell me. Please.”

You’d slowed down your hips, Harry having paused his thrusts. But as you began to resume, moving faster, his gorgeous mouth hanging open, you nodded.

“I love you, Harry.”

His lips twitched before he licked them, then pulled you to him for a kiss.

“I love you, too, Y/N.”

A tiny giggle escaped your throat as realization kicked in. You were in love. And all his.

You rode Harry to the finish, reaching orgasm just before he cried out those three words again. He kissed you deeply, his tongue letting you know how pleased he was. His head falling back, his eyes closed in complete bliss, the biggest, dopiest grin on his face.

“Say it again, babe.”

You kissed his salty chest and neck, then gnawed on his stubbly chin.

“I love you,” you sang softly before kissing his lips.

“And I love you,” he echoed while your face hovered over his, your hair surrounding you both like a secret garden. “So much.”

Chatter filled the room and your ears as you suddenly heard the clink of a fork against glass.

"Ladies and gentlemen! A toast! To our man of the evening!" announced Sherrod. Harry turned to him with a bashful grin. "It has been my utmost pleasure to host this soiree for such an incredible artist. He is a viable part of this community, and I know you all join me in congratulating him at completing another remarkable series. To Harry Styles!"

As everyone clapped and cheered, raising their glasses, you heard Stan shout, "Hear, hear!"

Smiling at your boss, whom you had been thrilled to see arrive with his wife, you watched him make a taste of his own.

"Harry, my son, I've watched you sit at that same table in my cafe for over a year, doodling on your notepads and…thingamajig…" he gestured, making the guests chuckle. "To be honest, I didn't understand why my coffee shop, or why that table…or why only flat white lattes…" more laughs erupted as he patted Harry on the shoulder. "But I knew you had talent. And ambition. I'm proud of you, son. And I'm proud to say I knew you when."

"Hear, hear!" Sherrod and others cheered, raising their glasses again.

"Thank you, Stan. Thank you Sherrod," Harry choked. "This whole night means more to me than you'll ever know. All of you. I'm so humbled that each of you came tonight. This truly was special. I'll never forget it."

Harry's eyes met yours during his final words. Then as the chatter resumed, he stepped forward and pulled you into a long kiss.

"Alright you two," said Jill behind you. "Don't go find a room just yet. I need to take pictures."

You giggled as your friend held her phone up and you posed for several photos with Harry, including one where you were kissing him on the cheek. Satisfied with her shots, Jill squealed with joy and announced she had to take some more with her other friends next to Harry’s art.

A waiter came by then with more champagne, and you gladly took another glass, handing him your empty one.

“I’m so happy to see you having a good time,” beamed Harry, his arm still around you.

“I may have had a few too many of these,” you snickered, covering your mouth with your hand.

“No matter. We have that limo, thanks to you.”

“You can actually thank Shae. It was her idea.”

“Where is Shae, by the way?” Harry turned his head to search for your roommate. He spotted her next to the shrimp, talking to Kyle. His chest shook with laughter as he turned back to you.

“What?” you asked. “Kyle’s a nice guy, right?”

“Yeah. Too nice. She’s probably giving him an earful, and I’ll have to hear about it later.”

You playfully slapped his arm in your friend’s defense, though you knew he was right.

“Good idea, by the way, showing off your tattoo right away. I already have some clients lined up.”

“That’s awesome!” you cheered. You figured one of them was the nice lady you were talking to last time, since you saw her again soon after you’d arrived.

“Harry, my good man, congratulations!” another voice sounded. You both swiveled to see Carlo, his arm already stretched to give Harry a hug.

“Thank you so much for coming, Carlo.”

“Anything for you, my friend! Y/N, I don’t believe you’ve met my beautiful wife, Jossalyn.” Carlo gestured to the stunning tattooed brunette to his right.

You both gave each other salutations before Harry pulled her into a hug as well. Then they announced their exit and said their goodbyes.

“You have a lot of friends and admirers, Harry,” you commented.

He nodded. “Seems that way. I need to remember to count my blessings.”

You lifted your hand to his handsome face, and he covered it with his own, gently shutting his eyes.

“Y/N! We have to be going, guys!” John shouted, breaking your reverie.

“John, thank you so much for coming!” you told him as you squeezed him. “And for bringing Rafi.”

“Told you he’s a dish,” he whispered in your ear.

You nodded as you watched his partner shake hands with Harry, then you did the same. As soon as they left, Harry leaned into you.

“Rafael is interested in my art.”

“Your art, or something else?” you quirked a brow. “I saw how he looked at you earlier.”

Harry cackled. “I promise it was strictly a professional conversation. But if it makes you feel any better, I’ll remind him I’m taken.”

As he slid his arm back around your waist, you shook your head as you smiled up at him. “I was teasing you. I wouldn’t blame anyone in this room for wanting a piece of you…professionally or otherwise. But I appreciate the sentiment. Also, I trust you.”

“Yeah? I’m glad, baby.”

Harry brought his hand up to slide under your jaw, and he was just about to kiss you when the other man of the hour interrupted.

“Harry, lad, I have an early flight in the morning, so I must bid farewell,” said Donovan McNulty. This evening he wore a black suit with a red bowtie. You smiled at him, holding out your hand.

“Mr. Nulty, thank you so much for coming. You’ve made Harry so happy.”

Donovan leaned in and kissed your cheek, then the other. “My dear, I reckon it’s the other way around. Besides, it looks like he’s found his happiness right here, with his muse.”

He gave you a wink as he squeezed your tattooed arm before shaking Harry’s hand and waving goodbye.

The party continued for another hour or so. You and Harry both gave a lot more thank yous and farewells. Then when no other guests remained (Harry insisted on seeing everyone out to show his appreciation), Sherrod finally shooed you out to the limo.

“Thanks for helping with everything, sweetheart,” cooed Harry as he necked you in the back of the car.

“I didn’t do much,” you conveyed. “Sherrod set up most of it.”

“No, you did more than you know. I love and appreciate you.”

“Same here, handsome,” you grinned before caressing his soft lips. “By the way, I have something to show you when we get to your place.”

“Yeah? Is it under your dress?”

You giggled as his hand wandered under the flimsy fabric of the new dress you’d purchased just for this occasion.

“No,” you playfully tugged at his wrist. “It’s something I left there while we were getting ready. It’s in your nightstand.”

“Handcuffs?”

“No! Harry Styles, I’m trying to be romantic and open, and you’re being naughty.”

“Oh. I’m sorry, babe. I can’t help it. It’s just where my mind went.”

“It’s okay,” you tutted.

“What is it?”

“You’ll see.”

Harry held your hand as he walked you to his apartment. The glow of the moon shone through the balcony doors, punctuating the end of the moon-themed evening like a full stop. Although you weren’t ready for it to end just yet.

You laid your clutch bag on the counter next to his keys and wallet before he pulled you in for yet another kiss. Throwing your arms around his neck, you let his tongue tangle with yours, tasting the champagne you’d both consumed. Then he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you into the bedroom.

“Are you gonna show me now?” he asked between kisses after he laid you down.

You simply nodded, then reached for the bedside table, opening the top drawer. You retrieved a small notebook, the one you’d been writing in. Opening it, you flipped to the page you wanted to show him. When you handed it to him, he looked at you inquisitively.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“Remember when you asked me if I had a hobby, something that I was passionate about? And I mentioned I used to write?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“You inspired me.”

With an easy grin, Harry sat back on the pillows, crossing his ankles. You sat next to him, your legs tucked underneath you as you bit your bottom lip nervously.

Brilliant, blazing, glistening, glittering

The celestial satellite shines by the light reflected from the sun

Its beautiful mystery soothingly captivates us

All aglow, seemingly from within

Feminine energy that affects the rise and fall of the tides

A big balloon, luminous and serene

These are words used to describe the moon

But they are also words to describe my heart

For my heart is now a big balloon

All aglow and alight from within

From the light of your heart, the sun

Brilliant, blazing, beautiful

Wondrous and astral, my heart is now home

Lowering the notebook after reading your poem, Harry looked at you.

“It’s kinda short,” you offered with a hesitant chuckle. “But it took me forever.”

“Baby,” he said, scooting closer to you and reaching for you. “This is beautiful.”

“Really?” you crinkled your nose, still not completely confident.

“Yes, baby, really. I love it. I love you.”

Your expression softened, easing into a smile. Harry pulled you to his chest, brushing your hair back from your face.

“Thank you for writing it, but even more, for sharing it with me.”

“I figured I should, since you share so much with me.”

“That’s what I mean, love. Not only did you share your heart with me, but you put it into words on paper. It’s stunning. I’m…”

His hands still in your hair, he paused his words.

“What?” you asked as you saw a tiny tear escape from the corner of his eye and down his cheek. “Harry…”

“Can’t help it, baby,” he choked as you wiped the tear. “I’ve fallen so hard for you.”

“Me too,” you whispered.

“Tell me again, Y/N.”

“I love you…” you said, his lips capturing yours once again before you could say his name.

You didn’t mind that he asked you to say those words. In fact, you liked it. You would tattoo it on your heart if you could.

THE END

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I WANT YOU BACK.

SCENARIO || in which you get back with your ex [ aka genshin and hsr men ]

CONTAINS || Gepard, Blade, Jingyuan, Dan Heng, Childe, Diluc, Scaramouche

WARNING || suggestive. mentions of alcohol. reader is female.

NOTE || I’ve been wanting to make this for a while

GEPARD

How long were you going to wait, days? Months? Years? Gepard had broken up with you after seeing the effects on his job straining on you. He didn’t want to see you suffer but he knew you would either way. He didn’t want to break up with you but after it was done, he slowly found himself wanting more of you.

“ I’m telling you Serval, I’m fine” Gepard carried the heavy boxes that his sister ordered him to lift

“ Are you sure? You seem sleep deprived” Serval mocked, pulling her own eye bags as a emphasis

“ I haven’t got enough sleep…but it’s okay” Gepard placed the last box down, having a huff of exhaustion

“ it’s [y/n] isn’t it?” Serval knew her brother because of her sister instinct

Gepard paused, unable to find the words to tell his sister how he still kept the photos of you and him together

“ it’s for the best” Gepard avoided his sister’s gaze, feeling a sudden vibration in his pocket

Serval frowned. She hated seeing her brother in such a deranged state but she had no contact with you

Gepard looked at his lit up screen, looking rather gloomy as his eyes trailed to the name of the notification

‘ Gepard could you pick me up? I feel unsafe.’

Was what radiated on his phone, Gepard was shocked upon seeing your name. After weeks or what felt like months, you finally texted him back

all those read messages he sent for your well-being, did you read those…?

“ I have to go” Gepard wasted no time, adrenaline coursing through his own veins

“ oh! Okay” his sister shouted as Gepard exited the workshop, his sister pondering what the message was

—

“ [y/n]!?!” Gepard shouted while scanning the abandoned streets, his worry growing by every suffocating second

“ [y/n]..?” Gepard yelled once more, breath becoming shallow from the freezing winters of the night

“ Gepard!?” He finally heard a reply, turning around to see you shivering

“ oh my god.. [y/n]” Gepard was at your side, your body struggling to stand up by itself, “ can you take me home?” You chuckled weakly, eyes closing slowly

“ Are you drunk..?” Gepard’s eyes looked sullen as your fragile body fell on him, his hands embracing you

—

“ what were you thinking!?” Gepard almost shouted at you as you were consumed in numerous blankets

You didn’t respond, staring endlessly at the wall behind him

“ hey!…hey” Gepard lowered his tone, realising you didn’t like to get yelled at, hands cupping your shoulder

“ I’m sorry okay..?” Gepard apologised softly, reflecting on his own actions, “ I’m sorry” Gepard leaned more closely to you.

“ I missed you” you simply respond, eyes finally staring into those bright skies again

Gepard froze, his hand stopping in it’s tracks

“ I miss how you hold me. I miss how you made me coffee in the morning. I miss how you kiss and tell me everything will be fine! I miss everything!” You explain, retorting your anger on him

“ god…I will do anything to do it again but…you broke up with me” you hid your tears despite your eyes pleading with you

Gepard’s cheeks started to warm up. If only you knew how much you meant to him. How he wanted the same thing as you

You stare breathlessly at the man, the tension rising, you weren’t in the right state of mind as you leaned in for a kiss

Gepard knew if he kissed back, if he did anything, the clock would rewind. But maybe things will change..? Maybe he realised the importance of loving you.

His hands support your head ever so slowly, his lips parting to reconnect the kiss you shared

He knew he could never go back. But it was worth the risk for you.

BLADE

You think he would move on but after the break up, his mind would endlessly wander back to you.

“ he hasn’t been like himself lately” Kafka dusted the table with a single finger

“ so? How’s that my problem” you rudely reply, mood dropping at the mention of the name

“ well we can’t have an unmotivated co-worker can we…?” Kafka smiled, walking towards you

“ it’s not my problem anymore” you lowly whisper, averting the woman’s deafening gaze

“ well his surely getting drunk out there or getting laid” Kafka obnoxiously sneered to you, much to the tight grip of your hands on the delicate glass you held

“ I would pick him up…but I have other things to attend to” Kafka wooed, making you guilty

“ so what? You seriously want me to pick him up?” You got increasingly irritated at the cunning women

“ would you be a dear..? Thank you” Kafka smiled, patting your shoulder as she wasted no time in leaving

Being angry was an understatement, you were beyond mad and the fact you had no choice because you would lose a ‘valuable member’

You curse, before gathering your coat

—

“ get up” you almost ordered, seeing a familiar man passed out on the table

“ [y/n]!?!” Blade hiccuped, leaning upwards after hearing your sweet voice again. He thought he was dreaming after seeing your concerned face

You harshly give a grunt, surprised by the fact you had to do this job

“ you need to get home” you pestered, picking up the glass of alcohol in retaliation

“ I’m not drunk” Blade sneers, laughing at his own remarks

“ sure you are” you roll your eyes, bracing yourself to pick him up

Blade lazily looks at your face, having a smirk at your reaction

“ you know, I never told you this but you are hot when you are mad” Blade commented, making you scoff, not wowed by his call outs

“ yeah yeah hurry up” you place the man’s arm over your shoulder

“ I can’t believe this” you found yourself mumbling, tired from just the lifting itself

—

“ drink this” you face Blade by kneeling down to his level, giving him a glass of cold water

Blade was very quiet by now. He didn’t murmur anything to you as you made your trip back to your house

“ and you’ll be gone in the morning” your words sounded like an order, averting Blade’s gaze

You stare at the hopeless man, feeling slightly guilty before you decided to stand up and leave

“ where are you going” Blade grabbed your wrist pulling you back on his chest

“ What are you doing!??” You exclaim, struggling to escape the man’s tight grip

“ I missed you” Blade whispers in your ear, admitting your suspicions

“ well I clearly don’t” you lie, struggling to escape such strong grips, “ …you know why” you couldn’t help but add, giving up from resisting him

“ we can still make it work” Blade gently whispered those words into your ear, tempting you

“ did you and Kafka plan this to win me back?” You laugh a little as Blade doesn’t deny it

“ maybe”

JINGYUAN

Jing yuan would seem patient but due to his job, he ignored you which led to one agreement and another. He regretted everything. But he couldn’t bring himself to break the truth to you. The truth was ; he wants you. And so Badly.

“ general here you go” Fu Xuan placed the sorted out files in corresponding order on the desk

“ thank you” the general himself huffed, massaging his head after going through his third stack of paper work

“ by the way, there’s someone waiting for you by the garden” Fu Xuan dismissed, bowing before disappearing in thin air

Jing yuan placed a finger on his chin, deciding whether to visit his guest and sure enough he travels to meet them

Walking outside he was met with the cool breeze, seeing a familiar figure in the distance like a fever dream

“ to what do I owe pleasure” Jing yuan wore a smile, walking up to you, he tried to compose himself in those mere seconds

“ oh Jingyuan…” you smile, using the sweet tone he fell for

you fixed yourself up, your heart feeling an aching sensation as the purpose of your visit was a dreadful one

Jingyuan is shocked for words, mouth a gap because he didn’t expect you to be in his presence. He felt as if he wanted to embrace you again. But he couldn’t.

“ I assume you are well” Jing yuan breathed, taking in your intact youth

“I’ll make this quick, I presume you have duties to attend to ” you breath heavily, sitting down as you repeated the reason why you broke up

“ well we haven’t seen each other in such a long time, and now…I have all the time in the world…what’s bothering you?” Jing yuan composed, still feeling guilt and awkwardness around you.

you and him had broken up for months now.

“ i was thinking” you play with the pendant in your hands

Jing yuan pays attention to you, somehow after so long, still having the admiration for you

“ I think you should have this” you give Jing yuan the pendant that he gave to you on your anniversary

“ but this..” Jing yuan was beyond shocked, realising after so long he hadn’t moved on from you, realising you were actually moving on

“ I know and I think you should have it” you shared a fake smile, putting the pendant in Jing yuan’s care

“ no.” Jing yuan placed the pendant back in your hands, making you slightly baffled

“ Jing Yuan-“

“ I’m not ready. I’m not ready to accept the fact you have broken up with me. Yes it’s been a long time, 3 months, 2 weeks… but I can’t help wanting you still. I agree you should of been the centre of attention. My attention ” Jing yuan spilled his heart out for you,

“ I can’t …I can’t imagine you. Being gone” Jing Yuan ended his confession

You were moved to tears, although you didn’t show it, you stood upwards, wiping the tears on Jing Yuan’s face

“ I’m sorry” you could barely whisper

“ no. I’m sorry, my love, please..let’s make this work again” Jing yuan grabbed your hand, creating a new oath

Your heart felt what it was like to love again, and with that, you smiled

“ of course”

DAN HENG

He might seem stoic on the outside but after the break up (because of miscommunication), Dan Heng is wounded, his heart calls out for you and he simply can’t move on

“ what? We are out of rooms!?!” You yell out loud, not caring about the attention you’ll attract

“ it appears” March hid behind her camera, fearing for her life after announcing the news

You press a supporting hand over your head, shocked by the revelation.

You were too engrossed in your thoughts that you failed to notice the looming figure walk out their room behind you

“ is [y/n] staying in my room” he spoke, to your annoyance

“ sorry! You guys have to stay together for a few more days I swear” March wanted to ran away

You didn’t argue back as the tension grew the more you stood next to the man

“ goodnight!” March and her new companion ran off without sparing any second thoughts

You curse multiple times, before having to walk in the man’s room. It was very late at night

“ I’ll sleep on the floor” you made up your mind as the door closed

“ I can’t let you do that” Dan Heng, to your surprise, stopped you first

“ well I’ll be fine” you prepare your sleeping area once more, flipping the blanket

“ [y/n] on the bed now” Dan Heng placed a hand on yours, making your eyes avert to him

“ since when did you start to express worry for me?” You ask as kindly as you could, the words coming out sharper than anticipated

Dan Heng fumbles over his words, taking a big breath

“ I still care for you” Dan Heng’s voice sounded like a whisper to you

“ since when? We’ve broken up a long time ago” you retort, eyes showing clear sadness

“ [y/n]. Look at me” Dan Heng softly spoke, his voice guiding your eyes to him

“ I’m sorry…” Dan Heng admits, making you think it was all lies

“ don’t sleep on the floor I don’t want you to get sick” Dan Heng averted your gaze, too embarrassed at his own confession

Something in you snapped, making you pull his face into a heated kiss

Dan Heng stumbled back, wondering how he got in this situation but either way it meant you guys wouldn’t be sleeping on the floor tonight

CHILDE

Childe tried distracting himself from other concerns, suffocating in his endless piles of paperwork. But after fighting more people to ravage his bloodlust, he realised the lonely nights where he would patch himself up. He missed your presence, he missed you.

You place all your memories in a box, starting the next chapter in your life, you finally decided to move on after your friends pestered you to do so

It was a rainy night, a loud one as it echoed through the walls of your home

You sigh, taking one last look at a picture of you and him…you and Childe whom had broke up because you thought it was for the best

You were going to place the picture in the box before suddenly hearing the thuds of knocking on your door

You stare at the door, wondering who would be out in a rain like this. Nevertheless you had to reply, cautiously walking to the door and opening it slowly

“ Childe!?!” You almost exclaim. Seeing a bloody and bruised man at your doorstep

“ I know what you are thinking but this isn’t mine” Childe made his way through your home

“ um excuse me!?! You can’t just show up out of nowhere after we broke up because of this specific reason!” You lectured, slamming the door as your heart ached upon seeing his fragile state

“ I missed you.” Childe made his way on your couch, slouching over it

“ are you drunk!?” You couldn’t believe this man, walking over to the exhausted Childe

“ I’m not” Childe retorted, clearly avoiding your gaze. “ then why are you here?” You breathe in frustration

“ I had an realisation” Childe simply replied to you, you scoffed in dismay, standing up to lazily grab your aid kit

“ what realisation” you found yourself mumbling

“ I’m sorry” Childe admitted, your mouth parting after the sudden response you weren’t preparing for

“ I don’t need your apologies, I don’t feel anything for you anymore” you immediately look away, trying to look emotionless

“ really? You don’t feel anything if I do this” Childe smiled softly and weakly stood up, pulling your waist closely to him

“ you don’t feel anything for me when I breathe here..?” Childe moved his lips closely to your lips, eyes craving for your lips

You were dumbfounded, you couldn’t say any words to stop what he was doing. Your body gave in

“ I don’t” you sharpen up, escaping from the man’s grip, trying to calm your beating heart

“ well I still love you” Childe replied nevertheless, his eyes showing clear guilt

“ stop that” you retorted, daring not to stare into those alluring eyes. “ stop what” Childe said so innocently

“ you always do this. You always give me false hope that you will be with me forever but what if you don’t come back to me..? What if I don’t see you again” you rant endlessly, saying words you’ve repeated over and over again

Childe tried to share a smile, hands pulling you into a tight hug

You felt your eyes overwhelm as the rain roared outside

“ I promise I will careful… I’m sorry..I just. Don’t want you to leave me anymore” Childe recited, you were shocked by those words, finally feeling the warm embrace you had longed for

“ you know what happens when you break a promise.” You commented, wiping your eyes after the embrace

“ I know” Childe nodded, lips connecting with yours. Your lips finally reuniting

DILUC

After the break up due to many miscommunications, Diluc looked unaffected, in fact, he had no other emotions from your point of view. but behind that facade he was a heartbroken mess. Wanting you back was an understatement. His body restricted him from communicating that

‘ so you are just going to leave me like that..? You are so selfish!?!’ Was the last thing you said to Diluc, face to face

You were beyond mad when Jean informed you that she was coming over on behalf of Diluc.

You were mad how he broke up with you and ghosted you for a month and also how he didn’t want to confront you at all

You sighed, almost pulling your hair out in a fit, hearing the doorbell ring

You stomp towards the door, the anger in pace very evident as the door slammed wide open

You were expecting Jean with an apologetic smile but instead, you saw a red haired men awkwardly on your doorstep

“ Diluc..!” You almost yell out, shocked but returning back to your state of anger

“ Jean forgot a few things” Diluc choked, stepping in your house without manners

You huff in exhaustion, trailing behind him. Out of all the people he mentioned her. You felt selfish for thinking the way you did. But for some reason you just couldn’t let all your memories be erased

“ is it up here” Diluc interrupted your rushing thoughts

“ what do you think?” You retort, walking behind him as your hands beckoned him into the room

Diluc didn’t reply, seeing the boxes already there for him. Almost like you wanted him out as soon as possible

“ I still have more things to pack” you sigh, looking at the boxes before crouching down to pack up some more

Diluc was hesitant at first but since it was his possession he had to lean down to assist you in packing up his own things

You look hopelessly at the memories you use to share with him, picking up the items that reminded you of him

“ you can keep that” Diluc interrupted your processing

“ I don’t want it.” You stay stubborn, putting the pictures back in the box of his belongings (to Dilucs dismay)

Diluc sighed and continued to discard all the things he had got for you so carelessly

“ I’m leaving” you stand up, fed up with the man’s attitude

You would of left but felt a hand grab your wrist so suddenly, “….look I lied… I need to tell you something” Diluc saw his plans were failing, suddenly blurting words out, making you furious

“ what? First you break up with me for no reason and now you want me to stay?” You say, breaking down after penting up all your emotions

Diluc didn’t murmur anymore words, pulling you into his embrace

“ Diluc. Stop it.” You try to fight back, hands trying to escape from the situation, “ Stop!” You hit his chest, wanting to escape from his grip

“ I’m sorry for making you suffer all those nights, I realised a world without you makes me ache in pain. I came here to set things right…I’m sorry” Diluc said, nothing more, nothing less. Your eyes soften, after so long you felt like crying

“ I hate you” you murmur, eyes tearing on his shoulder

“ I love you” Diluc responded, hands cupping your head

SCARAMOUCHE

His bold persona tells him that he doesn’t need you. But the heart inside him feels betrayed even though he started all this mess. He doesn’t admit it but he loves you so dearly and misses the nights where he isn’t alone

You stayed up for another all nighter, biting on your food anxiously as you worked on uncompleted documents

It was very late by now and your eyes were weary so it was your cue to sleep

With one last exhausted breath, you lazily wrap up everything you had to do, walking to the kitchen of your home

Unbeknownst to you, you heard a door knock. Although it was faint at first, it got louder

You thought it was because of the lack of sleep you were getting but you peeked at the door after more knocking

You were baffled when you saw the person that knocked tiredly on your door

It was late at night so you instantly open the door

“ what are you doing here!?!” You exclaim as the door opened widely

“ it’s been 3 weeks” Scaramouche makes his way in your home, closing the door behind him

“ 3 weeks and..?” You were still in a state of shock, crossing your arms

“ you haven’t visited or…went looking for me” Scaramouche’s voice weakened, his hands leaning on your counter

“ so? You left after you made it clear that we were breaking up” you said, voice trying not to sound hurt despite how it bled to pieces

“ I…I” Scaramouche tried finding the words to tell you, it felt like something was in his throat, preventing him from expressing what he truely felt

“ I didn’t mean it” Scaramouche averted your gaze, your eyes widening at the unexpected response

“ what do you mean” you walked up to Scaramouche after some hesitation

“ it was the heat of the moment…I miss you” Scaramouche held your hands so suddenly

“ Where is all this coming from??!” You shake your head, thinking everything was a dream. Scara being vulnerable to you? What was happening?

“ just…let me sleep with you tonight” Scaramouche dismissed, hands rubbing his neck from the embarrassment

“ I’m sorry” Scaramouche added, making you freeze, not knowing what to do or feel

“ I promise I will be more kinder” Scaramouche hugged you, seeing your hesitation as he whispered those words

“ I like you the way you are” you whispered back, a smile creeping on your face as your hands collide with his neck

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vesta-ria · 2 years

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No escape; Genshin x Reader SAGAU (Part 1; reader focus)

Hi everyone, how are you? It’s my first post and I tried to be poetic and deep but I’m pretty sure it was not good :(

GN reader (no pronouns mentioned; at least I don’t think)

Sagau imposter au, angst, hurt/no comfort

Fic below the cut!

⇨ 𝕀 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤 ⇦

You were wounded, tired, starving. But they still won't stop chasing you. You have no idea what you did wrong. As for how you ended up in this situation... you have no idea either.

It has been 7... 8? Days? Weeks? You've lost all concept of time, all you knew was to run, to hide, to find any scrap of food that you can.

Let's rewind a bit.

Some time ago, you were isekai'd into the world of Genshin Impact. Before all this, Genshin Impact was your favorite game, your escape from reality. It's ironic how your escape from reality became your nightmarish reality.

The last memory you have of your actual reality was of you scrolling on your phone before dozing off. When you woke up, you were in the middle of nowhere.

You've read fanfiction before, of course, you have. You've been obsessed with this game for ages. Would you call yourself a whale? Probably not, but other people certainly will. The point is, you were familiar with the SAGAU genre of fanfiction. You knew how much danger you were in, and you also knew that the land of Teyvat will cater to your every need

You may not have regretted spending money on the game at that time, but that was you in the past. You've been chased all through the land of Teyvat. The nations of Monstadt, Liyue, and Inazuma all have you as their most wanted criminal. You're grateful - no, extremely thankful that Sumeru has not joined in on the hunt. If you ever make it back home, you'll make sure the Sumeru characters have the best weapons and artifacts.

You hoped to get some rest along the river, and as usual, the land of Teyvat catered to your every need. The tree you were leaning on leaned forward to provide some shade, and a cool breeze washed upon you as a sunsettia fruit fell from the tree. You picked it up and began eating, enjoying the rare moment of peace.

Sadly, all good things come to an end. Your rare moment of peace came to an end when you were spotted by the Monstadt army led by the Acting Grand Master. And so, you were back to running.

You ran, and ran, and ran. Where could you possibly go? There were people in the 3 nations that are willing to help you, but their leaders didn't. Sumeru was too far away there was no way you could go there. And even if you did, it's unlikely they would help you, what would they do? Say you're not an imposter and declare war with the 3 nations?

You had nowhere else to go, they had already informed Liyue and Inazuma of your location, and they were circling you.

This is the end, isn't it? You had nowhere else to run, Teyvat can't help you now. You knew there was no escape from this, but still, you hoped at the bottom of your heart that you were able to summon the help of the many creatures of Teyvat to save you, to let you live for another day. And just maybe, in that extra day, you could be teleported back to your reality.

No matter how much Teyvat tried to save you from your impending doom, they were no match for the 3 archons filled with determination to kill you.

You gave up, there was no other choice. They had found you, and they captured you, you didn't struggle, you didn't fight, you didn't attempt to flee.

There are five stages of accepting the inevitable.

Denial; "This couldn't be happening, I- I mean, those were fiction, they were supposed to be fiction..." is what you would tell yourself most nights when they stopped chasing you.

Anger; "How could you do this? I spent so much money on you, I DEDICATED MY ENTIRE LIFE TO YOU" is what you once yelled at them when you were almost caught.

Bargaining; "This is just a dream, a really bad dream. I'm going to wake up, soon. Soon enough..." you tried to convince yourself, but you knew it wasn't true.

Depression; You cried your eyes out, a lot. You saw no reason to continue. But you still carried on, with that faint hope that it would all be over soon.

Acceptance; "Fine, you got me. I won't fight anymore. Kill me, or do whatever you want. I'm done with this world, just get me out of here" is what you told them before being dragged out to your execution.

"Today we are here to execute the perpetrator of the worst crime that can be committed, impersonating our divine creator." You heard the Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing - Ningguang announce to her people. You guessed the execution is taking place in Liyue, you don't remember the landscape anymore, you don't want to remember.

"The divine creator has not been in contact with us ever since the imposter has been sighted within the lands of Teyvat. It is only reasonable that we assume the imposter had something to do with the divine creator's disappearance." This time it was Jean speaking, but it didn't matter. No matter who was speaking, the content is the same. You were an imposter.

They put you through every torture method possible, they broke your bones and blinded you. You still couldn't die.

Why? Why must this happen to you?

It had gone on for so long that you no longer felt pain, it was numb, everything was numb. You can barely hear anything. When they finally pierced a polearm through your heart, you didn't feel anything. Just the same numbness.

The voice in your head got quieter, and quieter. Until it was completely silent.

Finally, at last.

Peace.

HI EVERYONE, feel free to request some ideas. I have 2 other parts of this fanfic planned I just don’t know when I’d post it so stay tuned if you enjoy reading this :)

#genshin #genshin impact #sagau #imposter au #imposter!au #sagau imposter #sagau impostor au #angst #genshin angst #sagau creator #sagau creator au #genshin sagau

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probably-writing-x · 1 year

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Just One of Those Days

Summary:

Warnings: just a whole bunch of fluff

Author’s Note: i’ve been running low on creativity the past few days so i hope you still enjoy this <3 requests are always open xoxo

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You knew as soon as you woke up that it wouldn’t be a good day. It was the second day of your period, meaning your hormones felt like they were all over the place, your torso was in constant pain from cramping, you had a headache that you couldn’t shake, you were hungry beyond what your normal food could satisfy, and you wanted to sleep and cry all at once. Typical, right?

Drew had already left, and he told you he’d be on set all day today. You’d be at home on your own on a day you really didn’t want to be. But that wasn’t his fault. You had to remind yourself of that.

You change into your baggiest pair of joggers and one of Drew’s hoodies, the clothes making you feel like you had shrunk into them. That’s all it feels like you have the energy to do, flopping down onto the couch and turning the TV on. It’s all the shitty programmes at this time, so you switch to Netflix and binge watch a show you’d seen five times already.

Drew texts you at five saying he’s going to be late coming home and asks if you want anything at the shop. You’d learnt already today that you had no good food in the house, so you ask him to pick up some snacks - though couldn’t make your mind up on exactly what you wanted. You drop your phone back onto the couch underneath you and turn back to the TV show, rewinding to watch the scene again.

~~~

An hour or so later, you hear Drew’s keys in the door, the rustle of a paper bag in his hand.

“Hey baby!” He calls out, “I got us dinner at the shop - I was thinking grilled chicken salad.”

You groan and turn your head into the pillow underneath you.

“Everything okay?” You can hear the frown in his words.

“I just thought we could order tonight,” You push yourself up to sit on the couch.

“Oh, well that’s okay, we can order, this stuff will last for tomorrow,” Drew nods, setting it down on the table in the kitchen before walking over to you in the lounge.

He bends down over the side of the couch to kiss you and you return the gesture quickly.

“What’s wrong?” Drew frowns, sitting down on the coffee table in front of you so that he could face you.

“Nothing, I’m just tired,” You shake your head, “How was work?”

“It was good, pretty busy day actually. I was filming with the rest of the cast a lot today so it was so much more fun,” He smiles, “How was your day?”

Your stomach was grumbling and your eyes felt tired and you wanted to order a takeaway and go to bed. But your boyfriend was home and he’d bought you snacks and he was asking how your day was. And yet you couldn’t think of anything more than wanting to go to bed and shut off from the world for a day.

“It was fine.”

Drew frowns at you, resting a hand on your knee, his thumb brushing over the material of your joggers, “Have I done something wrong?”

You shake your head, “Just tired.”

“Alright, well let me order us some food, and you can pick the film we watch, do you want a drink or anything?”

“I hate picking the film, I never know what we should watch.”

He laughs and stands up, “Alright, you take my phone and order whatever food you want, I’ll put away the groceries and then pick the film. Is that a better deal?”

You nod and he hands you his phone from your pocket. It lights up with a photo of the two of you on holiday, on the beach. But all you can focus on is the way your body seems to feel so different now from the way it looked there, and it boils a new sense of irritation inside you - one you try to dismiss.

“They didn’t have the chips you like at the store so I got the other flavour instead,” Drew mentions as he empties out the grocery bags, stopping as he looks up to see you.

You’ve got the hood of his jumper tugged up around your head, like you’re disappearing inside the clothes, your hair poking out from either side around your face, your shoulders slumped.

He laughs gently, stepping around the kitchen island to see you, “You look adorable. C’mere.”

Drew envelopes his arms around you, his chin resting on your hair.

“Just having a bad day?” He asks, tightening his arms around you.

You hum in agreement against his chest, burying yourself into him, “I forgot the end of your phone number and it’s asking for it to order the food.”

Drew chuckles again, “Alright, it’s okay, I got it, how about we just watch The Office tonight?”

You nod and pull away from him, letting him press a soft kiss to your forehead before you go back to the couch, Drew watching behind you as you go.

He comes into the lounge a few minutes later, telling you that he’s ordered the food and that it shouldn’t be more than forty minutes. Your stomach grumbles at the thought of waiting. Drew outstretches an arm and you slip into his hold, your head resting against his lap. He smooths a hand over your hair, running his fingers through the strands and massaging your scalp.

The two of you stay like that until someone buzzes at the flat and Drew gets up to go and collect the food. He comes back with chinese takeaway boxes for the two of you and you sit on opposite sides of the couch to eat, your feet curled up underneath you.

You’re not sure why it comes over you so quickly, but it’s like as soon as you open it, the emotion simply overwhelms you.

“What? What is it? Did I do something wrong?” Drew frowns, setting his food down to divert his full attention to you.

You shake your head, tears filling over your eyes, trying your best to avoid them falling over your cheeks, “No, no, I’m fine.”

“Darling, what’s wrong?” Drew continues, his brows furrowing.

“I ordered the wrong rice,” You stare down at your food, a tear rolling over your cheek, “I wanted egg fried rice and I ordered the wrong one.”

Drew smiles, squeezing your thigh, “Take mine, I’ll have this one. Is that okay?”

You sniff and he swaps the boxes over like it’s nothing, leaning back into his seat and turning back to watch the TV. You carry on eating the rest of your takeout, it slowly starting to ease the clench of hunger in your stomach. Though, it doesn’t take long before you realise what episode of The Office is playing, the one where Pam’s certain she’s not enough for Jim - the scene always made you cry.

And today is no different. Your shoulders shake as you start to cry, your chopsticks left discarded in your half empty box of food as your vision blurs from the liquid pooling in them.

“Your food’s not good? They forgot part of your order?” Drew guesses, grabbing a tissue from the box on the coffee table and handing it over to you, “What’s happened?”

“It’s you,” You sniff, wiping your eyes with the tissue.

“What? I didn’t do anything,” Drew laughs a little, “I’m just breathing over here.”

“You picked this episode,” You sniff, “This always makes me cry.”

Drew laughs and sets your food boxes down, taking both of your hands and pulling you into him, wrapping his arms around you, “Okay, so I’m guessing this is about to be a bad few days instead of just a bad day. Do you need me to get you anything or do you have enough?”

“I have enough,” You mumble, tucking your head against him.

“Okay, that’s one good thing,” He runs a hand up and down your back, “How about we finish our food, we turn off the TV, I’ll get a hot water bottle ready for you, and we can just stay in bed. I’ve got tomorrow off too so we don’t even need to worry about getting up.”

You nod against his chest and feel him tighten his hold around you, pushing back the hood over your hair to kiss you a few times, again and again until you’re laughing in his arms.

“There she is,” Drew grins as you pull away from him enough to look up, “Feeling a bit better?”

You nod again and kiss him quickly, moving your head to rest against his shoulder instead.

“Okay we can stay here for a little longer.”

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cheolism · 1 year

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where do broken hearts go

✧ kim mingyu x reader

✧ summary: another man's trash, another man's soulmate

✧ genre: friends to lovers, song-inspired, the pain of watching your soulmate cry over heartbreak

✧ notes: where do broken hearts go is one of my favorite songs ever and i couldn't help but write this while i was still in the groove of writing. the heartbreak is between reader and an unnamed man, none between mingyu and reader

✧ wc is approx 1.3k

mingyu remembered how you had looked when that man had rejected you.

he remembered how at first you were confused; he was too. he was so sure the man would accept your flowers and offer. mingyu would have, after all. he had imagined it, before. he imagined it was him that you had picked out flowers for, but the difference between him and the man you were confessing to was that you knew mingyu loved chrysanthemums the best, whereas with the man thought having favorite flowers was silly.

your hands had fallen, the roses hanging loosely from your grip. you had watched the man walk away, eyes focused on him; mingyu had watched you. watched as your entire figure seemed to drain, all energy and life seeping from your body and leaving with the man.

he remembered how you cried. god. mingyu hated it when you cried, even when it was 4 a.m. and you were crying at the 24-hour diner because you were drunk and had ran out of maple syrup for your pancakes and were convinced the waitress would hate you because you had to refill it. he hated it when you cried whenever you saw the end of toy story 3.

but fuck, he hated it with every fiber of his being when you cried from pain. hated it when you were seriously ill and had called him, sobbing into the phone; hated it as you cried over the toilet seat, fever raging through your body. hated it when you couldn’t help the little tears whenever the nurse had to draw blood.

hated it when you pressed yourself into his chest, burrowing as closely as you could, sobbing as pain from heartbreak stabbed at you.

mingyu remembered how he had wanted to punch that man square in the face; how he wanted to rewind time and stop you from ever meeting that son of a bitch. he remembered how he had wrapped his arms around you and hummed, letting you cry into his chest until your body sagged against him from exhaustion.

“i thought -- i thought he liked me --”

he remembered how absolutely crumpled you were in the following weeks. it was as if the man had used you like a tissue, crumpling you up and throwing you aside.

he remembered the way black constantly lingered beneath your eyes from lack of sleep. he remembered how you couldn’t look at flowers; how you turned down his attempts at getting you outside on your “friend dates”. mingyu remembered how you had whimpered that you shouldn’t be this distraught, that you should really move on.

“it’s okay,” he had whispered. “he doesn’t deserve you. he wouldn’t have treated you right.”

“i don’t care about being treated right,” you had sobbed. “i just want to be loved.”

you deserved to be treated like a goddess, mingyu had thought. he still thought that.

months later, long after the crisp air that had accompanied valentine’s day had vanished and was replaced by the humid summer winds, the man appeared again.

the two of you were in a cafe. it was one you visited often, where the baristas all knew your names and orders. it was another date, and mingyu had you giggling at him as he frantically wiped up his spilled hot chocolate.

“some things really never change,” you laughed. “and i guess one of them is your clumsiness.”

and then he had appeared, like a bad omen. he darkened up the cafe. you had glanced over at him, as if he was a magnet and you couldn’t help it, and mingyu wished he would’ve agreed to going to the movies like you had suggested.

“oh,” you had gasped.

“hi,” the man said, approaching the table. his hands were shoved into his pockets. mingyu didn’t want to admit that he looked good, but. he was clean shaven and strong and broad, and mingyu knew if he were to stand up the two of them would be the same height. “can we talk?”

mingyu straightened. he cleared his throat, and you finally looked back at him. “uh. actually --”

“i regret saying no,” the man rushed out, hovering over you. you leaned back. “i should’ve said yes. i thought i was too good for you, but fuck, i regret it. i’ve regretted it ever since.”

there was a moment of silence. “uh. listen --”

“give me a chance,” the man interrupted again. “please. i’ll treat you like a princess. like a queen.”

but they’re a goddess, mingyu wanted to snap. but this was your conversation to have, and he was going to stay out of it until you asked to help.

“please. you don’t understand how heartbroken i’ve been over this.”

for a moment you were silent and still. mingyu wondered if you even heard what the man had said. and then you laughed.

mingyu loved your laughter. he loved it when you were surprised by whatever comment someone made and a little snort escaped you. he loved it when you were breathless with it, trying to gulp in air. he loved it even when you let out a little bark of fake laughter whenever he made a bad joke, knowing it was because you didn’t have the heart to ignore him.

this laugh was cold and mingyu knew that if it was directed at him he would’ve folded immediately. he would’ve gotten on his knees and apologized. he would’ve begged.

instead he lifted up his drink and took a sip.

“you were heart broken?” you asked, tone incredulous. “you? did you feel like you were led on for months? like the person you were talking to was lying about his feelings the entire time? did you feel like you were betrayed? humiliated?”

“listen --”

“no.” you stood, and mingyu hurriedly followed suit. you narrowed your eyes at the man. “you broke my heart and fucking stomped on it. you don’t get to come back and act as if i’m going to just open my arms wide and let you back into my life. you’re an ass. you deserve whatever lonely ass life karma is about to dish out at you.

“now,” you carried on, pushing your chair in. you tipped your head towards the door and mingyu, who was nothing but obedient, rounded the table and joined your side. “me and my boyfriend are going to go somewhere else to carry on our date.”

the man gaped, looking between you and mingyu. mingyu couldn’t help the satisfaction that bubbled up within him, and he looped his arm around your waist and pulled you close. “kim mingyu?”

“i guess it really was a good thing you rejected me.” you leaned against mingyu, and he bent to press a kiss to the top of your head. “it helped me see what was right in front of me.”

mingyu tucked his hand into your back pocket as the two of you left the cafe, thumb hooking on the belt loop. you sighed, tipping your head up towards him. he swooped down and pressed a kiss to your lips.

“i really was an idiot,” you murmured, and you pressed another kiss to the corner of his mouth. “can’t believe it took me getting my heart fucking torn out to realize how much i loved you. i’m sorry it took me so long, mingyu.”

he shrugged. “we got here in the end, didn’t we? i would’ve stood by your side until the end of time. you know that.”

“still,” you said.

it didn’t matter how the two of you got together, he thought. all that mattered was that the two of you found home in another another, loved one another as dearly as flowers loved the sun.

when you came to him crying, he opened his arms; when you were rendered immobile from the pain of heartbreak, when you were unable to move despite the thunder and pouring rain, he built a home around you with his two hands and vowed to protect you. and he would.

and he will.

#!!!!#mingyu #mingyu fic #mingyu x reader #mingyu oneshot #svt mingyu #svt mingyu x reader #svt mingyu fic #svt x reader #svt fic #my fic #kim mingyu #kim mingyu x reader #svt oneshot

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alexlwrites · 1 year

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𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐞

✿𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Taehyung x Reader

✿ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: The one where Taehyung didn’t give you as much attention as he should.

✿ 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔: Angst, Short.

°•. ✿ .•°

Could he exist in a world never touched by you, Taehyung wondered. In the multiversed layers of this cursed existence, could he find one surgically clean of you? Could he delete the multitude of synesthesic reminders you scattered around every corner of his life?

But most importantly, would he want to? He wasn’t so sure anymore.

There was a half empty bottle of your perfume on top of his drawer, a single pink sock under his bed, a charger he found behind his couch. He called you one night, trying to lure you into talking to him under the pretense of giving it all back - as if he could! - but you didn’t pick up.

Was that how you felt? All those times he didn’t pick up when you called or didn’t answer your texts, too busy soaking up spotlights and drinking up applauses. Did his silence feel as suffocating as yours?

Taehyung can’t breathe. Is there such a thing as too much air? Too much space? He has too much of it all. He doesn’t want it. He wants your air, shared between the spaces of your pillow and his. He wants your space, the one he invaded when he threw his leg over yours, clinging to your body like a lifeline.

When did he let go of that? When did he forget his place? His place - not on the stage, not on the lumpy couch of some late night show host, not under hot lights, but right next to you, sinking his fingers into your hips and resting his lips on that one spot where your shoulders met your neck and his world met yours and all made sense again.

He doesn’t remember the last time he felt truly rested. He hears the sound of his worried bandmates fretting in the background of his mind but he doesn’t know how to help. When did you last eat? Two months ago, when you made him dinner and he didn’t show up in time to enjoy it with you, guilt gnawing at his insides as he heated up your delicious food in the microwave. When did you last shower? About a month ago, water falling on both of your bodies as he apologized for another flaked date night and he couldn’t tell if you were crying or not.

When did you last… About three weeks ago. All his memories stopped there, on the moment you walked out of the door. His brain rewinds those couple of minutes, forcing him to relive it, haunting him with all his mistakes, making him list all the things he should’ve done differently.

Taehyung reads through your old text messages religiously, your words a prayer. “Good morning! I love you!” he reads and tries to figure out what in the world he could’ve been doing that stopped him from texting you back.

A week later, another text: “I miss you”. He feels like screaming.

“Are you coming home tonight?”

“We should do something this weekend.”

“Let me know when you have some time to call :)”

And again “I miss you.”

You words chain him to his (our, he thinks, holding on to the possessive adjective like it meant something) bed. Maybe if he stayed there, where you last left him, you would come back and find him again, like a lost child at the mall. He should stay where he last saw you. He couldn’t risk it.

Instead of getting up, eating, sleeping or moving on he types into his phone, knowing his message won’t go through just like all the 187 he sent in the past three weeks. “I miss you” he echoes “and I don’t even have that right, I know. I miss you and if I had been just a bit smarter, just a little bit less of a selfish, blind asshole I wouldn’t have to miss you, because you would’ve been here.”

“Three weeks, four hours and five minutes since you left and I can now pinpoint all of the moments I let you down. I can name them alphabetically or by how badly they hurt to think about. Your disappointment is tattooed to the back of my eyelids. I deserve it. I hope it stays there.”

Taehyung types and types, eyes blurred and fingers trembling . He writes like an author desperate for a paycheck, a lyricist with bills to pay and albums to put out, odes and novels to all the wrong things he did. He screams his song of loneliness and regret into the silence of his (our!) bedroom.

“Please come back”

This number can't be found at this moment.

“Please come back”

This number can't be found at this moment.

“Please come back”

This number can't be found at this moment.

“Please come back”

And again, four weeks, three hours, two minutes, 28 showers, 112 meals and a million shallow inhales and exhales without you later:

“Please come back.”

11:23 pm. Delivered.

“I’m right where you left me.”

11:24 pm. Read.

And Taehyung feels like he can maybe - just maybe, hopefully, wistfully - breathe again.

°•. ✿ .•°

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#kim taehyung #kim taehyung x reader #v x reader #bts x reader #bts scenarios #taehyung angst #taehyung fanfic

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lilykatelyn-blog · 3 months

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Nights Like This

Pairing: Seungmin x reader. Genre: angst? Idek, please tell me if you want me to redo it in a diff genre 😭 I only heard break ups and all. Song: Nights Like This - Kehlani (feat. Ty Dollar $ign). tag: @sxnset-angel

you act like you need remindin’, tryin’ to do it over, bring it back, and rewind it.

You know you shouldn’t, but you just couldn’t help it. The wine touched your lips as you stared at the wilted roses on your kitchen counter.

thought you was mine, but you decided to be with him, though.

You stared at your phone, the most dangerous tool near you. You thought you two were forever, but he seemed to have different plans. He took your feelings and threw them out the window as if they were garbage. He has your heart though, always has, always will. You picked the phone up, clicking on his contact, labeled ‘Seung 🐶’. You held your thumb over the call button.

if I called, would you pick it up?

All the lies, everything. All of it was just a ploy to stop spending time with you in hopes you would break up with him first. Why? Why did he do it? He led you on and got your hopes so high.

just ‘gon get my hopes high, girl.

This keeps happening. You call, make up for a few hours, he comes over, you have sex, drink wine, and he leaves with a pathetic message saying ‘I’m sorry, I can’t.’

On some nights like this, I just want to text you, but for what?

It’s always the cute ones. You put your phone off and pour the rest of the wine down the drain, ignoring his ‘I miss you.’ text. You got his contact and deleted it, blocking the number and turning your phone off. You knew that in your 3rd drawer you had his number, you knew you’d use it again and call him up tomorrow night, but tonight you deserved peace. You’d always have time tomorrow.

On some nights like this, shorty, I can’t help but think of us. On some nights like this, I just want to text you, but for what?

#Seungmin x reader #angst?#stray kids x reader #stray kids angst #skz angst #skz x reader #Seungmin angst #kim seungmin #kim Seungmin angst

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ahundredtimesover · 1 year

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Belong (3.5: Rewind) | MYG

Pairing: Yoongi x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: exes-to-lovers-to-exes-to-lovers; actress!OC x basketball coach!Yoongi; summer romance; “long” distance relationship; parallel timelines; angst, fluff, smut

Chapter (Series) Warnings: foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption & passing out, family drama, sport injury; dreams & moving away; implied depression; basketball and acting talk; 2014 and 2022 Yoongi; shy and nonchalant cocky whipped Yoongi; almost drowning, explicit sexual content (kissing, fingering, oral, penetrative sex) (18+)

Chapter Word count: 7.5k

Series Masterlist

Status: Complete

Series summary: Being an actor has always been your dream. Pursuing it meant many things - leaving the town where you grew up, distancing yourself from your family that had fallen apart, and saying goodbye to the man who made you feel what home was like. When you decide to finally return after being away for so long, you meet Min Yoongi again, and you’re reminded of the summer romance from 8 years ago with the college basketball superstar whose broken dream pushed you away. As you find yourself spending time with him, you’re left to wonder if love changes, if it gives second chances, or if it’s just another illusion that will hurt the both of you the second time around.

Listen to: Oceans Apart by Secret Nation; Let it Go by James Bay; Already Gone by Sleeping At Last; All I Want by Kodaline || Playlist 🎶

A/N: This one’s a pretty hard one. Please take care and reach out to anyone if it gets too much. So Far Away and Snooze would be good companions for this chapter as well.

7 years ago

You stand in front of the mirror and gaze at the woman looking back at you. Donned in a blush dress, pearl earrings, and a cream-colored scarf as a headband on your hair, you think you look pretty great. Elegant is a word you could use; you always took after your mom’s style and people described her as such. Some of your instructors think the same, but all that matters is what one specific man thinks.

Your phone beeps to tell you he’s arrived, so you grab your bags and head out the door.

“Going out again?” Your father’s voice stops you, but you sense only curiosity in his tone.

“Yup, and I’m sleeping over at Tae’s,” you lie; he’s the perfect alibi, really. “Bye!”

You turn away and skip outside, towards the car that’s parked across the street. Routinely, Yoongi drives away immediately in case your father decides to check who’s picking you up, and it’s on the first stoplight right as you exit your neighborhood that you turn to the man next to you and kiss his cheek.

“Happy anniversary, baby,” you smile.

Yoongi’s eyes trace your face and your body as he smiles back. “Happy anniversary, jagi. You look really beautiful.”

You feel the heat rush to your cheeks. Your boyfriend usually compliments you when his head’s buried in your neck since he tends to get shy, so when he says those words while he gazes at you, you can’t help but feel flustered, an effect he just has on you.

It’s been a year since you both admitted your feelings for each other and you get to celebrate that today with a stay-in movie afternoon and dinner at the restaurant where he took you on that first fancy date.

Yoongi says he was supposed to cook for you for lunch but decided instead to go to the cafe you went to after that spin-the-bottle make-out session.

“It’s where it all started,” he says as he pulls up at the place.

“Where it started was actually Jungkook’s apartment,” you correct him.

“Technically, it started in the gym where we had our game,” he counters.

“Right. Where you got hit by the ball because you were so smitten by me,” you tease.

“Yah,” he pouts. “You have broken my trust because you told Taehyung about that.”

“It makes me giddy, I couldn’t help it,” you giggle.

You go through lunch with your usual stories and banter and then head to his apartment, which looks much cozier than you remember it being 2 days ago when you were last here. There’s a vase with marigolds on the dining table, throw pillows on the floor, and comfy blankets on his tiny couch. There’s even a popcorn machine and mood lights that he got for the occasion.

“Baby, what’s all this?” You smile, pulling him close.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he shrugs. “Just thought I’d clean up a bit.”

“It’s perfect,” you say, embracing him for a deep kiss.

You make yourself comfortable on the couch as you curl into him. You finally decide your choice of movie to be Love and Other Drugs, which makes you bawl your eyes out, and that’s followed by Yoongi’s choice of Love and Basketball, which makes him quite emotional.

Once you’ve both sorted your feelings out and kissed until you ran out of breath, you head to the restaurant for dinner and eat something fancier than what you had the last time. When Yoongi asks for the bill, the server informs him that one Mr. Min has settled it.

“My dad?” He wonders out loud.

“Yes,” the server replies. “We just called him as instructed and it’s all been paid for. He wishes both of you a happy anniversary.”

Yoongi smiles to himself and sends a message to his old man. A simple thank you would do even if there’s more for him to say.

“That’s so sweet,” you gush. “I’ll visit him tomorrow and give him the biggest hug. I just love how supportive he is.”

Yoongi agrees and thinks of the times his dad let him off work early or not at all to be with you when you’d visit or when he’d go to Seoul for you. He remembers the small smiles and words of encouragement when you’re mentioned. He remembers all the ways his dad has shown that he’s happy for his son who’s found someone who loves him the way you do. Yet even then, there’s a bit of sadness at the thought.

“He’s like that with my brother and his girlfriend, too,” Yoongi shares. “I think he’s just happy that we get to have a relationship like this, you know? Maybe it reminds him of what he lost. He constantly tells us not to screw it up.”

His mom grew up at a farm and worked hard at their family’s business. But she always dreamed of the big city life as a career woman and always wanted to be somewhere at the center of things. She wanted the fast pace and glitz and glamor and little luxuries that she couldn’t have here. She put those desires on hold when she met his dad; fell in love immediately and made a life here that seemed to override whatever dreams she had.

He did his best - worked extremely hard at the shop, built her a house she wanted, took her to Seoul regularly for the thrill she sought. She did his best, too - returned his love and affection, took care of the family they created, and stayed every time he asked her to, even if she wanted more. He didn’t want to let go of his life here. Neither did he want to lose her, but he eventually did, after the last time he asked her to stay and she said she no longer couldn’t.

Yoongi doesn’t know why his dad didn’t do more, but then again, he thinks he shouldn’t have asked her to stay that first time. If she wanted him at the end of it all, then losing her temporarily would’ve been better than trapping her in this life where she wasn’t completely happy. Being with someone while dreaming of another - better - life just isn’t sustainable, and Yoongi wishes he was old enough to tell that to his old man.

“Well, if we’re adding to your dad’s joy, then that's wonderful,” you say. “At least we’re not the only ones happy.”

You finish the sumptuous meal and head back to Yoongi’s apartment to continue the celebration. There’s a gift you want to give, you say, and he says that so does he.

You sit on the floor with him and retrieve the Yamazaki whiskey from your bag to his confusion then delight, saying that you snuck it out of your dad’s liquor cabinet and it’s one of many.

“This isn’t the gift though,” you say, as he pours each of you a glass. “This is.”

He opens the box that you hand him and softly smiles. He stares at it for a while before feeling the material, smelling it, and then unfolding it.

It’s the vintage Allen Iverson jersey he said he’s been saving up for, and you’re glad that your few months’ salary from acting and being the assistant to the production assistant of the show you did an extra for were enough to afford this. The way his fingers trace the threading and the hem tells you he likes it.

“I love it when you talk about basketball even if I don’t always understand it,” you smile. “I hope you keep sharing it with me.”

“Thank you, jagi,” he whispers, feeling like there’s more to say that he can’t find words for, so he kisses you tenderly instead. He knows he’ll be wearing this as often as possible. “Now, I went a bit personal with my gift,” he says, placing a box on your lap.

You excitedly open it to find a floral silk scarf that looks incredibly elegant, and you squeal in joy at how pretty it looks.

“Baby, this is so beautiful. I’ve been looking for something like this.”

“Good,” he giggles. “There’s one more thing, though.”

You remove wrapping paper and see a notebook underneath. The cover looks pretty ordinary, but you feel the tears form once you flip through the pages.

It’s like his diary for the past year, with as little as one-sentence entries to as long as a whole page.

We watched A Moment to Remember for the 5th time and she cried again. Wish I got to hug her

She fell asleep on video call and talked in her sleep. Cute

She spent our whole drive to Busan talking. Some stories she’s told me already but it’s okay. I can listen to her talk everyday and not get bored

I arrived at her apartment late and she was upset with me even though she kept denying it. I knew because she didn’t kiss me until the second hour. But I should’ve kissed her sooner

She rushed from her filming to get to my graduation on time. I wish I knew the right words to express how much it meant to me. I’ll always remember it

I told her I love her first and she giggled. Yah, I couldn’t stop smiling!

You use the notebook to cover your tear-stained face; you’re ugly crying by now and you’re too shy to show him, but he’s why you’re like this in the first place.

“Jagi, that gift is supposed to make you laugh because it’s cringey,” he says, pulling your arm so he could see you. “Is it really that embarrassing?”

“What are you saying?” You cry some more. “It’s the sweetest thing ever. Baby, you don’t tell me these things.”

“Exactly,” he chuckles. “I get shy and weirded out so I just write them down. Being away from you is hard and I don’t know if I get to express enough when we’re apart and even when you’re here, so… yeah.”

“Baby, you express enough in other ways,” you assure him. “But this is so, so special. I will read this everyday and imagine it in your voice and your soft, shy smile.”

Yoongi groans. “Just don’t show Taehyung, okay? That’s a super-secret, for-your-eyes-only, once-in-a-lifetime thing.”

You laugh at the way he pouts, and it prompts you to position yourself on his lap and wrap your arms around his neck.

“You won’t be doing this for our second anniversary?” You ask.

“Well, my plan is to say more this time,” he mumbles, “and not just write them. I… I know you need to hear the words, too.”

“However you want to say them is however I need to know them,” you respond, kissing him deeply. “You love me, that’s what matters. Whether I hear it or read it, as long as I feel it,” you continue.

You nibble his lip as the tension starts to build. With desire in your eyes, you kiss his cheek down to his jaw. “And I really wanna feel it.”

The words affect Yoongi immediately, and he pushes against your clothed cunt to tease. “Well, do you feel it?”

You giggle your yes in his ear, a sweet sound he likes hearing no matter how turned on he is.

Yoongi lays you on the floor, ensuring there’s a blanket to rest your head on. Propped up on one arm, he kisses you, soft and teasing the way he likes, while he unbuttons your dress. He cups your cheek like he always does, his thumb detouring to your mouth for you to suck gently, and his dick throbs at the sight. But he pushes on - pulling down your bra, flicking your nipple, and smirking when your back arches already when he hasn’t even done that much yet.

His fingers reach your sopping cunt and they play you like his favorite game - skillfully, confidently, revealing that cockiness that only comes out when he does something he knows he’s good at.

You smile through the pleasure, pulling him for a kiss in between your moans. You try to reach for his dick, mumbling how you want it in your mouth so he switches positions, kneeling to your side to be swallowed by you while still pleasuring you with his hand.

The sounds you make are obscene while he maintains his groans and hushed curses. He just wants to ingrain this image in his mind to remind him of how perfect you are for each other. The way you make each other feel isn’t something that can be replicated. Even with barely any words, he knows that you know how he feels, especially once he shifts again to enter inside you now, letting you feel how hard you’ve made him.

It’s slow but intentional at first. He wants it intimate, with him hovering over you and kissing down your jaw. But as your moans intensify, so does his pleasure, so he gets on his knees and pulls your legs apart, giving him the perfect angle to thrust into you roughly.

“Fuck, baby, ye—” you keen. “Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t stop.”

Yoongi doesn’t. He lets himself get lost in the feel and sound of you, gripping your waist as he pushes deeper and deeper. Your shaking legs signal that it’s close to too much, and with a few flicks of your nub, you come crashing, and at your pleas for him to come with you, he crashes as well.

He lays next to your side and pulls you in his arms.

“Oh, baby. You’re such a freaky romantic,” you tease, cupping his cheek this time and planting a soft kiss on his lips. His look softens. “Day 1, year 2. We came so hard and then she giggled and kissed me,” he narrates, causing you to laugh again. “She’s so adorable when she looks so soft. I love her so much.”

Summer ends too soon for you. By the middle of it, there were less of the lazy days at Yoongi’s apartment and more of the cafe runs before his training with a developmental team. It’s the usual next step, as the draft for the professional teams is still a few months from now, and this is where players get scouted. It’s basically their time to show the big league what they’re made of; the media hypes the players up as well and that adds to the anticipation of their eventual debut on the national stage.

Your support for Yoongi didn’t waver. Once he passed the tryout for the best team in the area, he spent a lot of time on the court. You’d wake up to an empty bed next to you because he’s off to morning training; some afternoons were spent in another city where the game was being held. But whenever he was back at home with you, it was all cuddles and kisses and inside stories and excitement from him.

There’s this joy he has whenever he plays. It’s not as obvious because unlike his teammates, Yoongi doesn’t react much. But since you watch him and not really the game, you notice how he always looks around the court before every match. You see the tiniest of smiles whenever he makes a shot or a good pass. You feel his focus when he’s seated on the bench, watching his teammates and then whispering something to them after.

He was their college team’s captain not because he was the most vocal, but because he was the most observant. He knew every team member’s individual strengths and highlighted those, and this time was no different. He always said he’s a student of the game and would spend entire days just watching play-by-plays and analyses.

But you enjoyed every day you got to watch him train or play. You snuck in a smirk or two when you’d caught his attention, and he took his revenge by gazing at you after a made-shot until you felt hot all over. He really is a confident one when he’s on the court.

You left in tears as you did the year before. You knew it was gonna be harder this time - he’d be more focused with training and getting drafted while you’d be in your final year of university. But you promised you’d still see each other as much as you could and you stayed true to that.

Months pass and though less frequent and shorter, the visits continue. So do the regular calls and texts, even if your exhaustion shows more and his frustration over losses hits harder. But the care and love remain.

He assures you of being fully with you after he gets drafted - wherever that may be; he said he hopes he’ll be based in Seoul - and you assure him the same after you graduate. The life you never even thought you’d want is slowly shaping up. You imagine the nice house in the big city and days of his basketball games and your movies. You imagine the mornings and evenings together, all the talks and the lovemaking, and all the hurt from your past being let go.

It was all good until it wasn’t. All it took was one bad fall, a broken kneecap, and a shattered dream to change everything.

6.5 years ago

The bell over the door rings, signaling a customer, and Yoongi smiles at the sight of you entering.

“Hey,” you greet, kissing him as you walk behind the counter, careful not to hit his casted knee. “I’m sorry I’m late. The agents took a while to inform us on who got the extras for this series. Couldn’t leave until then. Are you okay?”

“Did you get a role?” He asks, wanting to know how you are instead of him constantly saying how he’s been, which is pretty much the same this past week.

It’s been 3 months since the injury. He got a steal and went for a fast break, got inadvertently hit by an opponent, and then fell on his knee. It was a serious one, he’d been told; it would require weeks of bed rest and more of physical therapy. The mental side of it wasn’t something the doctor warned him about, though, and Yoongi thinks it’s been the worst.

He spent \days in bed with nothing to do, wishing he was on the court to train and play as draft day neared. He had this crazy thought that he’d still make it on time, but when his coach visited one day and told him bluntly - as Yoongi requested - that no professional teams are willing to contract an injured player, he felt his life crash down. It didn’t help to learn that the Seoul Thunders planned on signing him; that would’ve been the perfect path for him so he could be with you.

He moved back with his dad, a knot forming in his heart every time because Yoongi doesn’t like being taken care of, especially when as an adult, he feels like it’s his job to watch over his old man.

He loathed himself for not being there for you, too. Agencies usually start getting senior acting students, and you got rejected from your first 4 choices. You tried to mask your dejection during your video calls, asking instead how he’s been doing. He shrugged things off, saying he was okay, the same thing you were doing, and he felt that both of you were just trying to protect the other, or even yourselves, knowing that the comfort you both badly needed wasn’t an arm’s reach away.

When you finally got that call from a small agency, which you became ecstatic about after learning that they really seemed to care about their talents, he celebrated with you through the screen. He felt you play it down, though, and he knew you didn’t want him to feel bad. The restrained smiles hurt him more than he could say, though, and he wanted badly to just see your joy again.

“I got a role, just a small one,” you smile now. “And you, Mr., why are you out of the house? Being in a cast and cleared to move doesn’t mean you should be doing it all day.”

Your crossed arms and pouty face endears him, and he can’t help but chuckle.

“I’ve been stuck in my old room for months, jagi. I’m sick of the bed and staring at the NBA posters on my wall and all the awards I’ve won,” he says, his voice and his face falling. “It’s… it’s not a good place to be.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” you say, kissing his hand.

The front door opens and Mr. Min enters, who’s just as surprised to see his son manning the shop.

“What are you doing here!” He scolds. “You’re supposed to be resting at home!”

“I’m trying to get the business going so we could earn and pay for my medical bills,” Yoongi answers, his face hardening now at the reminder of the sacrifices of his dad just so he could get the best care.

The developmental team and the insurance could only cover so much. Jungkook and Namjoon even gathered their friends to raise funds just to help, and much as Yoongi didn’t want to accept it, he knew rejecting the offer would bury his dad further in debt.

“That isn’t your job, son,” Mr. Min counters. “It’s mine.”

“It is, after I made that fast break knowing I’d get fouled. It was unnecessary. I shouldn’t have.”

“It’s a play you’ve done so many times before. You wouldn’t have known how it would end. There’s no one to blame for this,” his dad huffs.

You can tell this conversation has happened before, and as you look at Yoongi’s dejected eyes, you know that he’s feeling much more than he’s been telling you, and you curse at yourself for being too tired and preoccupied to see behind his smiles.

“I just…” he starts, then shakes his head. “I just wanna do something else that isn’t lying down and feeling sorry for myself. I need to be productive. I’m just sitting here on the counter; I can stay here while you work on some pieces.”

“Fine,” his dad sighs. “But you’re off by 5.”

You stay with Yoongi until then, talking about how your days have been. He insists you tell him stories and you do, indulging him for now. Mr. Min drives both of you to their house and prepares dinner, and you notice that as time passes, Yoongi gets more quiet.

You remember the date and your heart breaks for him even more.

“Mr. Min, I’m sorry to ask but is it okay if I stay with Yoongi tonight?” You say, as you help him clean up in the kitchen. “It’s draft night and I don’t want him to be alone.”

The man stops his movements and glances at his son whose eyes that have lost the life in them stare at the ceiling. As a father, there’s no such pain like this. He thought that witnessing his sons lose their playfulness after he couldn’t get their mother to stay was hard enough, but it wasn’t as painful as seeing his child lose his drive and passion over a crushed dream. He knows there’s not much he can do but you do, so he agrees.

“Of course, my dear,” he smiles sadly. “Thank you for being patient with him. I know it hasn’t always been easy.”

“It’s all I can do,” you hum. “I just wish he doesn’t keep all the pain to himself.”

“I remind him that he shouldn’t, but it’s something he just does,” Mr. Min sighs. “Just give him some more time.”

“I will,” you nod, walking back to your boyfriend who smiles faintly when you say you’ll be staying the night.

You watch a rom-com and curl into him the entire time, laughing against his chest, intertwining your fingers with his, and nuzzling his neck to give him some form of comfort and distraction from what’s going on in some hall in Seoul. Wrapped in his arms as you prepare to sleep, you whisper words of love and encouragement, relaying what his dad had told you - that it isn’t the end, that he’s too young to think it is, that he has time after he recovers, and that he’ll be back strong soon enough.

Yoongi hums, kissing your forehead to tell you that he appreciates your positivity, that he wants to believe in your words, that your love has been the only light during these past 3 months of darkness. He lets your soft breaths sing him to sleep and he kisses you again - in apology this time, for keeping all his pain from you, for letting you see him suffer, for not loving you as he should, and for thinking that despite all the support you’re giving him, he’s not quite sure how to get through all this.

6 years ago

The pain from a broken dream is something that’s hard to comprehend. You tried to understand it once, when your mom told you about her own injury that had her retire from ballet early. It wasn’t just the physical pain, she said; the way the heart and soul hurt is indescribable. It wasn’t as simple as trying again after recovering; the fear of a re-injury is paralyzing, the missed opportunities are haunting, and the unwanted encouragement was jarring.

“It crushes something inside of you and you’re just lost,” she told you.

You think about her words as you look around Yoongi’s room, void of the love for the sport that used to burst out of him. You’ve just arrived from Seoul after a day of celebrations after your graduation yesterday, a milestone that your boyfriend wasn’t a part of because he hadn’t been feeling well; he’ll celebrate with you back home where it’s just the both of you, he’d said, not feeling like he’s ready to be around other people.

He's been feeling that since the injury, you sigh to yourself. Even after he removed the cast and could walk and run again, you two have barely gone out of the house every time you’ve visited, which is almost every week. Never mind the auditions you missed and the late nights; you had to go see him every time because he couldn’t, and you’re not sure if he was more upset that he’s not able to go to you, or that you were the one who had to see him every time. You can’t really tell; Yoongi hasn’t been open and expressive in a while.

The walls are now bare, with tape markings from the posters that were once displayed. There’s a trash bag next to his bin, and you find all his trophies and medals thrown inside. You fold the clothes on his bed and put them in his cabinet, finding that all his school and NBA jerseys are messily placed at the back, including the Allen Iverson one that you gifted him over a year ago, the one he once wore almost everyday.

“You don’t need to do that,” he hums, closing his closet door. “It’s fine.”

“Is it?” You bravely ask. “Are you?”

“I don’t know how else I can answer that differently from the way I did last week, or the week before that, and before that,” he says too dryly. “You ask every time and I answer the same way.”

Yoongi watches your eyes lose their sparkle that was already faint in the first place. It’s been like that for a while. He supposes it’s the exhaustion from having to take the long trip every weekend to see him; once, you even came here for just a day because you learned he had a breakdown and wouldn’t stop crying. He doesn’t tell you that it still happens every few days, knowing that it would worry you even more.

You’re also probably just tired of having to deal with him - of missing out on the little things that he used to pick up so easily, of not telling you much about his empty, monotonous days, of not initiating or barely returning your affection. He can’t blame you, and though he knows of the extent of your love that would weather all this for and with him, he also knows you don’t deserve this broken version of the man who’s been unable to love you the way you’ve been needing him to.

It wasn’t always like this. He was optimistic at one point, but the hope of getting back on the court slowly faded when the healing process took longer than expected, as the presence of his friends and family became too suffocating, as the love he once had for the sport turned into fear.

He was cleared to move around and do light physical activities the other day and he decided to head to his favorite court at the park for a shoot around. Everything was unfamiliar. The feel of the ball in his hand didn’t feel the same, the movement of his legs were off, the open space made him claustrophobic.

But he pushed through. He tried to take shots but would freeze whenever he had to jump. It’s like he couldn’t move, and that’s when he knew that the fear had taken over - he’s afraid he’s no longer the same, that he’ll get injured again, that the sport he committed himself to no longer has space in its world for him.

The breakdown wasn’t intense like the first few times. It was silent but heavy, controlling his limbs to go back to his house, rip the posters from his wall, throw all his trophies in a trash bag, and hide everything else that reminded him of basketball. He slept well that night, thinking that it’s how it is to let go of a dream, but he woke up the next day feeling all the pain and fear and regret and sadness over something he’d lost, and all he wanted was to be able to hold you.

But he’s hurting you and he knows it, and he doesn’t know how to stop. He doesn’t know how all the broken parts of him could comfort and love you when he’s hurting himself. He doesn’t know how his broken dream could support you. You loved him for his passion, for his kindness, for the way he looked at life; he doesn’t know what’s left after all of those have gone.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t really know what to say,” he continues after the tense silence. “But you’re here and we’re celebrating your graduation. This is all about you. I had food delivered. It should arrive soon, let’s go.”

“Okay,” you whisper, turning away and walking ahead.

He sees you try to engage but your smile fades quickly. You feel distant at night when you don’t curl into his body like you normally do and he knows why, as he sees through the light from outside - you’re crying in your sleep, and for the first time, he doesn’t think he’s enough to make all your hurt go away.

The next few weeks fly by in a blur. After the trip back home where you tried to celebrate your graduation with Yoongi, only to feel helpless at not being able to comfort him like you used to, you’re unable to visit until the next month. The roles you’ve been trying to scoop up just to get exposure and build networks have been taking much of your time, including the hostess job at a restaurant that you decided to take just so you could pay the bills.

Yoongi doesn’t seem to mind though; he doesn’t look for you the way he used to. You’re unsure if it’s the time spent apart, if it’s him getting tired with this arrangement, or if it’s that part of him that’s still suffering that’s why your relationship is suffering, too.

Much as you want to just confront him about how everything’s affected the both of you, he doesn’t seem to be open. He’s detached most times, disinterested in what’s going on in either of your lives, and just drained of energy. It’s hurting you more than you’d like to admit because this can't possibly be more difficult for you than it is for him.

So you keep it all in - how you miss his smile and his kisses, how you wish he could let you share his pain, how you want to just pause your life in Seoul so you could be with him until he’s better, until he’s able to love himself again, until he can love you again the way he used to.

You cry on the morning that his dad calls to tell you that he’d found Yoongi at 3AM, asleep in his car that was parked near the court where he used to play. Mr. Min had been so worried and drove around town to find his son who wasn’t picking up his phone, and Yoongi had only muttered an apology and barely spoke after they got home.

You take the first train you could back to Daegu, rushing to his room once you arrive. You hug him tightly, tempted to express all your anger and disappointment and apology and desperation over how things have been for him and for both of you.

“Talk to me,” you beg, looking at him with tears in your eyes. “Baby, talk to me. Tell me what’s going on. It’s been hard tiptoeing around you, guessing what you’re feeling and not knowing how to comfort you. Let me know how I can help.”

Yoongi merely looks away, seeming as if even as you plead for him to let you in, he just doesn’t want to.

The silence is deafening; it never felt this heavy, this scary, nor this painful.

“How did it get so hard to love you?” You finally cry out, feeling your heart burst out of your chest at the words that have been swimming in your head.

You never thought it would ever get this bad. You know he needs you and you’re willing to be there even if there’s so little of you to give, but the distance has gotten too much; no matter how hard you reach your hand, he’s just not willing to take it.

“Then stop,” he says pointedly, surprising you. “You’re not the only one having a hard time.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do.”

He does, in ways he can’t explain. Maybe in ways you won’t ever understand. It’s hard to love someone when he knows he’s lost himself; it’s not easy to believe he still deserves you when he can’t give you everything you deserve.

“It’s hard but you still do. You still love me, I know it,” you argue.

Yoongi looks away. That’s how you know you’re right. It’s in the longing in his eyes that he doesn’t want you to see. His quivering lips tell you he’s holding back, that there’s more of that pain in the rubble of the dream that was once so strong and so real.

“This hasn’t been working out,” he says, a thought you’d only let live in your head for fear that voicing it out would signal that you’re giving up on a love that’s meant the world to you. “It’s a miracle we even made it this long after what happened. I had plans for us - playing for a team, living with you, sustaining us… But all that’s gone down the drain and I can’t… I can’t keep living like this - being so far from you, worrying about you worrying about me, waiting for the day that I’ll get over myself just so I could give you a fraction of what you give me. The distance has just made everything so fucking hard.”

“So ask me to stay,” you tell him, walking towards him so he could see in your eyes how serious you are, that you’re willing to give things up for him so you could love him better, so that could make him heal faster. “Let me stay here with you. Let me be with you.”

Yoongi gazes back at you and so many memories flood his mind.

He remembers the first time. The first conversation he’d overheard when his dad asked his mother to stay. And how she did.

He remembers the second time and the third.

He remembers how the joy was fleeting, and how miserable she looked days later, like something was missing. Like the people in the home they built stopped being enough.

And he remembers the last time - the last time his dad asked her to stay, and how for the first time, she said no, and she took her bags and walked out the door. Yoongi remembers the tears in her eyes and her whispered apology, but that she looked like something he’d never seen until that day. That day, she looked free.

“I can’t ask you that,” he says in a hushed tone as he looks away, like the words aren’t his, like the words hurt just as much. “I can’t ask you to stay. I won’t let you.”

“But you’re here. I belong where you are.”

“Not here. You never belonged here.”

“If you think that pretending you don’t want me anymore will convince me that you don’t, then you’re wrong. I know that’s not true. Just ask me to stay. I need to hear that you want me to stay.”

“I’m not pretending. I do want you. So much. But so will the rest of the world, and that’s what you deserve,” he answers. “There’s nothing for you here, ___. One day, I’ll stop being enough and it will be too late.”

“You don’t know that,” you insist.

“I do.”

“I’m not your mother, Yoongi. And you’re not your dad.”

“Exactly. You dream of something more than just living in the big city. You dream of something you can and you will achieve because you’re destined for it. You’re not her. And I’m not him. Because I’d never ask you to give up anything to keep you here.”

“Then come with me,” you plead. “Seoul is big enough for the both of us.”

“It is. But you’ll be bigger,” he says, cupping your cheek now. “You belong there while I… I have my own broken dreams that I need to piece back together. And I can only do that here. I won’t let them hurt you like they’re hurting me. I can’t love you right with the broken parts of me. So please, ___. Don’t stay. You and I both know you won’t be happy here.”

You remember your mom’s words as she described what emptiness felt like after she stopped dancing. Not only did she lose her capability but she lost her drive, too; she lost herself in the pain of it all. And that haunted her. It was like a ghost that she let live with her even after you and your sisters came along, and you all had to suffer because she forced herself to be okay and love the people around her even if everything else hurt.

You’ll never know what it feels like but you understand. And so you concede, dropping your head to rest on his chest and hugging him as you sob.

“I’m so sorry, jagi,” he whispers in your ear. “I thought I was strong enough for this but I’m not. What’s left of me just can’t… it just can’t love you the same way anymore.”

You hold onto him tighter in response, not able to say just how much it hurts, but that you’ll suffer through it on your own and let him go like he wants.

Maybe this is what he needs. And loving him the way you do, maybe giving him up is how you could love him even more.

5 years ago

The start of spring usually brings with it new beginnings, with the colors coming back and the sun shining a lot brighter this time. You’re finally able to take a day off from your hostess job at the restaurant after working there for 6 days, with your last acting gig having wrapped up just last week. It’s still tough starting out, and while your extra role had you in ⅔ of the season’s episodes, it’s still nowhere near the break you badly need.

You’re looking forward to today though, as Jungkook and Namjoon promised to treat you to a fancy lunch after their game against each other; they were drafted by the Seoul and Incheon developmental basketball teams respectively, in time for the draft in a few months. You’ve seen them at least 3 times since they both moved out of Daegu, and every time has been full of laughter, with both of them asking to be set up with your actor friends.

The topic of Yoong still comes up, with you asking how he’s been doing. He’s been fine, they say. He showed up at their graduation and joined the celebration after they got drafted. It’s a far cry to how their captain was not long ago - distant, angry, and completely rid of anything that reminded him of the sport.

Both men show up at the restaurant with their usual smiles, and after ordering so much food that you wouldn’t have been able to afford, you have your usual chat - about life back in Daegu, about your friends, and about basketball.

“And Yoongi?” You ask. “Is he still doing okay?”

Jungkook blinks at you repeatedly before nodding and downing his soda. “Uh-uh,” he hums.

He doesn’t follow it up and instead nudges Namjoon, who adds that yes, their captain is doing better; they visited him the other month after they both went home for the weekend.

You eye both men as they hyper focus on their food and try to change the subject.

“You’re both terrible liars, you know that, right?” You frown at them. “I know we’ve been broken up a while but I’d still appreciate it if you told me how he’s really doing. Is… is he feeling down again? Did something happen? Is it his dad?”

“No. Yoongi’s, uh,” Namjoon sighs. “He’s doing really well, ___. He’s just…”

“Namjoon,” you huff, “you’re scaring me.”

“He has a girlfriend,” Jungkook blurts, earning him a shove from his friend.

“You could’ve softened the blow,” Namjoon groans.

“You were stuttering,” Jungkook argues. He turns to you and gives you a sad look. “It’s… it’s been going for like, a few months. She’s a local musician and she’s nice. She seems to be treating him well. I’m… I’m sorry.”

“Hey, nothing to apologize for,” you smile, meaning it. “As long as he’s doing okay, though, right? And I’m really glad that he is.”

The men sigh in relief, perhaps thinking you’d take the news worse than this.

You try to maintain your composure and control the tears that are about to fall as the meal goes on, a skill you’re close to mastering. You’ve wanted nothing more than for Yoongi to heal and feel alive again and he seems to be; maybe finding someone who could be there for him physically and emotionally was what he really needed. Clearly, that wasn’t you. And clearly, it wouldn’t take long for him to realize that. You have no doubt that your breakup hurt him, but you also didn’t think he’d move on from it like this and this soon, considering how it ended.

Hoseok, your agent, calls and cuts your lunch short, as he says he got to book you a walk-in audition for a supporting role in a mini-series, with the directors wanting someone new and having a certain innocent, youthful look about them.

You bid your friends goodbye, with them hugging you a little more tightly than earlier, saying that they wish you all the happiness in the world and that maybe, this audition will get you closer to what you’ve always wanted.

You wait a few hours for your turn to audition, reining in all your emotions so you could translate it during your few minutes of time in front of the panel. You’re not sure if it’s the best thing for your heart that the scene is one where you’re watching the man you want to be with be with someone else, but after you put in your all and notice the small smile of one of the woman in front of you, you think that maybe allowing yourself to be this vulnerable wasn’t so bad.

Hoseok treats you to a late dinner and tells you that it seemed like you did well. Maybe the payoff to the hurt from today will materialize one day, maybe it won’t. But nothing changes the way your heart breaks at the thought of Yoongi moving on.

You cry yourself to bed and decide that it’s time for you to move on, too. You wake up the next morning and tear the photo of the both of you that’s still on your bedside.

What’s left of you has nothing left for him, too. You hope you’ll get over this soon enough.

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♡ Summary: Having Park Jimin as your boyfriend is complicated. A flirt at heart and handsome as hell, a recipe for trouble but this time Y/N knew how to get back at him.

♡ Rating: Explicit (18+)

♡ Genre: Established relationship; Jimin x reader, comedy, angst, romance, smut, and fluff

“Did you see Jimin dancing with her?”

Y/N nodded her head slowly at her friend as her lips formed a straight line, “Of course I did...I was there.”

She watched her friend rewind the video as Y/N picked up her drink. L/N Y/N was dating Jimin for three years and things were complicated. For starters, he was famous and he was the biggest flirt in Bts. This caused many arguments between the couple because sometimes it just felt like Jimin liked pushing her buttons. She was in the same industry and she was more conservative but that wasn’t by choice, it was society that stopped her. There were times that she wanted to dance sexy and make everyone shocked like her how boyfriend did but she knew she would get backlash. So to avoid everything, she just stuck to being conservative. It was an easy life.

“Y/N, you can’t be okay with this. He always does this to you.”

She raised her eyebrow at this and looked at her, “What do you mean?”

“You know...flirting with girls or just flirting in general and now he’s dancing with one.”

“It’s part of the job...”

“But you don’t even do that.”

She got you there. It was true, in the years of being an idol; Y/N barely showed skin. People saw her as a singer and not just an idol, she was well respected but even the well-respected wants to shake their assets at times, “My music isn't like that, you know that. There’s nothing wrong with him doing this.”

“Are you sure? You're crushing your cup.”

Y/N glanced down at the cup and let out a small cough. She put the cup back on the table and crossed her arms over her chest, “Fine, I feel a certain type of way.”

Her friend nodded her head and put down her phone. She gave her a smirk and nodded her head, “You have a concert tomorrow night don’t you?”

“Yeah, it’s my last one in Seoul before going to Japan. Why?”

“You like that new song that Aespa put out, right?”

Y/N glared at her friend and nodded her head, “Yeah, get to the point.”

“Do a dance cover to it. He’s going to be there and get that hot dancer, Jun, to dance with you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and let out a small laugh, “I can’t just change the setlist. It’s unprofessional.”

“Talk to your manager, you know she would do anything for you. It’s unexpected and all the fans will be gagged. Come on, be spontaneous. Also, show Jimin you can make him feel the same.”

“This just sounds so petty. I thought you liked Jimin.”

“I do but he needs a taste of his own medicine. Pleassseee!!”

Y/N smiled and rolled her eyes, “Fine, I’ll call Sua. She's going to say no though.”

“I doubt it.”

After lunch, Y/N went to the stadium to do her practice and her mind went to Jimin. She loves him so much and she didn’t have any doubt about his love but sometimes it feels like she was a toy. The Bts members loved her and even encouraged Jimin to date her, saying she would be a good influence on him. They always had a problem and it was mostly because of Jimin. He always told her he was teasing her and nothing more but it hurt. Maybe it was her fault that she never voiced her feelings about this but he should see her discomfort.

She dropped her bag in her dressing room and saw Sua already sitting there on her phone. Y/N took a deep breath and rubbed her neck nervously. She turned towards Sua and let out a small cough, “Unnie...”

Sua looked up and put her phone away, giving Y/N her full attention, “Oh, Y/N~. I didn’t even hear you come in, is everything okay? You look nervous.”

“I wouldn’t say nervous...but I was thinking of adding something to the setlist.”

“Oh? Like what? I’m all ears.”

“I-I-I...I want to do a sexy stage?”

Sua tilted her head at this and raised her eyebrow, “Are you asking yourself or me?”

“Both...I was just thinking it would be different for the concert and it would be fun. I’ve been in this industry for almost ten years, it would shake things up. I guess...”

Y/N wished she sounded more confident and she hoped that Sua didn’t see her hands shaking a bit. Sua nodded her head and looked down at her watch, “Let me call Simon and I’m sure he can come up with a quick and easy dance number for you.”

Her eyes widened as she watched Sua already dialing, “Wait, are you seriously letting me do this?”

Sua nodded her head and gave her a thumbs up, “Sometimes you want to be sexy, who am I to stop you? What song?”

“Salty and Sweet...”

“Oh, that’s a good choice. I’m going to be in the hallway but you get ready for the rest of the practice. I’ll be out there as fast as I can.”

She watched her manager walk out of the dressing room leaving a speechless Y/N. Y/N rubbed her forehead roughly and sighed, “What the hell did I get myself into?”

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Last night was rough, practicing the new dance was fun but it was movements that she only did in private. She had to get rid of her embarrassment and pretended that she was doing these actions with Jimin. Body rolling and lip biting, it was so fun to do this.

She woke up and stretched her body in the special hotel room that her company got her. Tonight was nerve-wracking but also so exciting. She pushed her blankets off her body and went straight to her bathroom to do her business. Shower, done. Brushing teeth, done. Giving herself confidence by hyping herself up in the mirror, done.

She walked into her living room with her robe when she heard a knock at the door. She raised her eyebrow not sure who would be at her door, it could’ve been Sua or even her make-up artist but even then it was too early. She looked through the little peephole and saw roses through the glass. She raised her eyebrow and opened the door, “Hello?”

“Good morning, Ms. L/N. I have a special delivery for you.”

Y/N gently took the vase out of the worker's hand and looked at the roses with wide eyes. She looked at the worker and bowed at them. They smiled at her and walked off. She closed the door and took the note out of the flowers with curiosity. Her heart melted at the note, My everything, I’m so proud of you. Everything you do always amazes me and I can’t believe you are mine. I can’t wait to see you tonight. - Jimin

She gently touched the red roses and guilt washed over her. She was doing this dance to get back at Jimin but did she really need to get back at him? Yes, Jimin is a flirt but that's just his personality and she knows this. It’s one of the reasons why she loved Jimin, the way he flirted with her made her knees weak. She rubbed her forehead roughly as she placed the note on the glass table. Would it be worth it? She took her phone out and went on Twitter. All over her Twitter, she saw Jimin dancing with the female dancer or Jimin flirting with Armies. She shut off her phone and tossed it to the cushion next to her, “I’m not regretting this...”

Backstage is wild. Getting ready for the concert is stressful but also it was pure adrenaline. The outfits, the jewelry, and the make-up, it was a child's dream. She sits in her dressing room doing vocal exercises when the door opens. She turned around and saw Jimin with his arms wide open, “Baby~.”

Y/N smiled at him and ran into his arms. Jimin wrapped his arms around her waist as she placed a kiss on his neck, “I missed you so much. I’m so proud of you Jimin and your achievements with your album.”

He let go of her and pushed some hair behind her ear, “Let’s not talk about me, it's about you tonight baby. I’m proud of you.”

“I would kiss you but I have lipstick on.”

He rolled his eyes and leaned down kissing the side of her neck, “No worries, I’ll kiss you when you're done and maybe even more.”

“Oh? More?”

He winked at her and placed another kiss on her forehead, “I’ll see you there, baby. I love you.”

“I love you more, baby.”

She watched him leave the room and she smirked to herself, “Oh, he's going to get more tonight.”

Jimin sat in the VIP section that was hidden away from the eyes of Y/N’s fans. Even though everyone knew about them, he still wanted privacy. He sat next to Taehyung as they watched Y/N hit her high note. Jimin couldn’t stop himself from smiling and he leaned forward to really take her in. She was dressed in a pale pink dress that framed her body perfectly and don’t even get him started on her hair and make-up. She looked like a goddess.

Taehyung glanced at him and smirked, “Awww, you're so in love with her.”

“Shut up, of course, I’m in love with her. She’s literally my everything.”

“Have you thought about it?”

Jimin sighed and nodded his head, “Yeah, I have things planned. Don’t worry.”

Just then the lights in the stadium changed and it caused Jimin to turn his head to the stage. All of sudden the light went on Y/N to show her in an aqua blue asymmetrical wrapped mini dress and black heels. Jimin’s mouth dropped and he stood up from his seat. He walked towards the railing and he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

Salty and Sweet by Aespa started playing and the fans went crazy. Y/N was doing moves that she would only do with Jimin and the way she whipped her hair around was making everyone go crazy. He watched with a smirk because he was proud that she was showing off her sexy side and didn’t care about what others thought. He did it countless times and it was her turn to do it. He watched her dance with the other dancers and he started clapping his hands when the dancer picked her up. She must’ve worked so hard to do this. When the song ended, Y/N was on the floor with hair around her face. He was proud and turned on at the same time. Conflicting emotions.

Jimin turned towards Taehynug and pointed at the stage with a wide smile, “Did you see that!? That was my girl! She killed it out there. The way she kick her leg like it was the easiest thing-”

“Jimin, shut up. I don’t need to hear you gushing about your girlfriend. It's annoying.”

“You're just jealous because you're single.”

Y/N sat in the dressing room with a towel around her neck and sipped on the cold water. After two hours of singing, she was finally done. Dancing to Salty and Sweet was the most fun she has had during a concert. She kinda wants to do it for the next show too. Sua sat next to her and gently rubbed her shoulders, “You did such a good job. The dancing you did was so good! I didn’t even know you could do that.”

She let out a nervous laugh and put her bottle down, “I didn’t even know I could do that on stage. It was so fun, we need to do that from now on.”

“As long as you're okay with it then okay.”

“Oh, I’m okay. Trust me, it was so fun.”

Sua looked at her phone and then smiled at Y/N, “It looks like Jimin is waiting. Let me go get him.”

She nodded her head and watched Sua leave as the guilt came back. She realized that Jimin watched everything and she wondered how he was going to react. She hated when Jimin danced with other girls and she hated that she just did that to him tonight. She can’t believe that she went so low to do this, to prove a point. She wanted to sigh loudly but stopped when she saw her smiling boyfriend.

“Jimin-ssi-” She stopped mid-sentence when he tightly wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the side of her neck. As he did this, she could feel his smile against her skin. Not the reaction she was expecting.

When they pulled away, Jimin kissed her cheek, “You did so good! The way you danced on stage, was amazing, Y/N. I’m so proud that you showed off your skills and you weren’t scared to do so.”

She felt her face heat up and she nodded her head slowly, “Yea-Yeah, I was nervous to do it because it was so different for me. I didn’t want to disappoint anyone.”

“You could never disappoint anyone, Y/N. I’m so proud of you.”

She glanced down at her shoes and then back at him with a nervous look, “Were you okay with me dancing with Jun?”

He nodded his head with that smile that she loves so much, “Yeah, it was needed for the dance. I think it added something more to the number, it was really good Y/N.”

“Y-You weren’t jealous?”

He tilted his head in confusion and raised his eyebrow, “Did you want me to be jealous?”

“N-No...okay maybe a little. I just wanted to tease you the way you do with me...”

He let out a small laugh and kissed her forehead, “I’m not jealous because, at the end of the night, you're with me. There’s more to this, isn’t there?”

She gave him a sheepish smile and nodded her head, “I guess...I was a little jealous.”

“About?”

“You were dancing with that girl...and I was jealous because you always flirt and like-”

He leaned down and quickly placed his lips on hers. She went to close her eyes but when he saw that, he leaned away, “You're my everything. Don’t be jealous. Hurry up and change, I’ll show you just how much I love you.”

She let out a sigh as she saw his dark eyes and nodded her head, “O-Okay.”

The drive home was pure silence. She didn’t bother saying anything to him because she saw the look on his face. The face when he’s about to wreck her. At least her next concert is next week so she has enough time to recover. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat when she watched his hand clenching the wheel. The way his tongue poked at his cheek and the glare he had, made her thighs rub together. As soon as he parked the car, he got out of it with a slam of the door. She swallowed spit and rubbed her hands on her shorts. He opened her door and grabbed her wrist, rushing her out of the car. She didn’t have time to react to everything and he dragged her into the house.

“J-Jimin-” Her words were cut short by his lips on hers and she knew what to do. She kissed back with the same amount of passion. With a small pout, they pulled away, “I’m sorry...”

“Oh, are you now? You're going to be sorry after I’m done. Turn around.” She obeyed his order and Jimin made work at taking out his dick as she leaned against the wall. The tip was an angry red shade after seeing her perform and her telling him she was jealous. His girl should never feel jealous. He yanked her shorts down past her ass and Jimin poked her between her legs with his cock. She let out a moan when she felt the hardness and when he finally sank into her, she felt like she was in heaven.

“Fuck, Jimin~.”

“Quiet.” He started thrusting away and she felt the air getting knocked out from his chest at the fat movement. Her mouth fell open and small moans left her mouth. It felt good, it always felt good with Jimin.

“Fuck, Y/N.”

She arched her back leaning her head against his shoulder as the man she loved wrapped his arms around her waist. His hands went all over his body until he figured out the next position. One on her waist for leverage and one taking off her shirt, “I-I love you Jimin~.”

He let a soft smile appear but he quickly whipped it off. His thrusts became harder and sharper as Y/N let out a loud moan. He find her nipple and pinched it, “I fucking love you and only you.”

She turned her head and Jimin leaned forward, capturing a kiss again. He licked into her mouth, allowing him to explore his favorite place, “I’m-” His thrusts picked up speed and he bite his lip, “Fuck, Y/N.” She felt Jimin spill into her and Jimin's chest heaved as he came down. Just two more thrusts and Y/N was leaning against the wall as Jimin leaned forward kissing her neck with him still inside her, “Marry me?”

Her eyes widened at this and gently pushed his body away, “What?”

“Marry me, L/N Y/N. You're everything I want and more.”

“You're just going to fuck me and ask me that?”

He let out a small laugh and kissed her cheek, “I had it planned out but it felt right in the moment. You don’t have-”

“Yes, I’m marrying you but I want a better proposal. Less sweat.”

He quickly kissed her lips and smiled, “Whatever you want my queen.”

#bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts jungkook #bts namjoon #bts seokjin #bts taehyung #bts jimin #bts yoongi #bts x reader #bts hoseok #Bts #bts drabble #bts jimin x reader #park jimin

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abyssal-ali · 1 year

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Knock knock/Who’s th-/-Interrupting Bats

Pairing: Daminette

Rating: M

WC: 0.7k

Summary: Damian was kidnapped and the Bats try to find him.

Rewind: Damian wants to spend time with his girlfriend and the Bats have really bad timing

(note the joke in the title; when do Bats ever knock? yes, I think I'm funny)

“There’s no sign of Demon Brat since he climbed into the car. No activity on his phone. No leads on the car as of now and he appeared willing to go with the unknown.” Jason strode down the steps to the Batcave, reporting what he knew about Damian’s disappearance an hour ago.

“Found the car! Parked outside Royal West Condos, in the slot for 32J!” Tim shouted triumphantly from the Batcomputer, where he was searching for leads.

“Security cams show him with a female –no angle to see ID’ing features– in the lobby and elevator. They are physically close. Maybe she had a gun on him? This angle is too uncertain to tell!”

Dick tried calling Damian’s phone again. Finally, he answered.

“What is it?” he snapped.

“Where are you? Are you okay? Can you talk? Why weren’t you answering anyone?” those in range of the speakerphone asked.

“I am perfectly alright; there is no need to concern yourself with my whereabouts. I am simply a little tied up, so I cannot respond. I will see you all tomorrow.”

The call disconnected.

“Check just to be sure he's alright,” ordered Bruce. “He sounded like he was also on speaker.”

Red Hood, Spoiler, and Nightwing were deployed to check on their very proficient fighter brother.

The locked door to 32J was easily picked, but a complex security system needed to be disarmed as well. Clearly, 32J was prepared for invasions.

Cautiously, the trio of Bats checked the condo, finding no one in the main areas. An impressive first-aid kit and cache of weapons confirmed this was no ordinary civilian's home.

Only the bedroom remained, and Spoiler quietly opened the door.

Damian was handcuffed by both wrists to the headboard of the bed, shirtless. A dark-haired woman with her back to them stood over him, tightening the cuffs.

“There, that should keep you for a while. I swear, the things I have to do to get your attention!”

She bent over and passionately kissed him.

Red Hood grimaced but levelled his gun at the woman. “Step away from the bed.”

She spun around, her hands shooting up.

Behind her, Damian squeezed his eyes shut– a signal?

His now-freed hand released his other wrist and he rolled, catching the woman and covering her body with his on the ground.

“Do not engage!” He shouted, noticing Hood now pointing his gun at the ceiling. “Stop!”

“Are you okay, Baby Bat?” asked Nightwing worriedly.

Damian sighed heavily and rolled his eyes hard before extending his hand to the woman. “Peachy. You have horrible timing, though I suppose it could’ve been worse. What part of 'I’m fine, don’t worry, see you tomorrow', do you not understand?”

“We heard ‘I’m tied up right now’, and when we checked, you were. That woman has a stash of weapons to rival yours and a worryingly large first-aid kit. She handcuffed you to the bed and said 'that should keep you for a while'! Are you drugged?”

“Do you ever get all the facts before engaging?” asked Damian, exasperated. “It took me less than a minute to get out of both handcuffs, and she knew it. This is my girlfriend, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, whom I have not been able to pay proper attention to for three weeks because of the Dicelli case and all of your hoverings! And if you’re wondering why you did not know about Marinette sooner– just look at yourselves right now.”

“Uh…so you weren’t kidnapped or drugged or blackmailed?” Hood was definitely grinning behind his helmet, and Spoiler's shoulders shook suspiciously.

“No! Oh kwami, this is so embarrassing. Do not breathe a word of any of this to anyone or I will turn you all into a pile of ash, I swear. Just– just go.” He waved at the door tiredly. “The kit and weapons are mostly mine. The security is so my girlfriend is safe and…goodbye.” He pushed them out of the room and shut the door in their faces, trusting their minuscule detective skills to show them back to the door.

Damian leaned against it, covered his face in his hands, and groaned loudly.

Marinette came up behind him, hugging him sympathetically. “At least they didn’t come in any later .”

He groaned louder. “I am never going to live this down.”

A/N: on ao3 I have gotten a couple requests/suggestions to write a sequel with damian and mari getting their revenge on their siblings, so keep an eye out;)

#daminette #ali writes #fic #dcxmlb #mlbxdc #maribat

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mzminola · 2 years

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Had the thought “How would the Dynamic Duo of Batman!Dick and Robin!Stephanie have gone?” and immediately started tearing Preboot canon apart and rebuilding it like a LEGO set.

Firstly, we gotta make sure Damian isn’t getting sidelined, and for that I propose he and Tim are a team for BruceQuest. Have Damian’s yearning to get to know his dad outweigh his dislike/jealousy/etc of Tim, and highlight Tim’s canonical compassion and forgiving nature.

Either they both make new mantles for this, or they’re both color-coded Robins. Red Robin for Tim, since he’s using Kon’s colors, Green or Blue Robin for Damian (I like Green for he ties to his mom, but him trying to make his own version of the Nightwing suit in some attempt to outrank Tim and everyone calling him Blue Robin would be very funny).

Things start out tense, Damian is only listening to Tim because a) Tim will just have a Titan pick Damian up and drop him back off in Gotham if he’s too much trouble like he was during Resurrection of Ra’s al Ghul, and b) Tim is the only person who believes Bruce is alive and is cautiously keeping some of the methodology of proving it to himself at first.

In the original 2009 Red Robin comic, Tim repeatedly got sidetracked with hero work during his quest. Have that keep happening, and actually spend more time in that period than RR did, because it’s part of Damian’s growth. He starts out pissed at the delays and confused by Tim’s insistence on helping strangers. Tim gives some talks about the Bat philosophy and about why he keeps coming back to the hero life despite everything it’s taken from him.

Damian gets thanked by some of the people they rescue, and slowly shifts from pride in his fighting skills to pride in helping people. Eventually starts actively looking for people to help while they’re searching for artifacts. Tim is so flipping proud of him.

Sets us up for some big choices when the League of Assassins finally gets involved.

Okay, back to Stephanie, rewinding the comics even further:

1: Don’t kill off Arthur ‘Cluemaster’ Brown, we need him for later.

2: Tim & Steph never date because this is my LEGO set and I want more platonic boy-girl friend pairs in fiction, dang it. Bruce never tells Steph Tim’s identity and Tim is still keeping it secret. Rather than stalking Tim at school and seeing another girl kiss him, Stephanie and Tim are in the middle of an ongoing argument about secret identities when Jack discovers Tim is Robin and makes him step down.

Tim contacts Steph over the phone to let her know why Spoiler won’t be seeing him around, and that’s when she pulls what she did in canon of making her own Robin suit and volunteering with Batman.

Keep most of War Games, but nix the prolonged torture (because fuck that shit) in favor of quickly-gained but extensive injuries (she was tossed off a building? A building fell on her while she was saving someone?) so she really does need a long recovery period, complete with Dr. Thompkins taking her out of the country.

Honestly not sure if they should still fake her death. If yes, I think it should be Bruce’s idea.

This keeps Steph out of the way so we don’t need to rearrange the in-between canon too much, and potentially adds more fuel to the Keeping Secrets vs Not Keeping Secrets arguments.

The start of our big change for Stephanie’s arc is Violent Tendencies. Instead of agreeing to Bruce’s messed up plan, Stephanie is raring to atone for the lives destroyed back in War Games, and what do you know, some motherfucker just started another city wide gang war!

Spoiler works with Robin to stop Ulysses Armstrong. They never worked their shit out before she first left town, so it’s tense, and they fight, but they prioritize stopping the bad guys and bringing what peace is possible in Gotham.

Have repeated moments where Stephanie’s temper and instinct to argue almost messes things up, but she reins herself in to focus on butt-kicking and detective work. Have Tim notice this newer self-control, and have Steph notice changes in Tim, too.

At least one instance, preferably more, of Stephanie meeting someone who was hurt or lost a loved one in War Games, and wrestling with the fresh reminder of her guilt.

If we want to have a two-steps-forward, one-step-back situation, Tim gets caught in the blast of Armstrong’s bomb because after one of their fights, Stephanie stormed off in a temper, leaving Tim to deal with a two-person job on his own.

This sets up Stephanie second-guessing her decision to keep being a hero. If her own temper keeps getting in the way, should she really be doing this?

If we don’t want that, have it be that Tim takes the brunt of the blast because he threw Stephanie to safety or threw himself on top of her. Because that’s the kind of hero Tim is, because at this point in her arc Steph needs reassurance that her friend still cares about her despite her mistakes, and because it’s an example of heroism Stephanie needs to decide if she wants to copy or not.

Stephanie wants to be a hero.

Does she want to be the kind of hero who throws herself between another person and a bomb?

So either scenario, we set up for Stephanie to be doing some introspection when Bruce gets tossed into the timestream.

/points at the fried clone-corpse nearly everyone thinks is Bruce/ “Well he ain't gettin’ any deader!”

Tim calls up Cassandra during the whole Battle For The Cowl incident. She needs to wrap up an investigation, but comes back as soon as she can, which is when the dust has settled. Welcome back to Gotham, Batgirl!

(Cass is the Batgirl to both Tim & Steph’s Robin. She gets her own solo book back and has lots of interactions with Babs during this era.)

Not sure whose idea it is for Stephanie to be Robin again; Tim resigning himself to Dick not helping with BruceQuest? Dick acknowledging Batman needs a Robin and seeing Spoiler is struggling? Stephanie herself, volunteering for the second time?

Regardless, very early on, Arthur Brown gets out of jail or comes back to town and is being a Problem. Stephanie’s got a lot of anger, and Dick helps her deal with that. This is both an echo of Stephanie’s introduction, when she tried to kill her dad, and a way of bringing up Dick’s roots as Robin. He wanted to kill Tony Zucco, remember?

One former hot-headed Robin who’s learned how to find balance and prioritize justice over revenge helping the next generation do the same!

Meanwhile, Jason is also around being a Problem, providing straight up antagonism, but also a different opinion on how vigilantism in Gotham should work, so that Stephanie has multiple views to wrestle with.

Stephanie is a middle-class kid from the suburbs, who, as Jason put it to Tim when breaking into Titans Tower, “slept in a real bed”. But she’s also got a (recovering) drug-addict mother and a criminal father, providing points of commonality for Jason to work with. Remember his speech to Mia Dearden during the Green Arrow crossover?

Jason also plays on Stephanie’s guilt, talking about the fallout of the gang war she started, all of the ripple effects that kept going after the initial burst of violence was over. Describes some of his Under the Red Hood crime lord takeover work as “cleaning up your mess.”

Stephanie regrets everything about War Games, Dick is helping her do better going forward, whereas Jason’s argument is that she should have been more decisively violent at the start. It’s hard for all the mafia bosses to fight each other and get the little people caught up in it if the mafia bosses are dead.

During one altercation between Batman & Robin and the Red Hood, Jason punts Black Mask’s head to them and sarcastically says “You’re welcome.”

Arthur’s current criminal enterprise should directly affect Stephanie’s life in some negative way, so that all of this is fresh, not a It’s In The Past situation, and also be endangering civilians’ lives.

This arc has a big climatic scene of Dick being restrained while Jason gives Stephanie the chance to kill her dad.

(We know she’s not gonna, because she’s the Robin in Batman & Robin, but it should be as suspenseful as we can make it.)

Meanwhile over in BruceQuest, Tim & Damian are bonding over being raised with high expectations, and confusing relationships with one’s parents. Tim finally allowing himself to think & say negative things about Jack in order to help Damian grapple with his own upbringing? Heck yes.

Damian & Tim & the crushing weight of family legacies & parental expectations!

Tim being allowed by the narrative to be a big brother to Damian like Dick was to Tim!

Damian coming to see Tim as his brother despite his upbringing focusing on blood, and expressing remorse for the introductory murder attempt!

Ra’s trying to pit them against each other and getting his ass kicked!

Tim standing up to Bruce about his toxic habits once they rescue him because Tim refuses to let Damian go through the same crap he did!

Since dads are a big thing for both of the above arcs, we could go for three and bring back David Cain for Cass to deal with. Or keep him away, but bring him up in Cass & Steph’s shared scenes. They bonded over having terrible dads in Batgirl 2000, we can have callbacks.

Tim was sending progress reports back to Gotham during BruceQuest (because whether he left on good or bad terms, he wants the Bats to know what’s going on in case something happens to him and the ten year old he’s in charge of needs a rescue).

Once a week Cass makes popcorn and Babs reads the reports aloud. They make bingo cards for What Crazy Shit The Boys Got Up To This Week. When Tim gets home he makes bingo cards about Batgirl & Oracle’s shenanigans (while stealing some of theirs for his scrapbook). Stephanie demands Batman & Robin bingo cards too, and we discover Babs actually made some years ago when Dick was still Robin.

There are a lot of different ways who has what mantle could shake out once these arcs are over (in the very short time before the universe reset) but instead of getting into that I’m just going to imagine everyone reunited & hugging.

#fic ideas #or rather canon rewrite ideas #Stephanie Brown #Damian Wayne #Tim Drake #with appearances by Dick and Babs and Cass and Jason #yes the War Games arc is terrible but this is a rewrite of the AFTERMATH so it's staying #but slightly modified #Robin #Robin Stephanie #Batgirl Cassandra #Tim and Damian being brothers #Batman Dick #DC #Batfam

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