#big time rush backstage pass

[inkameswetrust]

What’s ur opinion on the btr wii game ?

𝐁𝐓𝐑: 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘/𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇

This response to your ask is an honest review of both Dance Party and Backstage Pass. I know you only asked for my opinion on Dance Party, but I do not own a copy of that game. I do, however, own a copy of Backstage Pass. There's significantly less information about it online in comparison to Dance Party which is why I've watched Dance Party playthroughs in lieu of not owning a physical copy of the game. Hope you enjoy my yapology!

I've never played, but I've seen playthroughs of it on YouTube. I have the DS version and the 8-bit audio of them announcing the song titles in the song selection cracks me up every time. I actually had to bust out the game and play it again to make this review because I'd only played it once ever. I imagine it'd be somewhat more entertaining and easier to play on the Wii considering I don't have a DS stylus.

Neither game is particularly visually appealing or complex because...

Just look at them. 💀 Absolute dogshit graphics.

AND LOOK AT HOW WHITEWASHED CARLOS IS IN DANCE PARTY. HE'S THE WHITEST ONE OF THEM ALL. Despite having far less to offer in terms of gameplay, level difficulty, rendering/display, and song selection, I'd say Backstage Rush looks significantly more visually appealing in comparison.

They probably would've entertained me at least a smidge if I had them as a kid, but I bought Backstage Rush on Amazon two years ago for under $20. Though I have seen listings of Dance Party AND Backstage Rush on some sites for under $10. I've read on Reddit that some people have purchased Backstage Rush in person at bookstores, thrift shops, and other small business for $5. Can't say I necessarily blame people for that.

There are only five or six moves max in Dance Party and they're not even on beat a lot of the time, so the most difficult aspect of the game (in my opinion) is matching the game's rhythm over the actual rhythm of the song because they are NOT in sync. The tempos of the songs don't even differ from one another all that much. Backstage Rush, while not having any moves to execute because it's more of a rhythm game than a dance game, isn't in sync with the original music either, but there are no varying levels of difficulty. Each song has their own level of difficulty varying from 1-4 bars of difficulty.

Big Time Rush: Dance Party/Backstage Rush clearly did not take a lot of time to make. The Family Feud Wii game looks significantly better than this and has far more entertaining gameplay. In fact, the BTR games seem like games Poofesure would play for shits and giggles. Also, Big Time Rush: Dance Party only has 17 tracks and Big Time Rush: Backstage has only 4, so you could likely complete either game in under a day.

Game Mill Entertainment games are objectively laughable though because it's obvious that they were made solely for the sake of being cash grabs because of the popular characters/figures involved rather than the actual substance or gameplay. And let me tell ya, it fucking worked because I was one of the suckers who bought it. Why did I buy it? Literally only because it was affiliated with Big Time Rush. That was the only reason. The only reason I still have it is purely for the novelty.

In conclusion, I think both games are utter shit. But the audio and graphics crack me up, so I still choose to indulge every now and again. Hope this answered your question!

[deadtower]

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[onlyangel4]

even when we're silent. cody rhodes

cody rhodes x wife!reader

synopsis: after winning the title it feels like cody is putting his career before your marriage. this leads to arguments and the silent treatment. but even through the silence you show him that at the end of the day you will always be there for him.

author's note: let's pretend john attacked cody in the middle of a separate match, i feel like that works better for this.

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the hotel room was quiet too quiet. that kind of stillness that only followed something loud and messy. you stood by the window, arms crossed over your chest, the city lights below doing nothing to distract you from the ache sitting deep in your chest.

behind you, cody was pacing. or maybe he wasn’t anymore, you hadn’t looked at him in the last five minutes. you didn’t want to.

"you’re really not gonna say anything?" he asked, voice low, tired. not angry anymore. just drained.

you swallowed hard. "what’s the point? you already made it clear what matters most."

cody sighed. that long, annoyed kind of exhale that used to get under your skin when you first started dating. now, it just hurt.

"that’s not fair", he muttered.

"no", you said, turning to face him finally, "what’s not fair is me sitting alone in hotel rooms night after night while you give your soul to this company. a company you promised would never matter more to you than me"

cody shook his head. "it doesn’t."

"then why do i come second to it every single time?"

his jaw clenched. "because this is my dream. you know what this means to me"

"i didn’t know your dream wouldn’t have room for me."

silence. just that again. he didn’t have a comeback. not a real one. and maybe that hurt more than if he’d shouted back. maybe it would’ve been easier if he’d fought harder for this.

you stared at him for a long moment. "i’m not asking you to give it up, cody. i’m asking you to show me i'm part of it."

"i don’t know how to do both", he admitted quietly. "not the way you need."

and just like that, something in you went still.

you turned away, brushing past the suitcase you hadn’t even unpacked. "then maybe you need to figure that out."

he didn’t follow you when you left the room.

he didn’t call that night.

and when you showed up backstage the next day, the two of you passed each other in the hall like strangers.

this wasn't what married life was supposed to be like.

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the backstage hallway was buzzing like always, lights flickering above, producers rushing by with headsets, and the muffled sound of the crowd roaring from the arena. it was the usual chaos of smackdown, but it all felt like background noise to the quiet storm brewing inside you.

you stood near one of the tech crates, arms crossed, trying to look like you were just waiting for something. instead of holding yourself together with the last threads of stubborn pride.

"hey."

you looked up at the soft voice and saw sami zayn walking over, brows furrowed with concern. he wasn’t in gear yet, just a hoodie and joggers, hands shoved in his pockets like he was trying not to come on too strong.

"hey", you replied quickly, trying for a smile. it didn’t stick.

he studied you for a second, then tilted his head slightly. "you okay?"

you let out a soft laugh, more exhale than humour. "is that a trick question?"

sami gave a half-smile, stepping closer and lowering his voice. "look, i know i’m not trying to be all up in your business, but i’ve seen you three shows in a row now looking like you're about to explode or disappear. neither feels like a good option."

your chest tightened. he wasn’t being pushy, just present. and somehow that made it worse. or better. you couldn’t tell.

"it’s cody", you admitted, words tumbling out before you could stop them. "we’ve been fighting. not even big fights, just, everything. and nothing. he’s so locked into this ‘people's champion’ mission that i feel like i got cut out of the script."

sami nodded, staying quiet.

"i’ve been trying to support him", you continued, voice cracking a little. "i am supporting him. but it’s like i’m invisible now. he says he loves me but forgets to show it. i used to be part of this dream with him. now i’m just there. in the background.”

sami crossed his arms, leaning a little against the crate beside you. "that sounds really hard. especially when you’re doing everything right."

"i don’t even need him to give anything up", you said. "i just want to matter to him as much as this does. or even close."

he was quiet for a second before responding.

"you know, i've watched cody push himself harder than anyone i’ve ever seen. it’s inspiring, but it’s also scary. because sometimes people get so obsessed with proving something to the world, they forget they don’t have to prove it to the people who already love them."

your eyes welled, but you blinked fast, trying to keep it together. "i didn’t sign up to be a placeholder in my own marriage."

"and you’re not", Sami said gently. "you're the foundation. and if he’s smart, he’s going to realize that before he ends up standing on something that's already cracked."

you looked at him, really looked, and offered a quiet, grateful smile. "thanks, sami."

"anytime", he said with a shrug. "you don’t have to carry it alone, okay?"

a beat passed between you before the arena speakers kicked in

"the following contest is scheduled for one fall"

then cody’s music hit.

you froze. your eyes locked on the screen showing his entrance, and for a second, you forgot about everything except the tightness in your chest. it wasn’t about the match. it was that you didn’t even know if you were rooting for him tonight.

but deep down, you still were.

sami followed your gaze, then looked back at you. "go watch him", he said. "even if you’re mad. you still care. that’s okay."

you nodded, swallowing hard. "yeah. i do."

and you hated that you always would.

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you stood just off to the side of the monitor bay, arms crossed tightly, watching the screen as cody’s entrance music hit. he looked calm. focused. maybe a little too focused. like a man trying not to feel anything beyond the ropes.

your heart pulled in two directions, resentment coiling in your chest and love still clinging stubbornly to the sight of him. he was still yours, even if it didn’t feel like it lately.

sami came to stand beside you, quiet again, offering silent support. you didn’t look at him, but you appreciated the weight of someone standing with you. not for cody but for you.

the match kicked off without surprises, cody versus solo sikoa. power against precision. you watched cody move like muscle memory was the only thing keeping him going. he was getting hit, but he was giving it back. the crowd was loud, and the pace was stiff, but it was fine. it was normal.

until the lights shifted.

until john cena’s music hit.

your stomach dropped.

you knew about the run-in. It was planned, the next beat in the story heading into wrestle mania. cena comes out, roughs him up a bit, crowd goes wild. you’d heard the pitch days ago. you didn’t love it, but cody had waved it off.

"it’s just heat", he said. "it’ll be fine."

it wasn’t.

cena hit the ring fast and before cody could even fully recover from solo’s last samoan spike, he was down. you expected a few punches. maybe a chair. but cena didn’t stop.

he didn’t pull back.

fists, stiff and angry, rained down. cody tried to roll, tried to cover, but cena mounted and kept going. a heavy elbow. another. the ref yelled. the med team hesitated, unsure if this was still part of the show.

it wasn’t supposed to look like this.

"something’s wrong", you breathed, stepping forward.

then cena lifted cody, who was barely standing, and threw him hard against the steel steps outside. the crack echoed.

and you ran.

you didn’t even think. just bolted from gorilla position toward the ramp as the crowd roared louder, not knowing what was real and what was too real. you were almost at the ring when two strong arms stopped you.

"whoa wait!" sami’s voice echoed.

you struggled, eyes locked on cody still crumpled by the steps.

"let me go! he’s hurt, sami, let me go!"

"y/n don’t", he said, holding firm, trying to keep calm while you thrashed. "you’ll get hurt if you go out there right now."

"i don’t care! he’s not moving, cody!" your voice cracked, panic bleeding through.

then randy orton was beside sami, adding his grip, steady and commanding.

"hey, hey", he said firmly, trying to ground you. "he’s gonna be okay. medical’s already moving. don’t do something you’ll regret, alright?"

tears blurred your vision. your lungs burned from yelling. you were shaking.

john stood in the ring now, arms raised like this was still part of the show, but even his face looked unsure. like he realised he’d gone too far.

you stopped struggling. sami and randy didn’t let go right away, not until you slumped forward, breath trembling, staring down at the man you hadn’t spoken to in days, now barely able to stand.

he looked up, dazed, blood at the corner of his mouth. his eyes found you.

and even from across the chaos, you saw it, the regret. the fear. the unspoken i'm sorry that neither of you had said out loud yet.

"i need to go to him", you whispered.

sami let go first.

as soon as Randy and Sami loosened their grip, you tore free, not running this time, just moving, like your legs were moving faster than your heart could keep up with. the crowd was still roaring, somewhere between hype and confusion, the kind of electric buzz that made it hard to tell what was real.

but this, this was real.

you climbed into the ring, barely noticing the blood on the mat or the crew stepping aside as you dropped to your knees beside cody. he was half-sitting, half-slumped, trying to act like he wasn’t as hurt as he was.

"hey", you breathed, touching his cheek, not caring who saw. "hey, baby, look at me."

his eyes fluttered open. "y/n"

you cupped his face, ignoring the swelling near his brow, the busted lip, the way he still breathed like it hurt. "why didn’t you stop him? why didn’t you signal?"

"i didn’t want to ruin the moment", he whispered, smiling like it didn’t split his lip. "it's wrestlemania season"

you shook your head, tears slipping silently down your cheeks. "you’re such a dumbass."

he laughed, winced, and nodded. "yeah. i am."

your hands slid into his hair, forehead resting against his. "you scared the hell out of me, cody. i didn’t even know if we were still, i thought i hated you. and then i saw you go down and all i could think was, i can’t lose him."

his arms were slow and shaking, but they wrapped around you anyway. you didn’t care that everyone was watching. you didn’t care about storylines or production cues or the red light on the camera.

all you cared about was that he was here, holding you like he still meant it.

"i’m sorry", he murmured. "for everything. i’ve been chasing something that doesn’t matter without you."

"you’ve been chasing it alone", you corrected, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. "and you don’t have to."

he stared at you like he’d forgotten how to breathe. then, in front of thousands of screaming fans, with trainers and refs hovering nearby, cody pressed his forehead to yours and whispered.

"i don’t want to do any of this without you anymore."

you kissed him softly, like a promise. and the crowd went insane.

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as soon as you got backstage you were met with chaos. trainers. ice packs. voices muffled by adrenaline. cody sat on the medical bench, sweat and blood drying on his skin, the high of the crowd already fading into exhaustion.

you stood close, arms wrapped around yourself as the medic cleaned up his cuts. he flinched once. you winced harder.

"you should’ve told someone he was going stiff", you muttered, voice low.

"i didn’t want to be the guy who can’t take a hit" cody replied, not meeting your eyes.

you walked over and knelt in front of him again, like you had in the ring but this time, it was quiet. private. no lights. no crowd.

"you don’t have to prove you’re unbreakable, cody. not to them. not to me.", your voice cracked at the end, your walls coming down, finally. "i need you whole. not heroic."

he looked down at you, his eyes soft. "i thought i had to carry everything. the company. the name. "

"you just have to carry me", you whispered. "and let me carry you back."

he nodded, voice hoarse. "i want to be better. for you. with you."

you reached for his hand, threading your fingers through his.

"then start by coming back to me", you said softly. "and this time, stay."

cody leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours again, eyes fluttering closed. for the first time in weeks, the silence between you was comfortable.

[just1cefor4ll]

—I’ve never been in love before

Joost Klein x fem!reader

A/N. this is very long soo yeah 😭😭 you better lay down for this one

warning. swearing, not proof read

You met Joost in a packed festival crowd, both stuck in an endless merch line. What started as casual grumbling about the wait turned into a conversation that flowed too easily—favorite bands, who you were here to watch perform, your hobbies. You found out that he was actually going to perform that day which caught you off guard that he was here to watch and perform but he seemed like a pretty cool guy and so you continued your conversation. By the time you finally got your shirts, it felt like you'd known each other for years.

As you stepped away from the booth, he turned to you with a grin. "Alright, so we’re basically the same person. Wanna meet up after I finish my show? I promise to wave your way." He teases playfully.

After saying your goodbyes, you quickly pushed through the crowd, earning a few glares and muttered curses along the way. But you didn’t care—you had to support your new friend, who was about to go on stage any minute now.

When he finally stepped into the spotlight, the crowd erupted in cheers, and you joined in, even if you didn’t know the lyrics. You simply enjoyed the moment, capturing a few photos and videos to look back on later. As promised, he spotted you in the crowd and waved, grinning like an excited child. You waved back just as enthusiastically before he disappeared backstage.

The moment his performance ended, you sprinted toward the meeting spot, weaving through the lingering audience members, your heart still racing from the energy of the show. When you finally pushed past the last barrier, you found yourself in a quieter space behind the stage, the air buzzing with excitement and the distant sound of music from the next act.

You scanned the area, searching for him among the roadies and performers who milled about, still riding the adrenaline of their sets. A few people glanced your way, but no one stopped you. Just when you started to wonder if you’d misunderstood the meeting spot, you heard a familiar voice call your name.

Turning quickly, you saw him jogging toward you, still slightly out of breath, his face glowing with sweat and exhilaration. "You made it!" he said, grinning wide.

"You were incredible!" you gushed, unable to contain your excitement. "I mean, I didn’t know the lyrics, but still—wow." You chuckled, walking alongside him to wherever he was taking you. “That’s okay, you had fun though, right?” You nodded, showing him the pictures and videos you took and in that moment, you couldn’t be happier about making a new friend and Joost— unkown to him then— he found someone who would be there for him in the darkest moments of his life.

Years passed, and you and Joost grew closer. What had started as a random encounter at a concert turned into a real friendship. You ended up going on a few tours with him, getting a taste of life behind the scenes. The long bus rides, crowded dressing rooms, and the constant rush of meeting fans became part of the routine.

You also met a lot of his friends along the way—musicians, crew members, and people who were part of Joost’s inner circle.

Through sleepless nights and long flights, through sold-out shows and quiet moments between sets, your friendship remained steady. And no matter how big the venues got or how many people screamed his name, he always made time to find you in the crowd—grinning like he did that very first night, as if nothing had changed at all.

One night, after you and a few shared friends had gotten utterly wasted, you found yourself stepping out onto the balcony of a hotel to clear your head. The city lights below blurred together, just like the thoughts swirling in your mind. You leaned against the railing, taking in a deep breath of the cool night air, trying to make sense of everything.

It still felt surreal—the way your life had changed so dramatically. One minute, you were a boring college student, focused on exams and a future that seemed so far away. The next, you were done with college and living your dream life, traveling the world and supporting your best friend while watching him build his dream. It felt like a dream that might fade if you woke up too suddenly, but even then, you couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

Joost stepped out onto the balcony with a cigarette between his fingertips— the orange light of the lighter illuminating his features for a mere second before he leaned against the railing next to you. “Rought night, ey?” He smirked, looking at your tipsy but still functioning state.

You laugh, nodding. “Yea I’ll definitely be drowning in my own misery once I wake up with a killer headache tommorow.”

Joost chuckled at your statement, agreeing before blowing the smoke from his cigarette opposite of your direction.

You took a moment to just admire Joost, something you hadn’t really allowed yourself to do before. It wasn’t supposed to be anything more than just a casual glance at your friend, but suddenly, something in your chest tightened, and your heart skipped a beat. His features, the way his hair fell loosely around his face, the easy confidence in the way he stood—it was all familiar, yet tonight, it felt different.

Before you could fully process the shift, your stomach did a little flip, and you shifted uncomfortably, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“Hey, you okay?” Joost’s voice broke the silence, his hand instinctively coming to rest around your shoulder, concern flickering in his eyes.

You blinked, quickly pushing the feeling aside. “Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking,” you said, offering a smile as you put a hand on his back, hoping it would mask how uneasy you felt inside.

Joost gave a slight nod, but there was a pause in the air, as though he was waiting for you to say more. You didn’t though— only running from the subject more and changing the topic. “I’m gonna head back inside. The others are probably waiting,” you said, turning away slightly. “Yeah, probably,” Joost replied, following you without question, though the look on his face suggested he wasn’t entirely convinced.

But as you walked back toward the noise and light inside, the fluttering in your chest wouldn’t go away. The feeling in your stomach lingered, like something had shifted between you both—something you couldn’t quite name, but knew was there.

A few months passed since that night on the balcony, but the feeling never fully left you. It lingered in the back of your mind, a constant reminder of the shift you’d felt in your chest. You had tried to brush it off, distracting yourself with the usual routines, but the truth was—it wasn’t going away.

You’d spent weeks wrestling with your feelings for Joost, torn between wanting to keep things as they were and the need to be honest with him. Eventually, you realized you couldn’t keep hiding it. You had to say something.

It was late one evening after the show, when everyone else had wandered off, and the two of you were left sitting together, a rare moment of quiet between the chaos of the tour. Joost leaned back, scrolling through his phone, liking every post he saw of his show and fans. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves.

“Joost,” you started, your voice soft.

He looked up at you, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

You hesitated for a moment, not sure how to begin, but you pushed forward. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.. it’s been on my mind for a while.”

His expression shifted from casual to attentive, and you felt the weight of his gaze, the nerves bubbling up in your chest.

“I uh— I think I’ve developed feelings for you,” you said, your words coming out in a rush, as if to get them out before you changed your mind.

Joost didn’t say anything right away, his face unreadable as he processed your confession. The silence stretched, and your heart began to race.

Finally, he spoke. “I’m really glad you told me,” he said gently, his voice sincere but careful. “But.. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and I’m just not in a place where I’m looking for anything like that right now.” Your heart sank, and you nodded, trying to keep your face neutral, but the sting in your chest was undeniable. You knew this was a possibility, but hearing it out loud still made it real.

Joost reached over, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. His eyes softened. “I hope this doesn’t make things weird between us. You’re one of my closest friends, and I don’t want to lose that.” You smiled faintly, feeling a small ache form in your throat. “Yeah, I get it. I’m just glad you were honest with me.”

Without missing a beat, Joost shifted, pulling you into a side hug and draping his arm around your shoulders. You leaned into it a little, trying to take comfort in the familiar closeness while your mind raced.

“Come on, let’s distract you a bit,” he said, pulling out his phone and opening up TikTok. “You need a laugh. Let’s see what the internet has to offer tonight.” You laughed lightly, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. Joost started scrolling through random videos, his laughter filling the quiet space between you. You watched, forcing yourself to focus on the silly dance routines and ridiculous memes, but your mind couldn’t stop wandering back to what had just been said. His arm was still around you, casual, comforting. He was still Joost, the same friend you’d known for so long. But now, there was this new layer between you, a soft ache in your chest that you couldn’t shake.

As he showed you another video, you couldn’t help but notice the little things—the way his fingers brushed against your arm, the way his laugh made your stomach flutter. You wished you could push those feelings away, but every time you tried, they seemed to grow stronger.

You forced a smile, trying to focus on the laughter and the fun of the moment, but it was hard. It felt like you were living in two different worlds at once—one where you were just friends with Joost, and another where your heart kept reminding you that you wanted more.

Joost kept scrolling, oblivious to the storm of emotions swirling inside you. And for now, that was enough. But deep down, you couldn’t help but wonder if things would ever feel the same again.

You got over it surprisingly quickly once you realized Joost was acting like his usual self despite your confession. There was no awkwardness, no change in the way he treated you, and that lifted a heavy weight from your chest—though it didn’t completely erase the feelings you still had for him.

At first, you thought it would be impossible to go back to normal, but Joost made it easy. He still sent you dumb memes at 2 a.m., still dragged you into late-night adventures, and still leaned on you when he was exhausted after a long day. If anything, it felt like he was making an effort to remind you that nothing had changed between you.

And in a way, that helped.

The feelings didn’t disappear overnight, but they became easier to manage. Instead of dwelling on what you couldn’t have, you found yourself appreciating what you did—an unshakable friendship, one that had already withstood more than you thought it would.

One night, as you and Joost sat on the couch, watching dumb videos he had taken with Apson and Stuntje, he spoke up out of nowhere.

“You know,” he started, his voice quieter than usual, “I respect you for telling me about your feelings.”

You blinked, caught off guard, and turned to look at him. “Huh?”

He kept his gaze on the screen, but you could see the tension in his jaw, the way he was clearly choosing his words carefully. “I mean, it takes guts. Saying something like that. I don’t think I ever really told you that.”

You gave a small, almost teasing smile. “Yeah, well. It’s not like it changed anything.”

Joost exhaled, finally glancing at you. “Still. I just wanted you to know.”

You shrugged, acting like it wasn’t a big deal, but something about the way he said it made your chest feel a little lighter. You nudged him playfully, turning your attention back to the video. “You’re getting all sentimental on me, Joost. You good?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah. Just thinking.”

And that was the end of the conversation. Atleast, for you.

Little did you know, Joost had thought about your confession more than he could ever admit—to you or to himself.

At first, he told himself it didn’t mean anything. That you had moved on, that you were fine, and that it was for the best. But in the quiet moments, when there was nothing to distract him, the thought always crept back in.

He wasn’t ready for a relationship. That was the truth, wasn’t it? He had too many flaws, too many things he didn’t like about himself, too many uncertainties about what he could actually offer someone. And he knew you��you’d see right through all of that. You’d try to turn those flaws into something good, something worth loving. But he wasn’t sure he could believe that.

So he did what he did best—he buried it. Kept his feelings locked away, shoved them into the back of his mind like they didn’t exist.

He had turned you down, and you had taken it well. You had stayed, continued being his best friend without a hint of awkwardness, without asking for anything more. That was enough, right? That should have made it easier to move on.

But then there were the moments that made it impossible to ignore.

Like when you’d fall asleep against his shoulder during long car rides, trusting him enough to let your guard down completely, your breath soft and even. He never dared to move, afraid of waking you, but more afraid of acknowledging how much he liked the feeling of you close to him.

Or the way you always made sure he ate something before a show, shoving snacks at him without a second thought, knowing damn well he’d forget otherwise. He’d grumble about it, roll his eyes, but he always took whatever you gave him because deep down, it meant something that you cared that much.

And the worst part? The way you never made him feel like he had to be anyone other than himself.

You never expected him to always be loud and confident. You never pushed him to talk when he wasn’t in the mood. You never made him feel like he had to prove anything to you.

And that was dangerous.

Because it made him feel safe. And safety was something he had never associated with love before.

He thought back to the night on the couch, when you were leaned against him, watching videos on his phone. The way you had nudged him, teasing him for getting sentimental, and how easily you had brushed off what he said.

That should have been reassuring. It should have made him feel relieved.

Instead, it only made him realize how much he hated the idea of you moving on without him.

You and Joost had decided to go to a summer festival that same year, deciding it would be fun to experience something that brought you two together in the first place. The festival felt just like it had all those years ago—the energy, the music, the crowd moving in waves around you. As you stood next to Joost, watching the flashing lights dance across the stage, you let out a small laugh.

“I’m getting major déjà vu right now,” you said, nudging him lightly. Joost turned his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Ja, I was just thinking the same thing.”

You grinned. “Except this time, you’re not up on that stage and we aren’t waiting hours in a line for some cheap ass merch.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Speak for yourself., that merch is still proudly desplayed in my closet.”

The two of you laughed, falling back into the same easy rhythm you always had. You talked about everything and nothing—old memories, the weird guy you’d seen dancing earlier, how festivals never failed to make you feel like a teenager again.

At some point, Joost leaned in slightly so you could hear him over the music. “Wanna head out for a bit? Just walk around?”

You glanced at him before looking back at the stage. It was fun here, but something about the way he asked made you curious. “Yeah, sure.”

He gestured for you to follow, and soon the two of you had slipped past the thick of the crowd, wandering through the festival grounds where it was quieter. The distant thrum of music still filled the air, but it was easier to talk now.

Joost slowed his steps, shoving his hands into his pockets. “You ever think about how much has changed?” he asked suddenly.

You glanced at him. “Yeah. A lot, actually.”

He nodded, staring ahead for a moment before exhaling a quiet laugh. “It’s weird. I used to think I had everything figured out—what I wanted, what I didn’t want. But lately, I don’t know.”

You nodded, leaning against a barricade. “I get that. I mean just a few years ago I was basically rotting in bed all day, studying my ass off and had the social life of a dead person. Now? Yeah I never thought I’d be such a social butterfly when I’m with the right people— or person.” You smiled, looking at him.

He glanced over at you, a slight grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I never would’ve guessed—you seemed so put together when we met, and you talked my ear off all night. Not that I’m complaining," Joost said, nudging your side.

You laughed, rolling your eyes playfully. "Well, I guess I can be a bit of a chatterbox when I'm comfortable. I wasn’t always this.. open, though. I kind of just found my rhythm over time. But hey, at least I didn't bore you, right?"

He smiled, shaking his head. "Not even close. It was refreshing, honestly. You seemed so sure of yourself. I thought, wow, this person’s got it figured out."

You shrugged, a little sheepish. "Sometimes it’s easier to fake it than to admit you don’t know what the hell you're doing."

Silence enveloped you, the soft breeze of the summer day blew through you with ease— it was sort of nostalgic.

Joost hesitated before speaking up, kicking a stray pebble on the path. “I’ve been thinking about.. us.”

Your breath caught slightly, but you kept your expression neutral. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said, turning to face you. “I don’t think I ever let myself really think about it back then. When you told me how you felt, I—I freaked out a little, if I’m being honest. I told myself I wasn’t ready, that I wasn’t meant for that kind of thing.”

You nodded slowly, waiting for him to continue.

“But then you stayed,” he said, his voice softer now. “You never made it weird, never made me feel like I had to be anything more than what I already was. And I think, somewhere along the way.. I stopped fighting it.”

You swallowed, your heart pounding just a little harder now.

“I don’t really know how to do this,” he admitted, running a hand through his hair. “Love. Relationships. It’s always been something I’ve convinced myself I’m not good at. But I don’t want to keep pretending like I don’t feel anything for you anymore.”

“So.. if we do this,” he continued, “could we take it slow? Could you maybe… help me figure it out?”

A smile tugged at the corner of your lips, warmth spreading through your chest.

“You don’t have to figure it all out right now,” you said gently. “We’ll figure it out together.”

Joost let out a breath, almost like he had been holding it in this whole time. Then, slowly, he reached for your hand, his fingers brushing against yours before fully intertwining them.

“Yeah?” he asked, a small smile forming.

“Yeah,” you murmured, pulling him into a hug which meant more than a kiss ever could right now.

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[concretejunglefm]

You and Vessel are "secretly" dating (the band and crew has bets going. Its spilt, a majority think y'all are dating and the rest think y'all are just really good friends). They find out when at a festival you and Vessel has disappeared till 2 minutes before they had to be on stage, Vessel comes running into the green room to touching up his paint, crew yelling to hurry up he's gotta get up there, only for them to realize you were slowly behind him. In an hurried attempt to wash of the black paint he had left behind during a pre-show make out session, you missed some spots 🤭 some black on the corner of your mouth, some spots on your neck, and a big mark that looked almost like a hand print on your thigh that peeked out your shorts. It isn't till you hear a crew member whisper to another "You owe us $50 each." That you realize not all the paint was gone.

The thought of this really made me giggle, so here’s me testing the waters with a little something 🤭

Honestly, you don’t even know how Vessel convinces you to sneak in a quick few minutes together—before the show, no less, and while he’s in full paint—but you can’t deny that seeing him like that only entices you more. Maybe you have more of a mask kink than you’re willing to admit. The fact that his current mask shows his mouth fully is torturous. It makes it too easy for him to pull you in for a quick, sneaky kiss, even when you chastise him with a playful slap to the chest, risking smudging the paint, but it’s always worth the risk when he makes you melt into him like that.

This time, when he lures you away, whispering sweet things in your ear and leaving a trail of kisses down the column of your neck, you find it nearly impossible to resist slipping off with him, even as you hear them calling for Vessel to head to the stage.

“Where the fuck have you been?” a crew member demands, trying to rush Vessel out to the stage, but he just shrugs and smirks—something knowing, something downright thigh clenching if you let your gaze linger a second too long.

“He’s here, ain’t he?” you respond, a little breathless as you trail behind him. The crew member glances at you, something skeptical in his expression, as though he’s trying to piece together a puzzle. Your cheeks flush, and you duck your head, attempting to rub off any lingering black paint that might be smeared across your face—or around your mouth—and neck with a baby wipe you grabbed from the dressing room.

You’re not entirely sure how successful you are, and all you can do is hope you’ve cleaned enough to ease any suspicions about your whereabouts, and what you’d been doing, while alone with him.

By the time you reach backstage, the rest of the members are already waiting, ready to step out and take their spots. Vessel hangs back, awaiting his cue. Your heart pounds in your chest, the excitement fluttering in your stomach now tangled with a thread of anxiety at just how close you’d come to getting caught.

And just as the feeling starts to settle, you catch a whisper from iii as he passes you on his way out to the stage. “That black paint just gets everywhere, doesn’t it?” It isn’t malicious—his tone is light, teasing. You know that if he didn’t already have his mask in place, he’d be flashing you that cheeky, shit eating grin he always gives when making comments like that.

You try to play it cool, brushing it off with a mumbled, “Whatever,” but when you glance down, your heart sinks. Obvious handprints—Vessel’s—are stamped across your thighs, peeking out from beneath your shorts.

The frontman steps put to head onto the stage then, but not without a final glance back at you, his teeth bared in a grin. You just know he’s winking at you beneath that mask, and right as the music starts and the crowd begins to roar, you hear a couple of crew members whisper behind you: “You owe me fifty bucks.”

[babyarmywrites]

真夜中のドア - kim seungmin

Synopsys: Everyone told you they loved you—except the one who mattered most. But when words finally fail, love finds another way to speak.

Word count: 4,1k

Genre: fluff, slight angst, but happy ending

Warnings: none

You didn’t think you’d end up here—not really. Not at a company this big, not coordinating stages for a group as high-profile as Stray Kids. You’d started with small freelance gigs in college—community plays, university idol groups, indie concerts in cramped basements with fog machines that barely worked. But you were good. Fast. Quiet. Reliable. The type of person who knew how to get ten things done without asking twice. You didn’t try to charm your way into rooms. You just worked your way into them.

JYP had called you after a rushed recommendation from someone on the production team of a survival show you helped coordinate. You were supposed to be a temporary fill-in. One showcase. One comeback stage. And yet, somehow, you stayed.

It wasn’t glamorous. It was lugging cables before sunrise and running through camera blockings during lunch breaks. But you liked the chaos. The adrenaline. The rhythm of fixing problems before anyone else even noticed them.

That’s how you met Seungmin. Or—how he started noticing you.

At first, you barely interacted. You were all business: headset on, clipboard in hand, mic assignments color-coded and memorized. Seungmin didn’t say much either. Just a polite nod here and there when your paths crossed in rehearsal spaces or backstage.

But it changed during a rehearsal for an end-of-year special.

One of the junior staff dropped the wrong music cue—twice. The rest of the team scattered to fix it, but you were already crouched behind the console, rewiring the audio jack and muttering into your mic. You didn’t notice Seungmin watching from the side until the song started clean, without a hitch.

Later that day, you passed by him in the hallway. He paused. Just long enough to say, “You saved that rehearsal, you know.”

You blinked. “Just doing my job.”

He nodded slowly. “Still. Thank you.”

You didn’t think much of it. But he did.

After that, it kept happening. Little moments. He’d offer you a drink when you stayed late. Ask about the work no one else noticed. Mention your name when thanking staff after a shoot. He’d linger in conversations a little longer than necessary. Ask for your opinion during stage reviews. Smile more when you were around. You weren’t loud. You didn’t chase attention. But you were there, holding the chaos together. And somewhere along the way, Seungmin stopped looking past you like everyone else had. He started looking for you instead.

It doesn’t happen all at once. Seungmin’s always been the type to notice the small things — the way someone stirs their coffee before drinking, the way staff tie their shoelaces before a stage. He’s observant by nature. Methodical. Practical. It’s what makes him so steady under pressure. But with you, he starts noticing things he doesn’t have a reason to.

Like how you hum quietly under your breath when checking lighting cues, a habit so consistent he begins to recognize which checklist you’re running through based on the melody. Or how you tug on the sleeves of your hoodie when you're stressed, trying not to show it. He catches himself smiling when he hears your voice through the comms, even if you’re just calling out, “Group B, standby.”

Then one day, something small shifts.

You’re both reviewing the stage rundown for an upcoming music show — the group’s set is stacked, and the transition time between songs is tight. You sit cross-legged on the floor of the rehearsal room, laptop balanced on one knee, scribbling notes in the margins of your clipboard. Seungmin sits across from you, sipping from a protein drink, eyes drifting over your concentrated expression.

“You’re always this prepared?” he asks lightly, more curious than teasing.

You glance up, a bit surprised he’s talking. “Someone has to be. You guys don’t make it easy.”

He smirks. “Fair.”

There’s a moment of silence, but it’s comfortable. Familiar.

“You ever do something completely out of your comfort zone?” he asks suddenly, eyes not leaving yours.

You blink. “Why?”

“No reason,” he says quickly. “Just wondering.”

But that night, as he lies awake in bed, he thinks about how asking you to dinner would be out of his comfort zone. Not because he doesn’t want to — but because it would make this real. And real is terrifying. Still, the thought lingers.

A week later, after a particularly brutal day of rehearsals, you’re sitting on a bench just outside the studio building, sipping canned coffee and scrolling through lighting corrections.

Seungmin finds you there. He sits beside you without saying a word at first.

“Long day?” he finally asks.

You nod without looking up. “Stage four had a flickering LED panel, and the fog machine almost killed our mic levels, but… other than that, totally smooth.”

He laughs, a sound you’ve grown to love. He’s quiet for a beat, then says, “Hey.”

You glance over. “Yeah?”

“I was thinking…” He hesitates, lips parting like the words might float away before he catches them. “Do you want to grab dinner sometime?”

You blink, a bit caught off guard. “Just the two of us?”

He nods slowly. “Yeah. I mean—if that’s okay. I figured… we spend so much time working, maybe it’d be nice to just… not work. For a bit.”

You smile, heart doing something traitorous in your chest. “That sounds nice.”

He exhales — half relief, half disbelief. “Okay. Cool. I’ll… I’ll text you.”

You bump your shoulder lightly into his. “Don’t forget the emoji.”

He grins. “Not a chance.”

And when he walks away that night, fingers twitching at his phone like he can’t wait to type something ridiculous, Seungmin feels something strange bubbling under his skin. Not panic. Not uncertainty. Just… anticipation.

Because maybe this is out of his comfort zone. But maybe that’s exactly where you are.

Your first dinner together isn’t what you’d call romantic — at least, not by the usual standards.

There’s no candlelight, no nervous flirting, no dramatic confessions. Just a small, cozy restaurant tucked into a quiet side street. Seungmin picked the place himself, promising the kimchi jjigae was the best in the city — and he wasn’t wrong. You sit across from each other in a booth, steam rising from your bowls, and somehow the conversation flows with surprising ease.

You talk about everything and nothing: awkward rehearsal moments, your mutual hate for faulty headset mics, the time a stage light exploded mid-performance and Seungmin didn’t even flinch.

He makes you laugh — really laugh — more than once. And beneath his usual composed, dry exterior, you catch glimpses of something softer, something that only shows when he’s around you. Meanwhile, Seungmin watches you quietly, like he’s seeing you clearly for the first time, wondering how he ever thought you were just part of the background.

When he walks you back to your building that night, hands stuffed deep into his jacket pockets, there’s a pause at the front steps.

“Thanks for tonight,” you say, half-smiling.

He nods. “I liked it.”

You’re not sure what you expect next — maybe a hug, maybe a goodbye — but instead, he says, “Wanna do it again sometime?”

You nod. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

From there, it’s a slow evolution. Neither of you announces it, labels it, or tries to define what it is. But suddenly, Seungmin starts waiting for you after rehearsals. He saves a spot for you at lunch. He learns how you take your coffee and always shows up with it before show call. His playlist changes — softer songs, more warmth.

You stop pretending you don’t notice the way his eyes follow you across the room, how his hand lingers just a second longer on your back when he walks past, or how his lips twitch up when you say something only he finds funny.

The others start catching on quickly.

Han nudges you during mic check one day and whispers, “When’s the wedding?”

Felix just grins knowingly. Hyunjin raises a teasing brow every time Seungmin’s voice softens around you. Even Minho, ever the observer, once walks past and mutters, “You’re doomed,” to Seungmin with a smirk.

But Seungmin doesn’t care. He’s not the loudest about it — he never will be — but he starts showing you in a hundred little ways: in the packed dinners he brings to late rehearsals, the forehead kisses he sneaks when no one’s looking, the way his messages always end with “Get home safe.”

Eventually, during one of those quiet moments, curled up together backstage after a long week, he turns to you and says, so simply:

“I think I’ve been yours for a while now.”

And just like that, you know.

This wasn’t loud. This wasn’t sudden. But this? This was love.

Over the next couple of weeks, without a grand gesture or without an elaborate conversation on where you two stand relationship-wise, it becomes clearer and clearer that you two are, in fact, a couple.

You feel it from small gestures. In his attentiveness, that seems to be exclusive to you.

You step into the rehearsal room just as Seungmin and the others are wrapping up their practice. The moment he spots you, his face lights up in a way that makes your heart skip. As you walk over, he subtly brushes his hand along your lower back, guiding you gently through the cluster of people. You barely notice the casualness of the touch, but others around you exchange knowing smiles.

Later, when you sit side by side on the couch, his fingers find yours, intertwining just briefly before he lets go, as if holding your hand too openly would be too much for now. Still, the warmth lingers.

During a break, you catch him watching you from across the room. His eyes are soft, full of care, but he quickly looks away when you meet his gaze. Only you understand what that silent glance means.

Later, you find a small note tucked on the side of your water bottle — a simple "Good luck today!" scrawled in his handwriting. You smile, feeling the comfort of his thoughtfulness.

He leans in close, whispering a teasing nickname only you know, making you laugh until you nearly fall over. It’s in that moment, your laughter echoing between you, that he squeezes your hand and you realize: you’re his, and he’s yours.

When the day cools down, Seungmin takes off his hoodie and gently drapes it over your shoulders, his fingers lingering for a heartbeat before he pulls back, shy but proud.

Finally, as you stand together waiting for the others to finish, he leans in just a little closer, the space between you narrowing naturally — a quiet promise, louder than words.

Doomsday comes a few weeks later. You’re sitting across from Seungmin, the small café around you humming softly with quiet conversations and clinking cups. He’s telling one of those goofy stories — the kind only he can pull off, full of awkward mishaps and exaggerated expressions.

You can’t help but smile as he talks about the time he accidentally wore two different shoes to practice. And then, just as he’s about to demonstrate his “fashion disaster,” he trips over an imaginary obstacle and nearly knocks over his coffee. You burst out laughing, the kind of laugh that feels like it’s been waiting to escape all day. It bubbles up from deep inside and catches you off guard. When you finally catch your breath, the words come tumbling out, almost like a surprise to yourself:

“I love you.”

Seungmin freezes, eyebrows rising in surprise, his smile faltering for a brief moment. You stare at him, suddenly embarrassed and wishing you could take it back. But then, instead of saying anything, he just grins that quiet, warm smile you’ve come to know so well. He reaches over, lightly bumps your shoulder with his own, and says softly, “You’re something else.”

That little gesture feels like a promise — a gentle acknowledgment that, even if he’s not ready to say the words yet, he feels the same.

In that quiet, shared space, you realize something: love doesn’t always need to be spoken. Sometimes, it’s carried in the small things—the pauses, the touches, the way someone holds you like you matter most.

Maybe, just maybe, that’s enough for now.

Confession No. 1 - Han Jisung

Han slides into the room where you’re working, headphones hanging around his neck, fingers nervously drumming on the table.

“Hey, can I steal you for a sec?” he asks, trying to sound casual but failing spectacularly.

You look up, curious. “Sure, what’s up?”

He pulls out his laptop and opens the remix project for Super Bowl. “Okay, so here’s the deal—I’m totally stuck. My brain is fried, and this remix needs to slap, but I just can’t get it right.”

You grin. “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got.”

As you dive in, tweaking beats and layering sounds, Han watches you with a goofy smile. “I swear, you’re magic. Honestly, if I didn’t have my amazing girlfriend—the world’s best PR manager, by the way—I’d be on my knees for you.”

He smirks, clearly proud of that. “But seriously, you and Seungmin? You’re good for him. Like, really good. I’m happy he’s got you.”

You smile, pleasantly surprised.

Then, Han freezes for a second, cheeks reddening. “Uh, so, I just want to say... I love you.”

You blink, caught off guard.

“No, no!” he blurts out quickly. “Not like that! I mean—platonic love! Like, I love your skills, your brain, your patience with me being a mess.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Only you could make a platonic love confession sound so confusing but endearing.”

Han grins, relief washing over his face. “Yeah, that’s me. But seriously, thanks for helping me out. This remix’s gonna be fire.”

You exchange a smile, the music between you somehow feeling even better now — like the beat of a friendship that’s growing stronger every day.

Confession No.2 - Lee Know

The rehearsal studio buzzes with the usual energy, but you notice Lee Know standing off to the side, his brow furrowed and fingers tapping nervously against his thigh. The stage layout had been changed last minute, and you can tell it’s throwing him off—he’s worried the choreography won’t come together right.

You catch his eye and head over, holding a water bottle. “Hey, you look like you need this more than anyone right now.”

He accepts it gratefully, taking a few sips before letting out a shaky breath. “Thanks. This last-minute switch… it’s messing with the flow. I’m worried the moves won’t translate the way they’re supposed to.”

You smile gently, trying to ease his tension. “You’re one of the best dancers I know. The moves might change, but your skill doesn’t. The energy you bring? That’s what counts.”

Lee Know looks at you, eyes softening. “You’re right. I’m just... stressed, you know?”

You nod. “Totally understandable. But you’ve got this—and we’ve all got your back.”

For a moment, there’s silence, then Lee Know glances down at the water bottle in his hand and mutters, almost under his breath, “Don’t tell anyone I said this, but I love you.”

You blink, surprised, but before you can respond, he shrugs, flushes a bit, and quickly adds, “Not like that, obviously. Just… you’re one of us now. You’re a good person.”

And just like that, he turns on his heel and disappears back into rehearsal like it never happened, leaving you smiling quietly to yourself, warmed by the unspoken trust.

Confession No.3 - Changbin

You step into the practice room balancing a tray with coffee cups, hoping the caffeine boost will lift their spirits during the long rehearsal. Changbin immediately zeroes in on you, snatching a cup like it’s a lifeline.

“See? This is why I love you!” he declares, clutching his chest with mock drama. “You get the assignment right every time.”

You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head at his antics. He leans in, voice dropping to something softer, more sincere. “Seriously though. You’re amazing. I hope he tells you soon. You deserve to hear those three little words.”

His words catch in your throat. The truth is, you’ve been waiting—patiently, hopefully—for Seungmin to say it. But a week has passed, and the silence has started to sting. The fact that the boys know about your inner turmoil makes it a hundred times worse.

Changbin’s teasing cheerfulness fades when he catches the look in your eyes. “Hey, don’t let it get to you. Sometimes people show love differently. You just gotta give him time.”

Just then, Seungmin walks in behind Changbin, catching the last part of the conversation. He pauses, watching you with a softness that speaks volumes, but he doesn’t say the words himself.

Instead, he quietly places a hand on your shoulder and gives it a gentle squeeze.

You look up, searching his face for a sign, but all you see is a tender hesitation.

As he steps away, your smile falters. You clutch your coffee a little tighter, the warmth not quite reaching your heart.

Confession No. 4 - Felix

Felix’s kitchen smells like cinnamon and vanilla, soft lo-fi music buzzing from a speaker near the windowsill. You’re elbow-deep in flour and laughter, icing cupcakes with reckless abandon while he watches you with that signature sunshine smile.

“Seungmin told me you’ve been a little… distant lately,” Felix says gently, placing a tray of cookies into the oven.

Your hands pause mid-swipe of frosting. “I’m not trying to be. It’s just—hard, I guess. Waiting.”

Felix nods, pulling off his oven mittens and leaning on the counter beside you. “He’s scared, you know. Seungmin’s not the type to fall easily. But when he does? He falls hard. And when someone gets close, he holds on with everything he has.” His voice is soft, but certain. “He’s not good with words like that. But he’s trying. I know he is.”

Your throat tightens, and before you can stop yourself, the tears come.

“I know he loves me, I can feel it in the way he acts, the way he looks at me,” you whisper, voice cracking. “I just… I need to hear it. Words matter to me. They always have.”

Felix reaches for a tissue and hands it to you wordlessly, letting you cry without making it feel dramatic. He then embraces you, whispering "We all love you" into your ear, reminding you how much you mean to their group. Not just Seungmin. Then, as if on cue, the front door creaks open.

You freeze.

Seungmin’s voice calls out casually from the hallway, “Felix? I left my charger—”

And then he sees you—eyes red, shoulders trembling, face turning away.

You don’t give him a chance to say anything. You’re out the door before he can take a step closer, leaving the smell of cookies and unspoken feelings behind.

Confession No.5 - Bang Chan

You’ve never felt quite this heavy leaving work. The rehearsal schedules were brutal today, and Seungmin barely looked at you during the debrief. Not out of malice, but distance—a carefully placed wall you can’t seem to get through anymore. You told him you loved him. Weeks ago. And he still hasn’t said it back.

You hear footsteps catching up behind you in the parking lot, and you already know who it is before he says anything.

“Hey,” Bang Chan says, offering a warm smile as he falls into step beside you. “I figured I’d walk you out.”

You smile back, but it doesn’t reach your eyes.

He doesn’t say anything at first, letting the silence settle gently between you. When you reach your car, he leans against the door and folds his arms across his chest, looking up at the night sky like he’s thinking through a thousand words before choosing the right ones.

“You’ve become… really important to us,” he says at last. “To all of us. But especially to Seungmin.”

You blink, not expecting him to go there so directly.

“He’s scared,” Chan continues, gaze steady now. “Scared because what he feels for you is big. Bigger than anything he’s felt before. And Seungmin isn’t used to that. He’s not the type to say ‘I love you’ lightly. He’s the type to mean it so much, it paralyzes him.”

You exhale slowly, pressing your fingers to your temple. “I’m not asking him to be someone he’s not. I just—needed something. Anything. To know we’re not just… stuck.”

Bang Chan’s voice softens. “You’re not stuck. You’re building something. And I know it’s not easy when you speak different love languages. But trust me—he hears you. He sees you. And he loves you, even if he hasn’t said it yet.”

You don’t realize your eyes are watering until he pulls you into a quick, reassuring hug—the kind that feels like family.

“We all love you, by the way,” he murmurs. “Even if that guy is being his typical emotionally constipated self. And if he somehow messes this up…” He pulls back and grins. “We’re keeping you anyway.”

That makes you laugh, even through your tears. A small sound. A spark of something hopeful.

+1 Confession No. 6 - Seungmin

Seungmin had always thought love was supposed to be quiet. Comfortable. Easy. Something that slides into your life unnoticed and stays without needing much from you. He’d seen it in his parents, in a few of his friends, in books and movies where the feelings were loud, but the foundation was steady.

But then there was you.

And suddenly, love wasn’t quiet.

It was terrifying. A loud, messy thing that threatened to unravel all the careful walls he’d built for himself.

At first, he told himself it was fine—more than fine. You made him laugh like no one else. You were good to him. You were good for him. But then came the weight of it: the way you looked at him like he hung the stars, the way you said “I love you” like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And he couldn’t say it back.

Not because he didn’t feel it—but because he did. Too much. Too deeply. Too dangerously.

He couldn’t sleep tonight, even though his body ached from the day’s schedule. He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the sound of Felix’s soft snoring doing nothing to quiet the noise in his head.

You had cried in Felix’s kitchen. He heard it. He saw it. And when you ran past him, your shoulders curled in on yourself, he felt his entire world shatter a little more.

You weren’t drifting away from him. He was pushing you.

All because of fear.

Fear of what being with him would do to you—an idol’s life wasn’t designed for softness. For midnight phone calls, or spontaneous weekend trips, or even the comfort of privacy. Loving him meant carrying the weight of shadows, secrets, scrutiny. It meant living with uncertainty and restraint.

And yet, what scared him more than all that… Was the idea of losing you.

So he gets up. Puts on a hoodie. Slips out of the dorm into the quiet night air. His heart hammers against his ribs the entire cab ride to your apartment, his thoughts spiraling in every direction.

What if you’re asleep? What if it’s too late? What if you don’t want to see him?

But when the elevator dings and he finds himself outside your door, his fingers hesitate only a second before he knocks.

You open the door seconds later, wrapped in a loose sweater, your eyes wide with confusion and a soft thread of worry. “Seungmin?”

He doesn’t speak at first. He just steps inside, gently closing the door behind him. And when he turns to face you, his breath catches.

You look like safety.

And he’s never needed it more.

“I’m sorry,” he says first, voice hoarse. “I should’ve come sooner. I should’ve said it sooner.”

You blink at him, uncertain. “Said what?”

He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated with himself. “I’m not good with words. Which is stupid, because they’re literally my job. But when it comes to you, I never know how to say what I’m feeling without sounding like a complete idiot.”

Your lips part to respond, but he holds up a hand, trying to keep the dam from breaking too soon.

“I didn’t say it back that night,” he continues, stepping closer, “not because I didn’t mean it. But because I meant it too much. And I was scared. Scared that I’d ruin you. That being with me would make your life harder, lonelier, more complicated.”

Your breath hitches.

“But the truth is,” he whispers, voice cracking, “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And it kills me that I made you feel unwanted or unloved, when the truth is—I’ve been in love with you for a long time. I just didn’t know how to say it without breaking something.”

He laughs, but it’s shaky, and his eyes are glassy now. “Turns out I broke something anyway.”

Tears stream down your cheeks before you even realize it, and you reach for him without hesitation, curling your hands into the fabric of his hoodie. “You didn’t break anything,” you say softly. “I just needed to know I wasn’t loving you alone.”

He cradles your face in his hands like you’re the most delicate thing in the world, his own tears finally falling. “You’re not. Not even close.”

The kiss that follows is slow, aching, desperate. It’s the culmination of all the words he couldn’t say until now—the soft tremble of his lips on yours, the way his hands hold you like a promise. You melt into each other, your tears mixing, but neither of you pull away.

You just breathe, together.

Wrapped in the warmth of a love that took its time—but arrived all the same.

[littlelamy]

hi!! love ur work!!

dk if ur accepting requests rn, but was wondering if you could write smth about pop star!reader & drew (or just overall singer!reader). i saw someone talking about it and i cant get it off of my mind

a/n: thank you so much for sending a request!💗

it was another sold-out show. another city. another wave of excitement from thousands of fans packed into a venue, shouting your name and hanging onto every note that poured out of you. the adrenaline rush of performing live was unmatched, the kind of high that no drug could ever replicate. but after a month of touring nonstop, even the thrill of being on stage started to wear thin.

it wasn’t that you didn’t love it. you did—every bit of it. from the screaming fans to the electric energy in the air, it was everything you’d dreamed of when you first started in the music industry. but there was a part of you that felt off-balance, like you were running on empty. touring was exhausting, the never-ending cycle of cities, rehearsals, and interviews blurring together into one chaotic whirlwind.

and then there was him.

drew.

it had been a month since you’d last seen him in person. one long, torturous month of late-night facetime calls, texts that never seemed to come at the right time because of your conflicting schedules, and longing that seemed to grow worse with every passing day. while you were hopping from city to city, drew had been just as busy with his projects—filming, press events, photoshoots. you understood. you were both caught up in your careers, chasing dreams that had taken years of hard work to build. but understanding didn’t make it easier. you missed him. every part of him.

the smell of his cologne, the way his voice sounded when he whispered in your ear late at night, the feeling of his arms around you when the world felt too big. it was starting to wear you down, the ache of wanting him by your side and knowing that, for now, it wasn’t possible. every facetime call ended with a hollow sort of emptiness, as if the screen between you was a barrier you couldn't break through no matter how much you wanted to.

the show tonight had gone off without a hitch, but you couldn’t shake the weird feeling lingering at the back of your mind, like something was missing. the lights dimmed as the crowd roared, the final note hanging in the air. you threw your arms up, shouting your thanks into the microphone before jogging off stage, your heart still racing from the energy of the crowd. the crew backstage clapped and congratulated you, but your mind was elsewhere.

“great show tonight,” your tour manager said as you handed off your mic and took a long sip of water, your body still buzzing from the performance.

“thanks,” you replied absentmindedly, brushing a hand through your sweaty hair. all you could think about was your hotel room. a long, hot shower. maybe a glass of wine. and then another lonely night where you’d scroll through the hundreds of pictures of drew on your phone, wishing he was there.

you were so lost in thought that you didn’t notice him at first.

as you turned the corner into the quieter part of the backstage area, something caught your eye. a figure leaning casually against the wall, hands tucked into his pockets, a soft smile playing on his lips. your heart nearly stopped.

it was him.

drew.

you blinked, unsure if you were hallucinating from exhaustion, or maybe your mind was playing tricks on you. but no, there he was, standing there in a black hoodie and jeans, looking like he had just stepped out of one of your dreams.

“surprise,” he said with a smirk, his voice calm, but his eyes sparkling with mischief.

your body moved before your brain could catch up, your feet propelling you toward him at full speed. you practically launched yourself into his arms, your face burying in his chest as you held onto him tightly. “oh my god,” you mumbled, your voice muffled against his hoodie. “what are you doing here?”

his arms wrapped around you, strong and warm, just the way you remembered. “i missed you,” he said simply, his lips brushing against your hair as he spoke. “i couldn’t stay away any longer.”

you pulled back, just enough to look up at him, your eyes wide with disbelief. “you didn’t even tell me you were coming,” you whispered, your heart hammering in your chest.

he grinned, that playful smile that always made your stomach flip. “that’s kinda the point of a surprise, babe.”

you couldn’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling up from somewhere deep inside you, where all the stress and loneliness of the last month had been building. seeing him now, standing right in front of you, made everything else fade away. the exhaustion, the homesickness, the long nights spent staring at your phone—it all disappeared.

“i can’t believe you’re really here,” you said softly, your hands coming up to cup his face, your fingers tracing the familiar lines of his jaw, his cheekbones. you wanted to memorize every inch of him, just in case this was another one of those fleeting moments that would be over too soon.

“i wasn’t gonna miss the chance to see you perform,” he said, his voice low and full of affection. “you’re amazing out there.”

you felt a blush creep up your neck at his words. even after all this time, he still had that effect on you. “i’m better when you’re here,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “it’s not the same without you.”

drew’s eyes softened, and he leaned down to kiss you, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tender way that made your heart swell. the kiss was slow at first, gentle and unhurried, like he was savoring every second of it. you melted into him, your hands slipping up into his hair as you kissed him back, all the longing and frustration of the past month pouring into that one moment.

when you finally pulled back, breathless and a little dizzy, he rested his forehead against yours, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your lower back. “i’m not going anywhere,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “i’m here. for as long as you need me.”

you closed your eyes, letting his words sink in. the relief washed over you like a wave, the tension in your shoulders finally easing as you let yourself relax in his arms. “i need you,” you admitted softly. “i always need you.”

drew’s arms tightened around you, and he kissed you again, this time with more urgency, more need. the world around you seemed to blur as the kiss deepened, your bodies pressing closer together as if you couldn’t get enough of each other. his hands roamed over your back, slipping under the hem of your shirt, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

“God, i’ve missed this,” he murmured against your lips, his breath hot against your skin. “missed you.”

your fingers tangled in his hair as you kissed him harder, the sound of your breathing filling the empty hallway. you backed up against the wall without even realizing it, your back pressing against the cool surface as drew’s body pressed against yours. the intensity of the moment was overwhelming, the need to be close to him, to feel him, taking over every rational thought in your mind.

he kissed his way down your jaw, his lips trailing over your neck as your head fell back against the wall, a soft moan escaping your lips. “drew,” you whispered, your voice shaky with need.

“i know,” he murmured against your skin, his hands gripping your hips as he pressed his body against yours, his lips working their way back up to yours. “i know.”

the kiss turned desperate, almost frantic, like you were trying to make up for all the lost time in one single moment. his hands roamed over your body, pulling you closer, as if he was afraid you’d slip away if he didn’t hold on tight enough.

you pulled back just enough to catch your breath, your chest heaving as you looked up at him, your lips swollen from the intensity of the kiss. “i don’t know if i’m ever gonna let you leave again,” you admitted breathlessly, a soft laugh escaping your lips.

drew chuckled, his forehead resting against yours as he caught his own breath. “i wouldn’t mind that,” he said, his voice low and rough. “i’d stay right here with you forever if i could.”

you smiled up at him, your heart swelling with love and relief. “good,” you whispered, your fingers brushing against his cheek as you leaned in to kiss him again, this time slower, softer, like you had all the time in the world.

the kiss was sweet, full of promise and love, and for the first time in weeks, everything felt right again.

as the noise from the crew and backstage workers started to filter back into your awareness, you reluctantly pulled away, your lips still tingling from the kiss. “we should probably—”

drew grinned, his eyes sparkling as he cut you off with another quick kiss. “we’ve got time,” he murmured against your lips. “let’s not rush.”

you smiled, your heart swelling with happiness as you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close. for now, it didn’t matter that the tour was still going, that you had more cities to visit, more shows to perform. all that mattered was that he was here, with you.

and you weren’t letting him go anytime soon.

the next couple of hours passed in a blur. after the initial surprise wore off, you and drew managed to steal away into one of the more private areas backstage, where you could just be together without any interruptions. sitting side by your side on a worn-out couch, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, you finally felt a calm wash over you that you hadn’t felt in weeks. it was like everything settled back into place just by having him near you.

“so,” drew said after a while, his fingers absentmindedly playing with a strand of your hair, “how many more shows do you have left?”

“three,” you replied, tilting your head to look up at him. “just three more, and then i’m back home.”

“home, huh?” he teased, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “you mean where i’ll be waiting for you with takeout and a bottle of wine?”

you laughed softly, nodding. “exactly that. except maybe i’ll be the one bringing the wine.”

he chuckled, his thumb gently tracing circles on your shoulder. “deal. can’t wait. but for now, i’m all yours for the rest of tonight.”

you leaned your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “i still can’t believe you’re here,” you murmured, your voice soft with contentment. “you really surprised me.”

“i wanted to,” he said quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “i knew how hard this month’s been for both of us. couldn’t stand being away from you any longer.”

your heart swelled at his words. there was something so comforting about having him close again, the kind of comfort that only came with someone who knew you inside and out. even with busy lives, drew always made sure you felt like the most important thing in his world.

“i love you,” you whispered, the words spilling out before you even realized it. it wasn’t the first time you’d said it, but every time felt just as meaningful, just as true.

drew’s arms tightened around you, his lips brushing against your forehead. “i love you too,” he whispered back, his voice full of emotion. “always.”

for a while, the two of you just sat there in peaceful silence, holding onto each other like the rest of the world didn’t exist. it was a rare, precious moment where time seemed to slow down, and you could just be. no pressures, no responsibilities—just you and drew, wrapped up in each other.

eventually, though, reality crept back in.

“you’ve got an early call tomorrow,” you reminded him reluctantly, your voice tinged with disappointment. “and i have to be at soundcheck.”

“i know,” he sighed, pulling back just enough to look down at you. “but i’ll be here, alright? for the rest of the tour.”

you blinked in surprise. “wait, you’re staying?”

“yeah,” drew said, his smile widening as he nodded. “i cleared my schedule. i’m not letting you finish this tour alone.”

a wave of relief and happiness washed over you, and you couldn’t help the huge smile spreading across your face. “drew, are you serious?”

“dead serious.” he grinned, leaning in to kiss you again, his lips soft and warm against yours. “we’re doing this together.”

tears of happiness welled up in your eyes, but you quickly blinked them away, overwhelmed by how much love you felt for him in that moment. “i can’t believe you’d do that for me.”

“i’d do anything for you,” he said softly, brushing a stray tear from your cheek. “you know that.”

you kissed him again, slow and sweet, savoring the feel of his lips against yours. the exhaustion from the tour, the long nights apart, the stress—it all melted away, leaving only the warmth of his presence, the comfort of knowing you weren’t alone anymore.

as you pulled back, you rested your forehead against his, your eyes closed as you breathed him in. “i don’t know what i did to deserve you.”

drew chuckled, his fingers gently tracing your jawline. “i’m the lucky one,” he murmured. “believe me.”

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[accio-victuuri]

assorted fake stories ❤️💛💚

the title explains what these are, fake/fanfiction stories between them. it’s been awhile since i made something like this and i’m happy that i can share one now. none of these are real. don’t ask me to explain further or provide details — it is what it is. don’t break your brain trying to setup a timeline of when this or this happened cause a lot of these are already mentioned. also feel free to interpret it however you want. ✨

i may put a bit of commentary on some of these but the rest is pretty much understandable. the way these are written, seems to be by different OPs and somehow like contributions they are sharing.

#001

The behind-the-scenes footage was shown, but there was a video that was not. The two people were surprised when they were stabbed. B went to check the wound, but accidentally walked too fast. He was originally trying to check the wound, but he lost his balance and fell on Z, kissing Z. It was so funny and love. Believe it or not, the two people were red, red! Those who have the video have seen it.

There is also a segment of counting stars on the rooftop that has not been played (to be supplemented by me). There is audio, but no video. The audio is very sweet. They spent the Lantern Festival in 2021 together, and did not miss any important festivals.

B and Z both talked privately about how B had lost his temper in the backstage of SDC and at work. The fans behind the SDC show were really fierce, and he was really angry. He complained more than once that he was speechless. He actually gave tickets to CPZJIE before he met her.

Another time was in TTXs backstage. Help me, this is a true story. A fan shouted to B in the backstage, "Brother, I love you. Be nice to Brother Z." Oh my god, the whole backstage was silent, the atmosphere was so depressing, B's face turned black quickly, the staff quickly took the girl away, everyone was so embarrassed, the people around B said that they were helpless, some fans were too crazy, they really didn't know the occasion, and they always didn't know what was going on.

When we were singing our song in 2019, there were many illegitimate fans and CPF on Z's flight. CPF asked Z to pass on a letter to B. Z received it and the fans went crazy (covering his face). I was not a fan at that time. My friend told me about it. Then CPF blocked the illegitimate fans and shouted "Z, go away" because there were too many people blocking him and it was very dangerous. Later, Z told a stylist, CPF, I thank them (only rational fans).

I don't know if it's for Valentine's Day this year. In previous years, we were together on Valentine's Day and it was more of a ritual. Z is a person with a strong sense of ritual. B learned to be romantic and ritualistic. Last year on February 14, Z flew over to accompany his boyfriend for two days. Last year, B celebrated Z's birthday in advance and sent him a multi-layered cake on his birthday. It was so exaggerated when I saw the scene. It was not the big one from the crew. He sent a little prince cake.

It was B's birthday, and Z flew over to the crew to accompany him. B's assistant picked him up.

* B is Bobo and Z is ZhanZhan. ohhhh. I particularly like this one because of the part that showed how they appreciate the rational fans. That there is a time and space for everything. I don’t fault Bobo for being mad or maybe taken a back when the person shouted something related to ZZ when he was in his place of work. same thing with ZZ. there must be boundaries.

#002

B likes to send flowers, but he is sometimes busy, so he either orders them to be sent by others, or asks the two men around him. The two men ( Yanyan and Lele ) are also straight men, and their faces will turn red if they hold flowers every day, so the task is left to the female GZRY. YanYan is permanent, but female assistants are transient

So when Lele, who was next to B, had his birthday, Z also went after filming and then rushed back to the crew.

Many people say that B is possessive, but I think Z's possessiveness is hidden. He really has big and small accounts ( on weibo ) . I've seen them all. B's account always records his love diary. Z, who is a very ordinary person, also has his account. All of B's girlfriends ( fans ) follow him. Big pepper (XZ) , no matter big or small, he follows them all. He also sees what people are talking about and how they analyze it. When the behind-the-scenes footage was released, people were so excited that he was so scared that he unfollowed them. I was so amused because the next day I saw that those big bloggers were no longer on his follow list. Sometimes they don’t know anything, but most of the time they are inexplicable. I don’t know if they are really inexplicable or just pretending to be inexplicable.

Z can write new TikTok songs for him, and learn different ways to make a heart shape. What kind of lover’s hobby is this? I don’t know if B really likes to tease Z regardless of the occasion. He is so rude. Z calls him a rude, which makes me laugh. If Z is shy when they meet, he will kick B. If he wins too much in games, he will get angry and complain about him to others. When he has teased enough, he will let him win. This is quite straight male style.

Most of the time they are sweet and loving, they won't let us know when they quarrel. When B is in a bad mood, he will show it on his face. If you pay more attention to him when recording TTXS, you will know it. And every time he gets angry, I think it has something to do with Z. Just think I am in love. But he will handle work and private emotions maturely. He will focus on work. At most, they will argue, for example, they will choose some controversial topics, such as sweet or salty rice dumplings? With cheese or without cheese, weird.

They spent the New Year together, with their parents, went to eat seafood together, and then made hot pot at home. How could I know how to make hot pot? Because the hot pot Z bought was called cheese hot pot.

#003

There is also a very funny quarrel, it is said that when two people quarrel, the loser is always B, if he bravely runs away from home, then the farthest distance B can go is at the door of his home, and finally he will wait for Z to open the door. It's true, sometimes the face of the B is too bad, and it can often be solved with just one phone call.

B really listens to Z. He told Z not to get into trouble again, to protect himself, to be good, not to have wild thoughts, and not to wrong himself. So he always buys the best and sweetest things for Z because he is afraid that Z will wrong himself. Now Z is more and more able to protect himself when he goes out. B must be very relieved.

Z is really weird, he likes to watch horror stories, he is also very childish, he likes the fairy tale movies we watched when we were young, like Ponyo and Sosuke, then he pops up to chat with B, I guess they are the only ones who understand each other.

#004

There was so much fake information that fans were so confused that they had no idea what they were talking about. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you have fun eating melons.

The crew was together. On B's birthday, they received a radio on the rooftop. Z said that he would be B's sun, warm everyone and warm the little stars (it was said that they held hands, but they didn't see it). They only heard singing, which was about holding hands and walking forward one step, two steps, three steps, four steps.

In 2019, they returned to Chongqing and traveled to Japan together (to make up for the regret?). This is a rumor. In 2020, they went home together for the Chinese New Year, but stayed for a long time due to the epidemic. Z loves to cook for B.

I can't help it, love is like this, I will like him wherever he stands, he is a good guy, he is good at saying sweet words, it seems that B takes care of all the housework, he also likes to do housework, he said in an interview, his cooking will also be disliked by Z at home, Z is from Chongqing, he will try to cook light and reduce the spiciness.

We went to DYZY together and walked together. When I attended Chanel, I introduced Mr. Zhou and brought Z with me.

I don’t know about the engagement, I haven’t heard of it, but my sister asked about it, and B said there’s no rush. Eat melons, eat melons, I think they are very ambitious in their careers, marriage and engagement are groundless.

#005

B treasures his green microphone so much that he cannot touch it even in the backstage. It was given to him by Z.

There is a very ugly scarf Z knitted for B.

At TTXS lot of interesting things happened. In the backstage, H and DL were chatting together. They mentioned that ZZ was praised for her great acting and B was so good. He listened silently without saying anything. Then, I don’t know why the words got to him. He said, yes, I watched it. It was very well acted. Help me, why didn’t I watch it? When The Wolf was released, he chased the staff around him and asked them to watch it. He would also check and ask what they saw. One sister was really busy and didn’t chase so fast. It was so funny. She directly asked, did you see the kissing scene? B stopped talking. You little guy, you are still being controlled.

The necklace that I refuse to take off was given to me by Z. Bones are a token of love, let me put the timeline, it's so messy, I'll write whatever I think of now.

When I was crazy, I heard that there were masks (I was just watching the show), that is, after 227, B and Z were together, but they had to separate for work, B was very worried and kept pulling Z by the car, anyway, the two of them were close to each other, there were masks at the time, everyone was passing it around, guessing it was a mask kiss.

B really can coax Z to sleep, weird, right? How do I know? Because he would recite the lines in the car, Call Z, recite the lines in a low noise, and finally hang up and say he fell asleep...Z has been having trouble sleeping, and B tries every way to coax him. But when he was filming, there was a rumor about him XD, he took sleeping pills to sleep. B took every step by himself, and he would keep it to himself when he was wronged. But now he will tell Z everything. If he doesn't tell Z, he will be scolded. Compared to Z, he is the big boss.

#006

(After so many years, everyone who has talked to me knows that my memory is really bad, so if there are any deviations in time and events, please don’t be too serious~~)

I was very happy during the recording in April 21. There was a reason why I was so happy that I jumped on F. I was very unhappy before this, but I laughed this time. If fans waved and said hello to him in a friendly way, he would also smile and say hello back. Actually, there is a reason for being unhappy. You can’t even see him making a phone call backstage. That day, he called someone and said he missed you. He said he missed you with a bit of grievance, and then he was like eating candy during the recording.

The joke about washing machines is that B is the spokesperson, but he didn’t get the product right away. He sent it to his gege first and used it. He was photographed using it and it was hilarious. The same goes for clothes and shoes. He was the recipient, but Z always helped him receive the goods right away. When multiple brands come, you will know that Z has helped B draw countless paintings, and the sideline is similar. You know, if you don’t bet, you will have shares. There are also some ridiculous sidelines that have nothing to do with their current skills. It’s so funny. I heard that there are both in Chongqing and Chengdu. There are peripherals and clothes (already had them a long time ago). B had a celebration party (March 21) and drank very happily (he can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk). After drinking, he sang in KTV. The one he sang was a boy, and he was out of tune. Boys love love songs. He likes to hum songs in private, just like he is doing street dance. He has a special song called (Slowly Falling in Love with You) which he recorded for his lover in TTXS on Z’s birthday. It is special. For this reason, he secretly practiced humming songs before recording.

It's so funny. Didn't the fake material say the song "Occupy Shoulders" before? I don't need to say this, right? They just sang the backing vocals. At that time, everyone said what he was doing with the recording studio?

Rules of my World is also for lovers, to coax people, and for his only boy. The cover is also blatant (here the old fans said, I know it all, do you need to tell me?Okay, it's not necessary to make up some non-existent candies, such big ones, why not write them in)

Z always carries snacks with him. B doesn't like them, but he can't live without them. That's why he buys Z any food he sees, and he always talks to him, guessing whether he will like it, and then he becomes silent and plays with his phone, and I don't know who he is talking to. But in the end, it was basically true.

* the song is by Karen Mok called Growing Fond of You or as directly translated something like Slowly Falling in love with you.

#007

When the Nanjian ended ( CQL fanmeet ) , the two did not separate. They dated together for a night. Many WFs saw it at that time. I heard that some cried and quit being fans and shut up. I think many of them said that WFs would not cry even if they saw them crying. They did not personally cancel that.

A few fans talked about why the two of them were so persistent in visiting the set even though they were busy. It was because B wanted to give Z a sense of security. Of course, B was very attached to Z. In the past, Z did not allow him to meet so frequently, so he would sneak attack from behind and scare Z. No matter how busy he was, he would still find time to meet. Driving for two or three hours was nothing. It was very tiring. He was not tired at all. In order to meet, they tried countless ways, using a stand-in, or hiding in the back of the car. Commonly known as the strategy of luring the tiger away from the mountain. You don’t understand, after being apart for a long time, the child needs to recharge and replenish energy, whether it’s a power bank or Snickers. I used to preach to him, but I felt bad, but I enjoyed it very much. LOL

He would act like a spoiled child and ask what are you doing here~ Straight guy B just speaks straight to the point

Expression: Because I miss you.

So, B accompanied Z to the first show ( ADLAD ) in Wuhan. Z was very nervous, and B said that he had to be by his side at important moments.

After 227, I felt that Z became more clingy. We just happened to be fans in 2020, and we met too often. It was really like a long time since we last saw each other. It was 2020. During that period, I was really worried about him. I couldn't leave him. Later, when Z returned to work, I would often meet him despite all difficulties. For example, for Street Dance, I rented a small house to accompany him, and often cooked delicious food for him. As for the crew of BAH, in fact, Z also went there for a long time. Baili was busy on both sides, so it was not so frequent.

As for OOL before 227, I don't know how he got so angry and made trouble on the set. But I only know that he often went to that set. I heard that he was always a little depressed and unhappy at work. But he was so cold to everyone, just not as lively as before.

* i love them so much and it’s so cuteee how they visit each other on set 🥹🥹🥹🥹 and to those who don’t know WF means Weifen or solo fans. and OOL filming is mentioned again hahahahahaha! i personally don’t believe that WYB made “trouble” there tho. I take it as him being there, knowing how popular they both are at the time is trouble enough.

#008

Z has secretly posted something about B on his Moments. Unexpected, right?

If they meet to make fun of someone, Z likes to pinch B's face (everyone knows this, right?). Many people see him and die of laughter. Every time he visits the set, he must do one thing, rub his face. Many people around me have become accustomed to it.

In private, Z likes to act like a spoiled child, and BZ spoils his girlfriend like a boyfriend. Meaning, anyone who has watched BBKP knows that Z is still weak when he should be weak, because B is really an extremely chauvinistic man. Z would wear hot pants and sit on B in front of staff. If a woman likes B and is known by the big pepper 🌶️, he would do such a thing. Don't be surprised, he does it more.

It doesn’t matter. There are even more exaggerated ones. If I say it, I will be beaten. I am either the first wife or the third wife. The second room is really not good. I can’t do that, hahaha, but you can do it however you want.

B is not shy or bashful in private, he is carefree and not so refined? I don’t know if this description is accurate, isn’t it the love of a straight man, if you love him you buy him things? So his money is given to Z, and he reports everything, big or small, to him, it’s not an exaggeration at all, really not at all, but Z is not actually a frugal person, hahahaha he likes to buy things, he buys bags, small bags, he likes small bags, he buys Lego, watches, clothes for B, usually couple clothes, B always finds reasons to wear them together, he just wants to show off.

Many women like B but they all get rejected by him in a domineering manner. Z will have it too. It’s not surprising. They eat so many melons. What can’t they do in the circle? But they are really clean. In the turbulent entertainment circle, they stand firm and support each other without being polluted. So many people are optimistic about them. I think it’s their character and love.

Actually, they don’t call each other husband, wife, or baby in public, but they do so in private. B likes to act like a spoiled child and listen to Z, but he is a very mature and stable person. He knows the ways of the world.

#009

He also has to take sides. He can handle relationships very well. He is very comfortable and calm, clear-headed, and never listens to the company's white cloth. When he first became famous, the company asked him to pair up with the company's girls. Yes, definitely not. Some people listen to the company because they can cooperate and win-win. He will never let it violate the bottom line. Z is entrusted to him, so what are you afraid of? He has the right to speak and make decisions in the company, but it is far from enough to protect Z. (I will really cry) So when my brother got into trouble, he worked desperately. (I will talk about the timeline later, write it tomorrow, write it together with other melons, and focus on this aspect.) He worked very hard in 2020. I think he is really anxious. No one can be more anxious than him. But he has done it now, they have become so strong, it was so hard for them in the past years, but B really did protect Z well.

His parents took on a lot, and he was just a walking tool to show off his affection. When they go shopping by themselves, they will say they are shopping with their mother. They bought a dog but they don’t have time to take care of it, so they let their mother take care of it. Their mother walked the dog for them in Beijing and later returned to Chongqing. In fact, it was Z who sent soup to B from afar (he really would send soup). He dotes on B too much (his foot was injured during SDC). He sent it to SDC and to the company. Moreover, the soup he made was very bland. Eating too much salt would cause swelling. If you don’t believe me, go check it yourself. B calls it a sweet complaint. Then they advertised to the public that his mother sent them soup and braised beef in soy sauce. His mother loved them very much and approved of them. Although she disagreed at first, she was finally convinced. She would send them gifts on holidays.

In the past, Z was very busy, so B would go to see his mother on his behalf. At the beginning, I heard that they were more accepting. His mother understood and did not bend over backwards for love. Believe it or not, B strongly opposed it, and B's father especially disagreed. In the end, I heard that they had a falling out, but clever B persuaded his father by persuading his grandmother and mother. In the end, his father also helped Z on GS. He heard that B was the first to come out, that is, after the weak connection, he rashly confessed to give Z a sense of security. But it is also like this. I think they are becoming more and more determined. Parents all hope that their children are healthy and happy. Seeing such madness, I guess they can't object too much. In 2021 years, they specially invited their parents to their home in Beijing to celebrate the New Year together.

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[loverangels]

i saw you were asking for requests sooo !band luke castellan? like he’s all shy about it because he’s got a concert or something

could be fluff/smut whatever you want

pairings: band!luke castellan x fem!reader

a/n:made him a bit cocky and smug in the beginning because we all know that's how it is 🤭 hope you enjoy this love!

Backstage was buzzing with energy. Crew members were rushing around, adjusting lights and sound equipment, while the rest of the band were either warming up or pacing nervously. Luke Castellan, however, was doing neither. He was lounging against a wall, guitar in hand, his usual smug smirk plastered across his face.

When he saw you walk backstage, his grin widened, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyes—something you’d learned to read as nervousness. You couldn’t help but smile as you approached him, knowing exactly what was going on in that cocky little head of his.

“Can’t believe I’m getting VIP treatment,” you teased, crossing your arms as you leaned in the doorway. “I guess I should be honored.”

He tilted his head, raising an eyebrow as he pushed himself off the wall, all swagger and confidence. “Oh, I know you’re honored. Who wouldn’t be when they get to see me perform live?” His voice was smooth, the usual cocky edge in place.

You crossed your arms and gave him a knowing smile. “Yeah, sure, if you don’t pass out from stage fright first.”

Luke’s smirk faltered, just for a moment, but it was enough for you to catch it. His eyes darted away briefly, and he ran a hand through his hair, suddenly looking uncharacteristically uncomfortable.

“Please,” he said with a forced chuckle, trying to brush it off. “I’m fine. Just getting in the zone.”

You weren’t fooled. “You’re nervous.”

“I am not nervous,” he snapped a little too quickly, flashing you that same smug grin, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m just... making sure everything’s perfect.”

You stepped closer to him, your eyes softening. “It’s okay to be nervous, you know. You’re about to perform in front of hundreds of people, it’s normal."

Luke shifted his weight from one foot to the other, still trying to act like he had everything under control. “Not a big deal. I’m used to big crowds.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You sure? You’re shaking.”

He sighed dramatically, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay, fine. Maybe I’m a little...” He shot you a glance, his blue eyes widening just slightly. “Okay, a lot nervous."

You grinned, stepping closer. “You? Nervous?” You laughed softly, “What happened to the cocky, charming Luke I know and love?”

Luke snorted, but his cheeks were turning pink now. He gave you a sheepish look. “Yeah, well, you are here. I want to impress you, alright? I’ve never had someone like you in the crowd before. Makes the stakes a little higher.”

Your heart melted. You couldn’t help but step in, cupping his face gently. “You don’t have to impress me. You already do, every day.”

Luke’s expression softened at that, his usual smirk turning into a more genuine smile, though still a little shy. “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

You leaned in, brushing your lips against his in a quick, tender kiss, before pulling back just enough to smile at him. “Now, go out there and do what you do best. I’ll be right in the front, cheering you on.”

He hesitated for a moment, then cupped the back of your neck and kissed you again—this time slower, like he was trying to anchor himself to you before he stepped out onto that stage. When he pulled back, he ran a hand through his hair again, trying to look like his usual confident self, but you could see the nerves still lingering in his eyes.

“Alright,” he muttered, trying to sound casual. “I guess I’ve got a show to crush.”

You grinned, giving him a playful shove toward the stage. “Go make them all fall in love with you, Luke. You’ve got this.”

When Luke stepped onto the stage, the crowd roared, the noise like a wave crashing against the shore. He froze for half a second, his smirk faltering as he looked out at the sea of faces. Hundreds of people, their eyes all on him.

But then, his gaze swept through the crowd—and locked on you. The nervous energy melted away from his shoulders as he caught sight of you, standing front and center.

A soft, knowing smile spread across his face, the usual cocky edge returning in full force. He tilted his head and winked, his fingers strumming the first chord of the song like nothing had ever phased him.

“Good evening, everyone!” he called into the mic, his voice oozing with confidence once again. “Let’s make tonight unforgettable.”

As the band launched into the first song, Luke found his rhythm, the nervous tension that had held him back backstage gone. But every time he sang a line or played a riff, his eyes flickered back to you—just long enough to reassure himself that you were still there.

It was almost like you were his anchor, the one thing he could count on when everything else felt overwhelming. Each time you locked eyes, his smirk softened into something more tender, and the cocky, rockstar Luke you knew so well became just... Luke, the guy who was crazy about you.

When the concert was finally over, Luke couldn’t get to you fast enough. He was sweaty and exhilarated, but the first thing he did when he saw you was wrap his arms around you, kissing you deeply, his lips warm and urgent as if he hadn’t seen you in years.

“God, you’re perfect,” he muttered against your lips, his hands gripping you tightly. “I did it... I really did it.”

“Of course you did,” you teased, resting your forehead against his. “You’re Luke Castellan. You’re kind of amazing.”

He chuckled, pulling back to look at you. “I was nervous as hell out there, you know.”

“Yeah,” you said with a smirk, “I could tell.”

Luke rolled his eyes, but there was a genuine, goofy grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I’m just glad you’re here. It made it easier.”

You smiled softly, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “You didn’t need to impress me, Luke. You’re already perfect to me.”

He leaned down to kiss you again, his lips slow and tender, and for that moment, all his nerves were gone. All that was left was him and you.

[bubblyi3]

Eventually, Summer FINALE | MYG

"he left like the season. soft, warm, and fleeting. but seasons come back and so will he. she was his always."

pairing: yoongi x female reader

genre: coming of age, grumpy x sunshine trope

word count: 3.8k

content warning: fluff, angst

summary: you’re the town's ray of sunshine. always smiling, always talking, always trying to make people feel at home in your little seaside café. min yoongi? not so much. when a local community project forces you both to co-run a weekly open mic night at the café. yoongi starts to open up. slowly. grudgingly. beneath his cold, quiet exterior is a guy with big dreams, old scars, and a love for music he hasn’t touched in years. and behind your sunshine smile is someone who’s just as scared of being left behind.

author's note: …. and the series is complete ~ hope you enjoyed it as much as i did writing it <3

© disclaimer: please do not copy, translate or reproduce any part of this work without my permission. thank you!

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 || PART 6

The weight of your phone in your hand felt heavier than it ever had before. You hadn’t spoken to Yoongi for months. Really spoken to him, more than a quick message, a vague “I’m good. How are you?”

With every passing day, the distance had grown, stretching until it felt like you were no longer tethered to each other. You still loved him. That never stopped. But it was hard to hold on when he was halfway across the world, with a hundred distractions between you.

The rain had started, soft against the window. Outside, Daegu looked tired, like it had been awake too long. The same way you felt. Like you were waiting for something, anything to make it all make sense.

Your phone buzzed, and you couldn’t help but check. It was from Yoongi.

“Are you okay?”

It wasn’t much, but the fact that he cared enough to ask meant something.

You rubbed your eyes and typed back.

“Yeah. Just tired. Been a while, huh?”

The response came almost instantly.

“I know. I miss you.”

You blinked at the message, your heart hammering.

Miss you?. It had been months. His voice, his touch, summer. They felt like a lifetime ago. Yet somehow, in this message, it all felt just as raw as the first time. You stared at the screen.

“I miss you too. But it’s been too long, Yoongi. I’m trying. Really. I just— I need to know where we stand.”

The dots appeared on the screen, then stopped. It felt like he was typing for ages before a reply finally came.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve done more. I was so caught up in everything. I didn’t think I’d hurt you.”

Your breath caught.

His next message came almost in an apologetic rush.

“It’s hard. It’s always been hard. But I never meant for you to feel like this.”

You set the phone down, your head against the cool glass of the window.

It was true. It had always been hard. But there was something different now, something that felt like too much space,. Too many years. He wasn’t the boy you first met in the chaos of your hometown. He wasn’t the same person anymore. Neither were you.

Three years later:

Yoongi looked at the stage in front of him, the stadium lights blinding, the crowd roaring, but his mind wasn’t on the performance. It had been years since the first world tour, and everything had changed. The adrenaline, the fans, the screaming. It was a life he had always dreamed of. But the longer he lived it, the more he found himself aching for something quieter. Something real.

It wasn’t just the time zones, the exhausting rehearsals, the endless days on the road. It was something bigger. Something quieter, deeper. The guilt had become an unwelcome companion that followed him everywhere, reminding him that while the world cheered his name. You were somewhere, waiting for him to figure out if he was ever coming back.

His manager had just finished with a briefing. Taehyung and Jimin were laughing in the background, playing with their phones, when Yoongi slipped out of the room. The quiet backstage area was his only escape.

He couldn’t help but open your message again. The last message you sent him three years ago. The message he never responded to.

“Where do we stand?”

He wanted to type something back, something that made sense, something that promised he’d be different. But nothing felt right. His hands shook with the weight of the words he couldn’t find. Who knows, you probably changed your number.

The last year had been a whirlwind. He had always known his career would take him away from people, but he never expected that it would pull him so far away from you. The ache in his chest was a constant, and every time he tried to ignore it, it grew louder.

The manager poked his head around the corner. “Yoongi, we’re about to go on stage.”

Yoongi nodded. His gaze lingered on your message once more before he locked his phone, slipping it into his pocket. The last thing he wanted was to go on stage tonight with the weight of everything unsaid hanging over him.

But that was the reality now. The tour had become his escape. The music was his outlet. But you were still the reason he couldn’t fully let go.

Your POV:

You had been following the updates on their final tour stop, BTS’s last concert together, at least for now. Yoongi’s tour, the one that had stretched across continents and years. The one that marked a turning point. For him. For them. For ARMY. It was bittersweet. You were proud of him, of all of them. But the ache of distance, the silence between you, still lingered.

Your eyes flicked back to your phone. His name remained pinned at the top, untouched. It had been years since you last spoke. In that time, you tried to move on. Went on a few dates. Helped Hana with her baby shower. Emptied your savings and bought your own place. You had left Daegu behind, made a home for yourself in Seoul, the city that never slept. You brought everything with you. Even his necklace.

Despite all the words he once said, all the promises he made, Yoongi never reached back. The stage had always come first. And maybe it always would.

Yoongi's POV:

Yoongi sat at the edge of the hotel bed, fingers absentmindedly tapping against his phone. The tour was over. Just like that. Months of movement, of cities blurring into one another, had come to a quiet halt. They were back in Seoul now—back to a regular schedule packed with interviews, rehearsals, and media appearances. Life went on, as it always did. But something felt... unfinished.

He stared at your name still saved in his phone, untouched after all this time. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t deleted it. Maybe some part of him hoped one day he’d gather the courage to reach out. Maybe today was that day.

“Hey. I don’t know if this still reaches you, but… I’ve been thinking about you.”

He hit send.

The message didn’t go through.

Yoongi frowned. Signal was fine. He tried again.

Still nothing.

A pit settled in his stomach. Maybe you had changed your number. Or maybe… you had blocked him.

He leaned back against the headboard, the ceiling suddenly more interesting than anything else. Years had passed. You had waited, once. Long enough for him to figure things out, to come back with answers. He never did.

The music always came first. And he told himself you understood that. But maybe that was just something he needed to believe to sleep at night.

Still, he wasn’t ready to let it end like this. Not without trying.

He opened a browser and typed your name into the search bar. No expectations, just instinct. He hadn’t done this in months.

Then something appeared.

A social profile. Simple. Familiar. The Seoul skyline in the background.

You were here.

Yoongi’s breath caught. You were living in Seoul now.

He hesitated, finger hovering over the screen. He didn’t dare follow. Didn’t like or comment. But he stayed on the page for a long moment, taking in the quiet proof that you were still out there. That the distance wasn’t so impossible after all.

And for the first time in a long time, Yoongi wondered if maybe the story wasn’t over.

Not yet.

Your POV:

You weren’t expecting anything unusual that night. Just another evening, curled up on the couch in your Seoul apartment—your place now, your life. The city buzzed quietly outside your window, a soundtrack you were finally growing used to.

You scrolled through your phone absentmindedly, half-watching a drama, half-reading old messages. The ones you never deleted. His name was still there, buried deep in your contacts, in your memories.

You’d heard about the end of the tour, of course. The news had been everywhere. Fans flooded social media with clips, edits, confessions of how much his words meant to them. And you… you were proud too. Silently. Softly. From afar.

You tapped into your notifications and paused.

"Message request." From a strange backup account. No profile picture. No name.

Your heart picked up, a flicker of suspicion blooming in your chest. You opened it slowly.

“Hey. I don’t know if this still reaches you, but… I’ve been thinking about you.”

You stared at the message.

No photo. No name. But somehow… you knew. Maybe it was the way it was worded. Or maybe you just knew his voice too well, even in text.

Your stomach twisted.

You hadn’t blocked him, not really. You just changed numbers when you moved—quietly, decisively. You didn’t expect him to notice. You didn’t expect him to care.

You backed out of the message, heart pounding.

Then you noticed it. A new viewer on your recent story. Someone who didn’t follow you. No profile photo. But the username was familiar, just barely. A variation of something he used once.

You bit your lip.

He looked you up.

After all this time.

You stood up, walked to the drawer where you kept things you shouldn’t. Pulled it open. There it was—his necklace. The one you told yourself you should’ve let go of, but never did.

So much had changed.

But tonight, for the first time in years, the space between you didn’t feel so far. You stared at the message again, thumb hovering over the screen. You could pretend you didn’t see it. You could leave it in that strange, quiet place. Just another ghost in your inbox.

But your fingers moved before your doubt could catch up.

You: “I changed my number when I moved. I didn’t think you’d notice.”

Three dots appeared almost immediately.

Yoongi: “I noticed. I’ve been thinking about reaching out for a while.”

You hesitated, eyes tracing the skyline outside your window, the same one you used in your header photo. The same city you now shared again.

You: “So why now?”

There was a pause.

Then:

Yoongi: “Because I never stopped thinking about you. And now that I’m finally here—really here—I didn’t want to miss the chance to say that.”

You hadn’t planned on going out that night.

But Hana insisted. “Come on, you need air. Hot chocolate cures everything,” she said, already texting you the address to a café in Mapo she’d been obsessed with lately.

So you went. Out of habit. Out of politeness. Out of some ache you couldn’t name.

The café was small, warm, tucked behind quiet streets and lined with old records on the walls. You slipped inside, the bell above the door chiming softly.

That’s when you saw him.

Yoongi.

Hood up. Standing near the corner, waiting for his drink. The same stance. The same stillness. You froze.

Hana turned to say something but stopped short when she saw your face. “You good?”

You didn’t answer. Just stared.

It felt like your stomach dropped into your shoes. The message you’d gotten the night before—the one from the account with no photo, no name—it had been him. You’d known, deep down.

And now he was right there.

He looked up.

And saw you.

Everything in his expression stilled, then cracked open. His lips parted slightly, eyes wide beneath the shadow of his hoodie. A thousand unspoken words passed between you in that moment.

Your fingers brushed your neck instinctively, the weight of the necklace he’d once given you resting between your fingers. His necklace. You wore it every day, even now.

You hadn’t meant to hold onto it for so long. But somehow, it had never felt right to let go.

And there he was, standing in front of you, the memory of that necklace heavy between you both.

“Can we… talk?” he asked softly, voice low, almost unsure.

You nodded, too overwhelmed by the sudden surge of emotions to speak.

He led the way, pushing open the door to the cold night air. The noise of the café faded behind you as the world outside felt quiet, the city around you almost still. It was just the two of you, the cold street, and the space between you both.

You both walked a few paces down the street before he stopped, turning to face you. His breath hung in the air, visible in the cold night. The streetlights cast a soft glow on his face, his eyes shadowed, but there was a vulnerability there you hadn’t seen in years.

The silence stretched out between you both, the weight of everything you’d both been through lingering in the air. But it was different now. The distance between you wasn’t just about the space between your hearts. It was about the space Yoongi had created for himself, and the life he had built around the very thing that had pulled him away from you: his music.

But now, standing here, away from the crowd, away from the noise, Yoongi wasn’t just the artist. He wasn’t just the person who had chosen his dream over everything else. Tonight, he was someone who was ready to choose something else too.

"I've been running from this for so long," he said softly, his voice breaking the stillness between you. "I thought I could keep it all separate, that I could keep my dreams and my reality in different boxes. But I was wrong."

His gaze didn’t waver from yours. There was no hesitation now. No fear.

"I spent so long afraid of choosing," Yoongi continued, his voice stronger now, as if each word was stripping away a layer of the person he used to be. "Afraid of losing myself to the music, and afraid of losing you. But the truth is, I don’t have to choose. Not really."

Your heart thumped harder in your chest, but this time, it wasn’t out of uncertainty. It was out of hope. You looked at him, watching as he took a step closer.

“I can choose you,” he said, his voice steady, “and I can choose music. I can choose both. And I’m not afraid anymore.”

It felt like the air shifted around you, like the heaviness of the past few years was finally starting to lift. You could see it in his eyes, the weight of everything he had carried, all the decisions he had made without really knowing if they were the right ones. But now, it was like he was finally seeing the path ahead clearly.

"I know I’ve hurt you," Yoongi added quietly, his voice softer now, "and I know I’ve let you down. But I need you to understand—I never stopped wanting you. I never stopped loving you. I just didn’t know how to balance it all."

You swallowed hard, feeling the rawness of his words sink into your chest. You could hear the truth in his voice, the pain of the years, the mistakes, but there was also something else: a quiet strength. A determination. He had chosen, and he wasn’t running away anymore.

“You’re not perfect, Yoongi,” you whispered, the words escaping before you could stop them, “but neither am I. And maybe that’s okay. Maybe it’s enough to just be real. To stop pretending like everything’s fine when it’s not.”

Yoongi nodded, his expression full of understanding. “I know. I’ve spent so much time thinking that I had to be perfect for everyone—for my fans, for you, for myself. But I can’t do that anymore. I don’t want to be afraid of the hard things. I want to face them. I want to be with you. I want to make music. And I want to make it work.”

The words hung in the air between you both. There was no magic cure, no simple fix to all the years of hurt, but it was real now. He wasn’t running. He wasn’t hiding behind his career anymore. He had chosen.

“Are you sure?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly. You needed to know. This wasn’t just about love anymore. It was about living with the choices you made. The real, gritty parts of a relationship—the growth, the mistakes, the healing.

Yoongi’s eyes softened as he took another step closer to you. “I’m sure. I’m sure that I’m not going to make the same mistakes again. I’m sure that I want you in my life. And I want to make music that means something. Something real. For me, for us.”

For a long moment, the words hung between you both, the past and present blending together. The pain, the uncertainty, it all still existed. But so did something else—something stronger than it all: his commitment to his dream and to you.

“I’m not asking you to wait forever,” Yoongi continued, his voice steady, “and I’m not asking you to forgive me all at once. But I want you to know that I’m here. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere this time.”

A tear slid down your cheek, but this time, it wasn’t from the sadness of the past. It was from the weight of this moment—this final moment where everything you had been through, all the hurt and fear, began to shift.

“You’ve made your choice,” you said, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “And it’s not just your music, Yoongi. It’s us. And that’s enough for me.”

He reached out, his hand brushing over yours, the touch light but steady. “Then let’s make it enough. Together.”

For a long moment, you stood there in the quiet of the night, the city far behind you, the noise of the world fading. And then, before you could say anything else, Yoongi wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm, comforting hug. It was gentle, but it felt like the world had finally exhaled. Like the tension, the years of unspoken words, and the distance between you both were finally being washed away.

You could feel the steady rhythm of his heart against yours, the familiar warmth of his embrace pulling you closer, grounding you in this moment. It wasn’t a fix. It wasn’t perfect. But it was real. It was everything you needed right then.

"I’m sorry," Yoongi murmured, his voice soft against your hair. "I’m sorry for everything. But I’m here now. And I’m not letting you go."

You closed your eyes, letting the warmth of his hug wash over you. In that moment, you didn’t need anything else. The past, the hurt—it was still there, but so was something new. Something that you could finally hold onto.

“Me too,” you whispered back, holding him just as tightly, letting the weight of everything fall away.

For the first time in a long while, you felt like maybe, just maybe, you had found the resolution you both needed.

Four years later:

It was late, and the soft glow of the city lights outside painted the room in a warm, golden hue. You and Yoongi sat side by side on the couch, talking and laughing in the way you used to, but now there was a new energy between you both. More warmth, more understanding, more of what you had always wanted.

Yoongi was still the same in so many ways. His quiet, determined nature hadn’t changed, but there was something different now. A sense of peace. A softness in his eyes that came with time, experience, and the balance he had finally found. The balance between his music, his dreams, and you.

And now, you were together, fully. He was still a member of BTS, living the dream they’d all worked for, but now he was also stepping into a new chapter. His solo career was taking off. You had seen him pour his heart into his solo album, finding a new voice in his music. But despite the hustle and success, it was different this time. It wasn’t just about the music. It was about you too.

He reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, and looked at you with that familiar smile that had always made your heart skip. The kind that made you feel like you were home.

“I’ve been thinking,” Yoongi said, his voice quieter than usual, “about everything we’ve been through. I don’t think I would’ve been ready for all of this if it wasn’t for you. And… I’m glad you stuck with me.”

You smiled, the warmth in your chest spreading. It had taken time, but here you were, stronger than ever. You had found your way back to each other. Through the mess, through the mistakes, through the years apart, and everything that came with it.

“We’ve come a long way, huh?” you said softly, your thumb brushing over the ring on your finger. The one Yoongi had slipped on there months ago. A promise, a new beginning. “I never thought I’d get here, but I’m so glad we did.”

Yoongi chuckled, his eyes softening. “Me neither. I’m not perfect, but with you, I don’t have to be. And I think that’s the most important thing I’ve learned.”

You leaned in, resting your head on his shoulder. The weight of everything. The long road, the hardships, the unknowns, felt so light now. You were both finally where you needed to be, together.

“I’m glad you’re still here,” you whispered.

He kissed the top of your head, the gentleness of his touch matching the tenderness in his voice. “I’m not going anywhere. You and me, we’re in this. Always.”

You closed your eyes, content with the way things had fallen into place. The world outside, the lights, the music. They all faded into the background. It was just the two of you. And in this moment, it felt like summer again. Like the heat of those days back in Daegu, when life felt simple, right, and full of promise. Only this time, it wasn’t just about the summer. It was about everything you were building together now.

And now, with the baby on the way, everything was about to change again. But this time, it felt like the best kind of change. The kind you were both ready for. Together.

"I love you," Yoongi said, his voice steady with sincerity.

You looked up at him, a smile curving your lips. "I love you too. More than you’ll ever know."

He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you as he held you tight. The future seemed bright now. Not just with music, not just with BTS, but with everything else you would build together. Your little family. Your life.

You nestled closer to him, breathing in the comfort of being in his arms, knowing that whatever came next. The tours, the albums, the challenges. You would face it together.

And this time, you were sure of it. Everything would be okay. Not perfect. But enough.

[mymegrokosmos]

hiii! can i pls request one where reader surprises mingyu on tour? i love your works so much, thank you for all the effort that you put in!! <3

i love this big giant puppy he's such a sweetheart. i hope this came out okay anon sorry for the billion year wait. it's a little short but maybe i'll write a follow up at some point when my brain is working again.

It’s early, or late depending on what timezone you consider, when you drag yourself to the airport. You text Scoups as you check in, updating him on the eta. It’s taken you a lot of coordinating and evading. Their managers and at least three other members are in on this. The hardest part hasn’t even been keeping it from your boyfriend, it’s been not slipping up where Hoshi can hear. You love Soonyoung dearly but the man cannot keep a secret.

You’re practically vibrating by the time you step onto the plane. It’s been months of so many little details you had to get just right and so many last minute changes. You nearly said to hell with it and just ruined the surprise too many times but you know it’s going to be worth it when you see the surprise on his face.

The flight isn’t long, not by the long haul standards you’ve gotten used to since you started dating a member of seventeen, but it feels like it takes forever and then suddenly time speeds up and everything is going at double time. You text Cheol again to let him know you’ve landed, sending your message to Shua and Hannie too just in case. You’ve got a little group chat now from all of the coordinating this has taken. The three eldest members, Jihoon and Minghao have been instrumental in getting this all into place.

As the car pulls up to the outer gate where you wait in the pickup zone you smile at their manager. He didn’t have to come himself but he assures you it’s fine, the boys are all at rehearsal and in good hands he’s not rushed. The conversation feels easy as you head towards the hotel first to drop your things and it settles your nerves a bit, this small piece of normalcy.

That’s when the plans change. They were supposed to have a short rehearsal today and then come back to the hotel before the show for a quick break of a few hours. Time to grab some food, showers and a nap. Practice runs long and they’re not going to have time to make it back so there goes surprising your boyfriend in his hotel room. You were ready for something to go wrong though and so you came prepared.

It’s okay, you’ll pivot. And you do.

It still doesn’t feel real when you get your pass and follow along with the staff backstage. You can’t believe the day is finally here. It feels like you must still be at home in your bed, asleep and dreaming this whole thing. Until you catch the barest glimpse of him. Of all of them. They’re just running off to get in place for the lift that will propel them up on stage.

Hao catches your eye over your boyfriends’s shoulder and he can’t wave for giving you away but his smile tells you this is real. It’s almost time. You’re here. You grin back and then they’re gone.

He doesn’t spot you until the end of their set. He’s just, finally, stepped behind the set after what you think was aju nice number fifteen when you lock eyes and his smile turns into an oh. HIs fangs pop out as the surprise melts into a grin even bigger than he gave the fans screaming the encore and his name and then he’s running. As soon as the stage closes after the last member, Soonyoung getting dragged along tonight, he’s bounding towards you.

It doesn’t take long with those long legs of his he eats up space like it’s nothing. You barely have time to squeak before you’re lifted into his arms, spun around and set back on your feet with his forehead now pressed to yours.

“Gyu!” You’re laughing even as you swat at one bicep. “You’re all sweaty babe.”

He whines but doesn’t let you go, pouting at you as he pulls you even closer instead. “I can’t believe you’re here. What are you doing here? How did you plan this?”

You smile, hands coming up to cup his face and brush the floppy brown hair back out of his face. He leans into your touch and you vaguely register the other members being herded past you by a monotone Minghao who is having none of their nosyness.

“I had a lot of help.”

You don’t get a chance to say anything else. He’s already sweeping you further backstage, lips pressed to yours to swallow your sounds of surprise.

“I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too Mingyu.”

“Yah!”

You grin against his lips, smiling up at him as he carries you towards their green room. Your legs tighten around his waist as his hand on your back flexes slightly. You lean up to nuzzle your nose against his.

“I’m only teasing baby. I love you, you know that.”

He nods, eyes closing as he just holds you for a minute and you rest your hand against his chest to feel the way his heart beat jumps under your palm. He swallows and when he opens his eyes again they’re somehow even softer than before.

“Next time I’m taking you on tour with me. I don’t care what we have to do to make it happen. If I have to bribe your boss. I’m making it happen.”

You just shake your head and press a kiss to his jaw. “We’ll figure something out.”

He nods and before he can say anything else the door down the hall flies open and Soonyoung’s head pokes out around the frame.

“Are you two coming to dinner or are we leaving y/n to get you home from here?”

Mingyu sighs, forehead dropping to rest against your chest. “I’m going to kill him.”

You run your fingers through his hair. As well as you can with the styling products and sweat slicking it together at least.

“No you’re not.”

“No I’m not.”

You glance at your mutual friend over his shoulder. “We’ll meet you at the hotel. I expect hugs and all your best tour stories tomorrow. I’ll bring the soju.”

Soonyoung salutes and then you’re alone again. “Room service and cuddles?”

Mingyu nods. “Mm, sounds perfect. WIll you rub my shoulders for me too? The right one’s been acting up again.”

“Yah, Kim Mingyu stop overworking yourself. Hot bath and a massage just for you when we get back. Now put me down so we can get a car before the others decide to kidnap us for dinner anyway.”

And just like that his hand is in yours, tugging you along as he yells for their manager while you laugh and try your best to keep up.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

What about fluffy comfort fic where Reneé and Billie where both girls notice artist!reader has chronic pain and is limping during their performance. Its subtle but reader continues their concert jumping singing dancing and stuff but there are lirrle momemts where it seems reader hesitates about moving or dancing. The second the concert is over they rush to take care of them because the pain is worse? Please and thank you, you rule... 🐇

Focus on Us

|| Billie Eilish x Reneé Rapp x artist!genderneutral!reader

|| Warnings; reader has chronic pain, lots of pain mentions and descriptions, use of pain relief pills, light swearing, hurt/comfort

|| Summary; when Billie and Reneé notice reader's limp on stage, they take care of their partner after the performance.

Requests open!

Started; october 29th

Finished; october 29th

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Tonight was one of your big stadium performances, so your girls watched from their private box suite that had a perfect view of the stage. They were dancing along, singing their hearts out to your songs. What? Did you really think they didn't know every word? As time passed, you could feel the familiar pain creeping up in your joints. A grimace tugged your expression, but you tried your hardest to keep your face neutral. In fact, you upped your performance levels to the max. Bouncing and jumping around on stage, interacting with your closest audience members and keeping that wide smile. All despite the searing pain in your leg. It was something you trained yourself to preform with. You had chronic pain, so it was hard to know for sure whenever it would flare up. Sometimes certain things would be a trigger. Other times it would just happen without warning.

As the performance continued, Billie would be the first to notice your limp. Having glanced at the TV in the suite for close up at your dancing when she saw it. She nudged Reneé. "Neé, do you see that?" She asked, pointing to the screen at your limp. Reneé's eyes widened. Both girls exchanged worried glances. You were limping? But you continued to push yourself? Why the hell were you doing that? They wanted nothing more than to go down there and end the performance right then and there. They knew they couldn't, but they sure as hell wanted to.

Instead they stayed in the suite box, watching with a frown as you pushed yourself further. Jumping around on stage and just doing the most for your performance. It was a good show, probably one of your bests but your girlfriends couldn't unsee the limp. By the time it was over, they made their way to backstage and right to you. You were in your dressing room; whimpering as you sat on the couch. Leaned against the back and hand gripping at your knee. Oh it hurt so fucking bad. This was one of your worst flareups in a hot minute and you knew it was mostly your fault. You pushed yourself past your limit on stage. Doing way too much just for a good show and the hope that fans wouldn't notice your limp.

When the door opened and your girls stepped in, you looked at them with a pout. You couldn't even fake being okay anymore. It was getting to be too much. They rushed to either side of you, Billie on your right and Reneé on the left. Billie's hand came up and played with your hair as she leaned against you; a frown that mirrored your own on her lips. Concern evident in her eyes," how bad is it, babe?"

"L-like 9 or 10.." You grunted out, stuttering through your words a bit as the pain got intense for a moment. You couldn't help but whimper and your girls exchanged glances with each other. Reneé gave your cheek and neck light kisses, hand resting as she cupped your cheek and quietly shushed you.

"Shh, we've got you, baby. You're going to be okay. Focus on us, alright? Is there anything I can get that would help?" Reneé asked and you tried to come up with something. Knowing there had to be at least something that might be able to even ease the pain for you. But the pain was making it hard for you to focus on your thoughts. You grimaced as you tried to think. Your pills should be tugged in a pocket in your bag and there was a stash of glasses on the shelf; Reneé could fill one with water. It wouldn't help a whole lot, but it would be a good start.

You pointed to your bag and looked at Reneé," My bag has my pills and there's glasses on the sh-shelf. If you could g-get me some water." A wince left you a couple of times, Billie sat up and moved your hand from your leg.

"Stay still for a moment," She murmured, you looked a little confused but then gasped and gritted your teeth; feeling her hands on your leg. She was giving you a much needed massage. Little noises left you whenever she'd hit the right spots while Reneé smiled and went to get what you asked for. It took her a moment to find your pill bottle but she managed. Then Reneé got you your glass of water and soon came back into the room with your things. She made sure to help you take your pills and water, not wanting you to do more than you had to. You were grateful as you felt the cold water flow down your throat. Another small gasp escaped you as Billie used a bit more pressure in one of the tighter spots. "Sorry." Billie mumbled, knowing she accidentally hurt you. She was trying her best not to.

It took a good moment before your pills started to work, making you sigh as the tension started to leave. Billie noticed and looked to you, giving you a small kiss as her hands continued their massage," feeling better?" She asked and you nodded, looking at Reneé.

"Thank you," You whispered and she smiled, giving the side of your cheek a kiss.

"Always." She replied.

The pain wasn't as bad after that; especially with your girlfriends help. You were grateful to them for everything they did.

[jackdelroysbump]

Mr. Midnight

Jack Delroy X Reader

No mention of (y/n) in here by the way! Warnings: NSFW, Drug Use, Alcohol, Voyeurism (ISH), Jack is feral, SMUTTY SMUTTY sex, and all kinds of things of that nature.

Summary:Leo hires you to be on the show, Jack can’t help himself around you. Words:+6100

Notes: Omg hi I've been working on this for a little bit but I'm happy to present this finally. I've been obsessed with this movie since it came out and had to write something about Jack. Hope y'all enjoy mwah (I also write for other horror films just send me an ask and I'll answer.).

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April 15th, 1977

You had been called in as a last attempt to help Jack's dwindling show by your close friend, Leo. He’d known you personally from working alongside you as a producer on other projects you were in. Laverne & Shirley and Charlie’s Angels were just a few shows you had done with Leo, but this would be your first live UBC production show with him.

“Jack’s been very fond of your work, he was upset I didn’t call you sooner. He might not even be thinking with his head in this.” He chuckled at his crude innuendo of Jack's thoughts about you before taking a drag off his cigarette. While he smokes his cigarette, you take your final look over the main script since there was no dress rehearsal. Putting your script down, he looks at his watch, it is close to time and he nods you to follow him.

Trailing behind Leo, you took in your new surroundings, you knew you had to be fully backstage now. Intertwined cords were laid along the floor, and other crew carried equipment around trying to reach their designated location. It had to be your first time working in an environment that was very unorganized and very fast-paced.

Having trouble keeping up, you began to think that wearing heels was a mistake, wobbling amongst the floor behind while stepping on cords. Another two minutes passed before Leo would stop, finally finding Jack.

"Jack we are on in fifteen, show our new one around and get her set up, please! No questions asked!" Jack was standing turned away from you both, looking back as soon as he heard Leo loudly declare. His gaze softens when he looks over from Leo to you standing behind him.

"Oh good, Leo listened to my pleas. Hey there!" He quickly excuses himself from the group of people he was talking with. Heading over to you both, you finally got a good look at Jack.

One of his hands had a glass of what you only guess at the time was some cola with ice. His hair was kept nice, neat tan dress suit with his striped tie in place. You couldn't help but feel a little underdressed standing before him as you had a simple denim jacket with a small button-up and a jean skirt on. Getting closer was when you realized how much taller he was than you.

"Good to meet you finally! Big fan." His free hand reaches out for a shake and you happily take it. His grip was tight, taking the breath out of you for a moment at his touch.

"Okay get to it Jack, now I have to get these goddamn papers to Gus since he forgot his lines and we roll in thirteen!" Leo rushes past, slightly knocking into you, separating you two. It wasn't normal for you to see him like this, you could only think it was just going downhill for him.

Jack couldn't help but let out a little laugh at Leo's haste to get the show on the road as if it were his usual.

“Well, I’ll show you to our seats.” He starts to guide you carefully around the tight spaces towards the exit to the stage. The sliding door opens and you can see out onto the main set and the seats where tonight's audience members would be sitting.

Knocking you out of a slight trance, he places his hand on your shoulder giving you a light push. Moving you towards where he had you assigned to sit.

"And that's where you will be sitting, we will come out that door and take a seat over here. After I talk to the crowd, you will come out a little after me then we will start our first talk on here." He continues on leading you back to the door. You both head back through the sliding door, waiting for it to close in silence.

When it closed, you both were slightly too close that the tension almost made you uncomfortable. It wasn't until moments later that you curiously peeked over, looking up in your peripherals and you could see Jack's eyes on you. In your head, you thought he would notice you looking at him but he paid no mind his eyes were looking low. You knew immediately what Jack was thinking when you piece together where his gaze was set on you.

"Are you nervous?" Jack questioned you as he noticed you were slightly shaking.

"No, just star-struck to be here." Your reply almost sends Jack into laughter.

"Starstruck because of me?" Jack exclaims almost sounding desperate and shocked at someone he saw as a favorite actress who was flustered to meet him. You nod and everything goes silent again.

Ten minutes had passed and by that time the audience seats were full of people conversing, curious about what Jack's show would talk about tonight. The bell ringing could be heard from where you two were, signaling the show was starting.

"Well, all I can say is just pretend we've been good friends for years, always works doll." He noted, standing straight as you moved away from the door, so you wouldn't be in the shot.

"Tonight's broadcast is brought to you by Eclipse Enterprises of companies, go get it while you can," Gus announces, half the lights dim in the back over the audience while the rest go brighter on the set.

"Live from UBC Studios in New York City, it's Night Owls With Jack Delroy, joining us tonight is our surprise new co-host, James Randi, Carmichael Haig, and closing us out will be Miss Cleo James but now here's Mr. Midnight, Jack Delroy!" Gus turns as the door opens and Jack comes out waving to greet everyone. He comes out and stands in front of the crowd.

"Good evening night owls! Thank you for tuning in once again. We have an amazing show lined up for you tonight." You move back to the door, hearing Jack declare to the crowd. It was only time until you'd be up next.

After talking to the crowd, and cracking a few jokes with Gus, he starts to announce you. You brush off your outfit as a last attempt to make sure you are neat.

"I'm glad to welcome my new co-host, she's been on television screens before. Give a good warm welcome!" Jack announces, and the band plays a beautiful melody as the door opens.

You walk out, waving out to the audience as they clap. Some screaming out, fans of the shows you are in. Walking up to Jack, you hug him, and he returns the action hugging you back tighter than you expect. After letting go you give him a quick kiss on his cheek to play up for ratings, taking him by surprise. Making your way over, you sit down watching a flustered Jack try to hold his composure as he walks over to his seat.

"Wow! Now I have a few questions if you don't mind." Jack adjusts in his seat, waiting for your cue.

"Sure thing hit me, Jack." You sit back in your seat, uncrossing your legs as you take your jacket off.

"Was the outfit in the new episode of Charlie's Angels your idea?" A few people in the crowd whistled at the question as your face slightly dropped you knew immediately what he was talking about.

The costuming department had put you in a maroon, tight, jumpsuit showing more skin than people were used to on television. You let out a giggle before speaking, brushing off the slightly awkward feeling that you had.

"Yes sir, did you like me in it?" You question him, and he takes a loud sharp breath not expecting your answers as they were off script. He looks away from you to the audience before answering as if he were bashful.

"I'm not gonna say no." Some men in the crowd react; some "ooo"', laugh and whistle. You couldn't help but laugh, you knew he had to have written that question.

“Now for some of the viewer's questions tonight, are you single?” When he wasn't looking at that card, he practically was eye fucking you at this point.

“Wouldn’t you like to know Jack?” The audience is filled with 'ooo' and whistles as Jack comically pulls his tie from his neck as if it were truly tight. A visible growing blush flooded his face, you'd never seen Jack so flustered.

"Last one, how do you make your hair look so nice?" He takes the card and puts it into his suit.

"I use Faberge Organics, It makes my hair so soft." He watches you as you play with your hair, twirling it between your fingers. Staring him down, he smiles at you before looking to the audience.

“Well folks, you heard it from here! We're gonna take a quick break, we will be back after these messages." The band begins playing again as the show goes to commercial.

"Alright, we're off!" Phil states after the bell buzzing sound plays throughout the set.

“Okay good, if you need to get anything now would be the time to get to it.” Jack hops up from his seat and walks back through the sliding door following a few crew.

You stand up from your seat, making your way back looking for something to clear your dry throat.

"Amazing job, you never let me down, especially with that improv. Keep up the good work." Leo stops and gives you a quick pat on the back before going back to his duties.

Continuing to make your way through the backstage you had come across a set of water bottles sitting on a table. After taking one, you sat in a random chair at an empty makeup stand: you had put your purse on top as it was unclaimed. You scoot in your seat as you take a tube of lipstick from your open purse, sitting on the stand.

‘Good thing there’s a clock back here.’ Thinking to yourself, you kicked back relaxing for a moment. As you were zoned out eying the fancy simple clock in front of you sitting on the counter, you didn’t notice that Jack had sat in the seat next to yours.

He places his hand on your outer thigh, fingers pinching the fabric of your skirt. His sudden shameless actions couldn't be seen by anyone else, you both were far scooted into the stand. It almost frightens you until you notice it is only Jack's hand. Obviously, he had enough of your mental teasing earlier, it was his turn to play.

“So far so good! Say isn’t this your first time on live television?” Jack tried starting a conversation as he slowly moved his hand up; waiting to see if you broke as he scooted his chair closer to you.

“It is sir.” You asserted calm and collected, trying hard to mask the fact you were a shivering mess again as his grip got tighter on your thigh.

“Just call me Jack sweetheart.” He whispers into your ear, his breath hitting your neck making you quiver. It was hard for you to keep your composure in your seat, legs tensing slightly as he swirls little patterns with his finger on your upper thigh.

"You know we have five minutes until the show starts back up." You couldn't help but melt in your seat as you looked into his eyes full of desire. If only you two weren't in the middle of a show, Jack had calculated the timing and possibility of seeing you off the air.

"Five minutes to do what Jack?" Asking curiously, you fed into his words, continuing to look into his eyes while blinking your eyelashes towards him. He couldn't stop himself, his hand started eagerly trailing under the fabric of your skirt.

Reaching your inner thigh, his fingers grip into your flesh. If you hadn't looked at his face you couldn't tell that he was so close to snapping like a twig at your mercy. His mouth parted open, breaths getting more heavy and short as he toyed with you. He wanted this so bad.

You start to see the beads of sweat on his forehead as he gazes at you hungrily. Curious you decide to look down, eyes wandering at his lap. Stopping when you see that his tight tan dress pants couldn’t hide that he was extremely hard even in the dim light that was under the stand.

You couldn’t help but stare in desperation, your mouth parts open when you watch his cock twitching from in his pants. He sighs in pleasure at your lovely reaction to him. Leaning over close to your ear, he whispers low.

"That's all for you sweetheart, don't be afraid to touch it." He lightly grabs your wrist, placing your hand on his aching hard bulge. It was warm to the touch and hard, it felt like it was trying to break out from how much force it pressed into the fabric every twitch.

"How are you going to hide this now? Jack, it's so big." You couldn't help but give him a light squeeze before tightening your grip as you asked. A loud whimper fell from his lips. It wasn't any secret that he loved praise, especially from someone with his dick in their hands.

"Fuck, You have no idea what you've got yourself into now. Think you can handle me?" He asks as he starts to move his hand from your inner thigh to your panties. Softly taking his fingers, he trails a circle at your slit from the outside teasing you, the fabric starting to dampen. Getting rougher pressing into the fabric every time he moves his fingers up and down.

"You two we are on in five! Now if you two don't get the fuck out there, we won't have a show!" Leo bellowed out making you jump, your hand flew up off Jack hitting the stand in the process as Jack slid his hand away. Jumping up you move your skirt back down, trying to blow off the fact Leo caught you two practically touching each other. You clear your throat and go out to the set through the doors.

Taking your seat, you look out to the audience who are slightly confused about how late you got back out. It was now three minutes till air, and Jack hadn't arrived to set yet. You throw a reassuring smile to the crowd trying to pass off any worry. Jack comes out not even a second later, two drinks in hand making his way towards you.

"I don't know exactly what you'd like so I grabbed my favorite, if you don't like it just let me know." He hands you a glass, taking a sip of his own as he sits down. Looking into the glass you could see that it looked like what Jack had been drinking.

Not thinking about it, you take a swig. It was whiskey and not soda which you thought it was earlier. Playing it cool you try to not bring to the attention that you did not prefer the taste at all by taking another drink.

It felt like a blur after sitting through the first guest James Randi, he showed everyone the bending spoon trick, you had an idea earlier this was just a simple episode about skeptics who were also magicians.

"I'd like to bring on one of my dear old good friends, Carmichael Haig everybody!" Jack announces as the band plays, an older man comes out and sits in the seat next to you.

After Jack's usual questions and snide responses, Carmichael started to dig into his jacket pocket. Jack shifted in his seat waiting for Carmichael to pull out his main tool for his main act.

"I'd like to show everyone a little trick that people pull on others for a quick buck. I will start now with my trusty pocket watch." Trailing off he brings out a pocket watch opening it up and hanging it up to where you and the crowd could see it. He swings it with his hand covering before revealing the hypnotizing pattern.

"Keep yourself relaxed and stare into the spiral. Everyone at home is welcome to do so too." All you could think was there was no way his little trick could work on you as it sounded made up. Watching as he swung it back and forth, you kept your eye on the hypnotizing spiral.

When he stopped, he sat silently putting the watch back in his pocket. You waited to see if he’d move but he sat still in place facing forward. It seemed to you that you were right that it didn’t work and now you’d be waiting for the next steps.

After waiting for a few minutes in silence, you began to turn looking to your right. Jack was sitting in the seat next to you; his chair not fully facing forward but slanted out where you could see most of his body. He sat legs wide open with his arms folded across his chest, a wide grin on his face. It wasn’t until you looked over that you noticed something wasn’t right, his gaze upon you could say everything you needed to know as it oozed arousal.

His eyes burned into you, making you jump in your seat. You look away, embarrassed that you caught him staring at you. The burning feeling at the pit of your stomach grew as you dug your elbows into your chair.

Looking back after a few seconds you watch as he begins to take his tie off while still gazing straight at you, tossing it to the ground the moment it is loose off his neck. Speechless you look at the crowd for any comment, and it starts to click. All audience members were frozen in place. Their eyes still and locked looking towards you two while staying silent as the dead of night.

It wasn't long before you could hear the sounds of more clothes hitting the ground taking you back, intrigued by what was happening before you, Jack had taken his suit jacket off. All you did was sit still watching as he slowly crept towards you. He stops, getting behind you while bending down close to your ear.

"You wanted to see what I was going to do with my hand earlier, didn't you honey?" It felt like your heart stopped and fell flat straight to your guts. He places rough bites on your neck from behind, his teeth almost sinking into your neck.

You stayed still as his hands went from around your neck to your button-up. Lightly pulling on it you watched as he precisely unbuttons your top. Reaching over he grabs at your breast hungrily, groaning as if it was that pleasurable for himself.

It felt as if you were nauseous with a strong feeling of wanting from him. You reach your arm over your head, fingers finding his hair and gripping it tight.

"I've been watching you eye the fuck out of me since earlier, is this what you wanted you little slut?." Jack's voice echoed from right behind you, the change in his tone sent shivers down your spine.

You felt his hand go from your breast down into your skirt, eager to put his hand in your panties. He moves himself, on his knees as his other arm reaches around.

"I won't let you get off so easily.” His hand reaches into your underwear, his fingers making their way inside you. His free hand moved to cup your mouth, muffling the sounds you were making

He thrusts two of his fingers in and out of you, taking his thumb and rubbing your clit. He knew just how to torture you. It wasn't until he let go completely that everything snapped.

“Dreamer here awake!” Carmichael screams out to the crowd snapping his fingers.

“Dreamer Here Awake,” Jack whispered into your ear from behind.

Snapping you out of a trance you never thought you could have. You look down, your clothes still intact, blouse buttoned and in place. Gasping you sit at the edge of your seat, trying to keep yourself from freaking out. The audience gasped as Carmichael had actually shown everyone else a giant spider.

"I- I have to go." You stood up from your seat and began to walk off. You turned to look at Jack who was getting off his knees to stand up from behind your chair, slightly reaching out for you trying to stop you from leaving.

“Well we’re going to take a quick break, when we get back folks Carmichael will give us some insight into how he does his little trick after these messages.” You could hear him as you walked off, the door opening when you got to it.

Making your way back, a girl comes up holding a tray with different mixed drinks out towards you. Taking a drink off the tray, you say a quick thanks before moving out of her way.

Without even thinking, you down your drink, unknown to you it was another drink of whiskey. You never expected to be so buzzed after a few drinks, but you underestimated your tolerance. Having hit you like a brick instantly. Standing in front of a mirror you could see your surroundings behind you, you could see a concerned Leo coming up to check in.

"Everything okay? I watched Jack whispering things into your ear, you get freaked out and make weird faces. Look if he said anything to make you run away you tell me right now. I'll run straight to him and set him straight." The amount of concern on his face could kill if deadly.

"No Leo, I was just spooked by the act, that's all!" Throwing a reassuring smile back at him. His shoulders relaxed as soon as he could tell you were serious about Jack not making you leave. He places his hand on your shoulder and gives you a slight pat on the back.

"Alright, I'm glad I was worried I'd have to give him the scare of his life, he knows how I feel about wanting to keep you on here." Leo quickly left, turning away and walking over to the crew over to the side.

Looking back into the mirror you begin to fix your hair, taking no notice that Jack has now spotted you alone. Jack noticed you hanging out to the side, looking into the mirror at yourself. He comes up close from behind, his head tilted making it where no one can see what he is saying.

"Sorry if that scared you out there, I've seen his little trick before and found my ways to toy with it." He reassured you, trying to give you some sort of comfort. Turning around, you were met face to face with him.

"How? Jack that felt too real! Your hands-." You couldn't help but blurt out before he cut you off with his hand.

"If this is too much you have my word to run away. I'll tell Leo to get you into another great project. Or if-" Your hands reach for his tie, grabbing and pulling his face closer to yours. Causing him to drop his hand at your mouth.

"If what Jack?" It was no surprise his antics had turned you on, the way he had eyed you down previously made your stomach feel as if were tied in knots. You watch as he starts to piece it together, his eyes widen, and a little smile forms on his lips. He looks at his watch before he gazes back at you.

"Well sweetheart, meet me in my dressing room after we get done on the air. I can show you other things I can do with my hands." He lightly smacks your behind as you two begin to walk off to close the show.

As the audience starts standing up to leave, Jack thanks the crowd before striding off the set to the backstage area. You take a few minutes to yourself, stopping to talk to Gus before going backstage.

"Hey there, nice first episode! You brought the ratings up fifty percent, I owe you my life. Celebration tomorrow night!" Leo exclaimed as he caught up to you walking back to your purse. He pulls you into a small hug before letting go abruptly.

"I have to go tell Jack!" Leo hurriedly rushes away leaving you by yourself. You get to your purse, cleaning up the stuff on the stand. Looking into the mirror, you checked your makeup for what you thought was the last time you'd have the chance before you would again be face to face with Jack.

After checking to see if the coast is clear, you sneak down the hall looking for his dressing room. Luckily the floor was carpet, hiding the sound of your heels, keeping your cover clear. It wasn't long before you came across a door with writing on it. 'Jack Delroy' was labeled on the door with a gold star next to it, you lightly knock. Immediately hearing movement, you knew he had to be desperately waiting for you.

"Come in!" After you hear Jack yell through the closed door, you walk in and close the door behind you. Taking in the scenery it was a spacey room with a twin futon, side tables with plants sitting on top, a makeup stand, a standing lamp, and a few collectibles. The room smelled of flowers as he had a candle lit on the table.

“Nice of you to join me.” Jack had his just long sleeve button-up shirt with his tie still on, he stood with an ashtray in his hand. His radio on the side table played soft rock from the local radio station.

He had a cigarette lit in his mouth, you couldn’t help but stare and think that he looked so good in the dim light. Coming in closer, you take the cigarette from his mouth as you sit on his futon. You take a drag looking up at him, smiling as you blow the smoke back at him.

“Oh hey, I was just about to light this one up.” He walked over to one of the tables, grabbing something off it before sitting down. Holding it out to where you could see it up close, you could finally tell he grabbed a joint.

You’ve smoked before, but never with your colleagues. He lights it up, taking a hit before passing it to you. You happily oblige and take a hit as well.

“Wait Jack smokes the devil's lettuce?” You dramatically jokingly ask him as you pass it back to him. He cackles, coughing out smoke in the process.

“There are things you don’t know about me” He takes another hit before passing it back to you. Starting to get comfortable, you uncross your legs.

It was about a few hits and a moment later before it kicked in, you watched Jack as he picked up a drink he had made from earlier. You started to get hot, deciding to undo some of the buttons on your shirt. Unbeknownst to you Jack noticed, a small smile forming on his lips.

“Want a sip? It’s something different from whiskey.” He offers you the cup, gladly taking it. You take a sip, sneering as you realize you took a big sip of vodka. Laughing, he takes the drink back and sets it on the table.

“What game are you trying to play Delroy?” You could feel the heat between your legs grow. The way he set eyes on you, a predator eyeing its prey before taking a leap.

Leaning down he takes your face into his hand, moving your face to face his. Placing his thumb at your lips, you open your mouth. Taking his thumb into your mouth lightly sucking at it. He groans as you do, pushing it into your mouth more before pulling it out completely. Standing up, he starts desperately unbuttoning his long-sleeved button-up.

“God you’re so fucking hot.” Throwing it off he comes back over to you. Leaning over, he places his lips onto yours, leaving soft lingering kisses. He pulls you up as you put your hands on him, hands gripping his chest. Starting to get rough, Jack takes your lip between his teeth, and his hand wanders down to your body.

You smile at Jack before you drop down to your knees in front of him to unbutton his pants. Undoing the buttons, you pull his pants down with haste. He now just stood in his briefs, waiting for your touch.

Now it was more prominent how big he truly was, his briefs are white but the tip could be seen from how much pre cum was leaking from his cock. You couldn't help but put your face up against his clothed dick. Leaving little kisses through the fabric. He took no time to tear his briefs off, his cock swinging up when it was free.

Going in you start kissing the tip, moving from the base down to his balls. Taking them into your mouth, lightly sucking on them. He whimpers as he feels your tongue tracing random patterns on him.

His hands gripped the edge of his makeup stand as you swirl your tongue around him. Tracing the veins you could feel while sucking in your cheeks. He takes your hair and holds it back, gathering it together until he has one hand around it like a ponytail.

Getting a good grip on your hair with one hand, he begins to thrust his cock deep into your mouth. Face fucking your throat, you couldn’t help but make little whimpers around him every time he hit the back of your throat.

That only made him go faster, your fingers grip his hips as he ravaged your throat. He couldn’t help but let little moans pass through his lips as you gagged on him, shuddering with every thrust.

Pulling you away from him, he makes you sit on the futon again. You couldn't help but grin at him as you sit there admiring the man you have in front of you. He was desperate to have you, needing to touch you.

“Please violate me, Mr. Delroy.” It was like you had seen a switch flip as he made towards you again. Taking your top with his hands, ripping it apart; the buttons flew as he tore it apart.

Pulling the cloth from your arms, he then goes for your bra. Unlatching it and tossing it aside, your chest was now bare to him. He gets down on his knees up close and in front of you. His hands come up to cup your breasts, squeezing them before leaning down to put a nipple into his mouth. Sucking on it while his fingers toyed with the other, pinching and pulling at it.

Letting go, he pushes you back and goes for your skirt, pulling it off of your body. Taking one of your legs, he moves it to the side, spreading you open. He couldn't help the amount of joy he had as he instantly noticed the damp spot on your panties.

"How long have you wanted me? Wanting me to fuck this tight little pussy?" He leans over you, his hand holding onto your thigh before he tears your underwear off, throwing them behind him. Standing back he admires your naked body sprawled out in front of him.

"Jack I've wanted you since I've laid my eyes on you while watching Night Owls." That response made the heat burning in his groin get worse. He needed to fuck you.

“Jack I-it's not going to fit.” Nervously confessing as you began to process his size would be inside you. You couldn't help but stare down in amusement at him standing there, his hands rubbing up and down his own body, hard cock out on display.

“Oh sweetheart, I'll make it fit.” He stood towering over your limp body on the futon. Stroking himself at the sight of you waiting for his touch. Getting down on his knees in front of you, he slides his knee in between your legs, spreading them further apart.

With his cock in his hand, he rubs the tip against your entrance. Slowly pressing it in, he brings it further down before stopping halfway. You couldn’t help but let out a loud moan in surprise as he finally pushed his way fully inside you. While inside you he undoes his tie and puts it around your neck, tying on your neck like a chain. Not taking another second of waiting he begins to move his hips. Starting with slow thrusts, savoring the feeling of being inside someone once again

He takes both your hands putting them over your head, pinning them down onto the mattress. You couldn't help but scream out as he started going faster, his grip getting tighter around your wrist.

It wasn't long before picks you up, slamming your back against his makeup stand. Swiping off whatever cologne, scripts, and ashtrays he had lying on the ground. He glides himself back into you, unleashing a loud guttural moan.

Shaking the wardrobe his thrusts start up again, hungrily pounding into you. Grabbing at the tie tied around your neck he pulls your face closer to his, going in for kisses before moving to your neck. He eagerly sucks at your neck, leaving a little love bite to show as you grab at his back.

The door opens, and Leo walks in with a small mirror that has a few lines of cocaine before stopping at the sight of you two. Jack still rocking his hips into you as your fingernails dug into his back. His cock stretches you out in front of Leo. In shock, he takes a second before stepping back out and closing the door.

“God, do you like it when I pound into you like this?” He holds your legs with his hands, pushing them higher, making it easier to slam into you. You could feel his cock hit the hilt of your insides, causing a sensation of pleasurable pain making you cry out.

Your back hit the mirror so hard as you let go of his back that you could hear it crack. The tie in Jack's hand that was still tied around your neck helped him get a hold of you with every thrust. He pulls it roughly forward dragging you from the mirror, dragging you forward. You wrap your legs around him making him closer to you.

Grabbing you by your hips he swiftly turns around, laying back on the futon leaving you on top of him. You adjust yourself, knees on both sides of him. Starting to move, you balance yourself as you go up and down. Riding him as he held onto the sheets withering underneath you.

“Holy shit.” His eyes closed shut as his breathing became heavier. Whimpering when he could catch his breath, your fingers pressed into his chest as you leaned forward.

As you push yourself up and down his hard cock, he takes his hand over to your aching pussy, putting his thumb on your clit. Rubbing circles on it, causing you to whine out, losing control you had over your body. Your legs shake as you cum on his cock. Losing your senses you lay down on him, giving him the go-to start. He wraps his arms around you before thrusting up into you. Sweet soft moans poured from his lips as he fucked into you.

“Oh fuck!” His hips rut up into yours losing control as he shoots a thick load of cum into you. Moaning out as he rides out his orgasm, hips starting to slow down. After taking a second to catch his breath, you get off of him. Standing up you got to find your clothes.

"We cannot tell anyone about this, but this won't be the last time. That was so fucking hot." He sits up, getting up to get dressed as well. You found your shirt annihilated forgetting that he had ripped it.

"I broke your shirt but you can put on mine." He hands you his long-sleeve button-up shirt. After you both get dressed, you both make your way out to leave to go to his place.

Walking out of the UBC building you two were swarmed by a group of paparazzi people taking pictures as they spotted you.

"Is this the girl you are seeing months after Madeline's death?" A reporter asked as he kept his head down, completely ignoring them. He flags a car down and you both hop inside off to his house.

After spending the rest of the night relaxing together by the TV, you remembered what Leo had told you earlier.

"Oh Jack, Leo says we have a party tomorrow to celebrate ratings." Jack turns to you surprised at your announcement.

"What! He didn't come to tell me anything about this after the show."

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The End (Maybe??!?)

Hi again, I hope this isn't complete dookie and that y’all like it. This took so long to make but I'm glad to get it out. If you guys like it I will probably make part 2. If I come back and find anything I written that I don’t like ngl I’ll probably come back and write on this again. Peace out-C

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17. the big day

april 17, thursday

belle pulls into the parking lot, and you sit quietly in the passenger seat.

"since when were you into nct? i thought you weren’t into their kind of music," you ask, curious why belle had suddenly invited you to an nct concert last minute.

"ah, well... you know, i try to explore new genres sometimes. it gets boring listening to the same songs every day," she replies casually, clearly trying to play it off. "anyway, we’re here now," she adds, shifting the subject.

"a riize concert would've been better," you joke, grinning.

the second you mention the group’s name, belle stiffens. goosebumps spread down her arms, and she subtly grips the steering wheel tighter. she’s determined not to let anything slip.

"hey! don’t compare them—they’re both good in their own ways," belle says, but there’s a slight crack in her voice. she pauses, and you notice her hands start to tremble slightly.

"you good?" you ask, sensing the shift in her tone.

"i'm fine! let’s just head in," she insists, quickly getting out of the car and leading the way to the entrance.

"tickets, please?" the front guard asks as you both approach.

"yep, right here for two," belle says, pulling out her phone to show the two digital copies.

"backstage passes? you ladies can head through that entrance," the guard says, pointing to a different path.

"thank you! let’s go, y/n!" belle says enthusiastically, tugging you along.

"wait—did he just say backstage?" you ask, hurrying to catch up.

"ah, yeah—no clue why he said that. i only booked us vip seats. must’ve been a mistake. haha," belle laughs nervously.

"we’re vip seated? oh my gosh, i’ve never sat that close at a concert before! thank you, belle!" you say excitedly, clinging to her arm. belle just smiles, relieved the topic seems to be over.

"here it is," she says as security pulls back the curtain, revealing the entrance.

"sunoo? minjeong..?" you blurt out, eyes widening as you recognize the familiar faces standing just beyond the curtain.

"oh... hey! funny running into you two here!" belle says, forcing a laugh as if this wasn’t the exact situation they were all planning this whole time.

“what’s going on?" you question the situation. you were expecting a lot of things to happen today, but this was definitely not on your list.

belle sighs, finally giving in. "okay, fine. we might have planned this."

"you planned for us to meet backstage at an… nct concert?" you ask, still processing.

"yes... surprise?" she offers weakly.

despite your initial confusion, you can’t help but laugh. "belle, you could’ve just told me! this is insane."

"i know, i know. but hey, can we fix everything that happened between the four of us? it’s been so long," belle says, nudging you lightly.

“we’ve been meaning to apologize to you y/n, we’re so sorry for what happened in the past. we overreacted and we realized that too late. we really miss you guys,” winter said with a pleading look on her face, genuinity seeping through her voice.

your eyes started welling up with tears. “of course i forgive you guys, i was in the wrong too y’know.” you said, rushing up to give the both of them a warm, tight hug.

“belle, join us!” you call.

the four of you hug each other like there’s no tomorrow. life really hadn’t been the same when all of you were torn apart.

minjeong chuckles, being the first to break the hug. "well, now you’re here, come on, let’s not keep the others waiting."

"others?" you echo, following as they lead you deeper inside.

belle just smiles, this time genuinely. "trust me, you’ll like this part."

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Omg please I've been craving eastablished relationship sirius x fem!reader fluff I feel like i've read through the entire tag

What about rockstar!sirius who misses reader and is moping so james and remus set up a surprise and fly her out to a show and she's standing at the baracade and sirius sees her and like jumps off the stage to go to her?

i love rockstar!sirius my beloved<3 thank you for requesting!!

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To be frank, Sirius Black had been insufferable for the last two months.

When the band had been touring around the UK and Europe, you were able to join them at most, if not all, shows. Sirius loved having you by his side, knowing that one of his favourite people on the planet was with him whilst he did something he loved. And you loved watching your boy thrive in his element. 

However, when the tour moved to North America, you were unable to follow. 

Despite his insistence that he had more than enough money to take care of you both (and let you be his full time favourite groupie), he knew how much your degree meant to you and he wouldn’t ever want you to drop your dreams when you supported his so much. So, you had stayed in the UK to continue your education. 

And Sirius was downright miserable with the distance between you.

Not that anyone would notice. To the world, Sirius Black was still going out on stage and performing like every show was his last. He was a rockstar through and through, and the world fell in love with him a little more with each performance. 

But to his bandmates? They had nothing but constant whining and complaining and moping that Sirius didn’t have his girl by his side. And, to be honest, James and Remus had reached their wit’s end. They could deal with a lot, but two months of it?

No. They knew they needed to do something.

It wasn’t hard to convince you at all to fly over and visit for a short leg of the North America tour. You had been just as miserable without your boy back home. The apartment felt empty without him. And his guitars were a little dusty, which was a sight you weren’t used to. And having one side of the bed constantly cold, with his scent long faded from the pillows, it was starting to take a toll on you.

You packed a bag and made your way to the airport without a second thought, landing in Michigan the day of their show. 

“This is ridiculous.”

Remus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s just a precaution.”

“Remus, you want me to get into a suitcase,” you deadpanned, wondering if the tour had finally driven him over the edge. “I am going to suffocate in there!”

“You won’t,” James reassured you with a bright grin. “We’ve done it plenty of times. Plus, it’s just until we can get you into the venue without fans seeing and spoiling the surprise.” 

And you knew he had a point. 

The boys didn’t just want to fly you over and throw you at Sirius. No, they wanted to surprise him, completely knock the air out of his lungs. They didn’t want some lame reunion in a hotel room before he was rushed off onto stage and you were forced to stand backstage until the set ended. 

Go big or go home, and the marauders always chose the former. 

It was why you agreed to get in the suitcase, staying in the cramped space until you reached the venue. It was why you agreed to wear the oversized hoodie, despite standing amongst the fans in the ridiculously hot crowd. It was why you agreed to keep your disguise up until the first few songs passed. 

And then, you threw the hood off your head and you gripped the edge of the barricade as you looked up at the stage, as you looked up at your boyfriend and took in the sight of him for the first time in two months. The tight trousers fitted around his thick thighs, the leather jacket exposing his bare and tattooed torso, the sweat gleaming like a thin layer on his skin and the messy black hair that you missed running your fingers through.

Fuck, you missed your boyfriend.

Sirius lifted his head to look away from his fretboard, his eyes on the crowd as he played the opening riff to the next song, only to stop short when he noticed a familiar face in the crowd. He blinked once, and then twice to make sure it was really you. And by that point, security couldn’t even stop him as he shrugged his guitar off and shoved it into the hands of whoever was closest to him before he hopped off the stage and made a beeline towards you. 

The crowd was going wild as they watched him, the cameras were capturing every moment but you couldn’t care less as Sirius made his way to the barricade, grabbing your face and smashing his lips against yours. It was sloppy, messy and a little desperate, and probably far too much with so many eyes on you but Sirius never really cared about any of that stuff anyways.

“Fuck, I missed you so much, love,” Sirius murmured before he leaned in for another kiss and another and another. And when that wasn’t enough, he all but dragged you over the barricade, grinning wildly when you clung onto him.

“Sirius!” you gasped, your legs wrapped around his waist as his hands rested on your ass.

“God, I missed hearing you scream my name,” he muttered, unable to wipe the smile off his face as he watched you flush at his comment.

“You have a show to perform,” you murmured, nodding your head towards the stage. “I can wait.”

“Well, I can’t,” Sirius told you. “C’mon, let’s go back to the tour bus—”

“Sirius,” you laughed, though there was a hint of warning in your voice which he recognised. “Show first, then sex.”

Sirius grinned cheekily. “Promise?” 

“Promise,” you smiled, leaning down and he pouted his expecting another kiss, only for your lips to brush against his ear instead. “Plus, I want us to have all the time in the world when you see the little surprise I got for you.”

Sirius gulped. “Surprise?” 

“Got ‘em done just before you left,” you told him and his spine straightened in realisation. “Should be healed enough for you to play with them.”

“Show me.”

“Sirius—”

“Baby, show me or so help me, I will lose my mind,” Sirius groaned. 

But you just laughed, patting his cheek as you told him there wasn’t a chance in the world you were going to flash your tits in front of everyone. He groaned as you began untangling yourself from him, making your way backstage where you would watch the rest of the show. Sirius glared at you and your stomach twisted in anticipation. 

“Good luck, baby! Knock ‘em dead!” 

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Not afraid to admit I'm in love with his problematic ass <3

Summary: The reader wins the women rumble only to be teased by Punk. So when he loses his rumble she can't pass up the opportunity to get some revenge.

The crowd in the arena is deafeningly loud as they all scream and cheer around you. It's been over an hour since you came out in the women's rumble match as number 3, and somehow you're still here. Every inch of your body is drenched in sweat and everything aches. But you aren't done yet.

Four women remain in the match, including you. Becky Lynch, Bayley, and Liv Morgan are all much fresher than you are. But none of them have the unbridled passion and desire to win like you do.

"Sorry, Becky." You grab ahold of Becky's leg and dump her over the ropes after faking a temporary alliance with her.

Becky tumbles to the floor and it's down to three. Liv and Bayley start going at it in one of the corners of the ring and you see your opening. You rush to the corner and shove Bayley into the turnbuckle. Bayley hits Liv who has been teetering on the apron and Liv sails down to the floor.

One left.

You waste no time and grab Bayley's waist. She struggles against your grip, but your raw strength is too much for her. You muster all the strength you have left haul Bayley over your head and drop her. She tumbles over the top rope and hits the ground with a loud thud.

You did it. You won.

The bell rings and your exhaustion gets the better of you. You sink to your knees breathing heavily as one of the referee's on the outside heads in to raise your hand.

About 15 minutes later you head backstage with a giddy smile on your face. You've got Rhea at Wrestlemania this year. And you aren't going to squander this opportunity. Nothing can ruin this moment.

"Well well well, don't you look nice." A familiar voice greets you on the other side of the curtain and your smile fades.

"Fuck you, Phillip." You come face to face with CM Punk. You sneer at the shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he blocks your path. "Move out of the way you entitled dickhead." You spit at him.

"And miss the chance to congratulate you on your big win, YN?" Punk replies cooly.

You stand your ground and stare at him, despite the fact that every fiber of your being is sore and exhausted. But Punk has a way of lighting a fire in you. In more ways than one, unfortunately.

"Good luck out there tonight, Punk. I sincerely hope that Cody kicks your ass and dumps you over the top rope." You flash a fake smile at him before shouldering past him.

"You know you love me, sweetheart!" Punk calls after you as you walk off.

You head back to the locker room and get a good shower in. The hot water eases the fatigue and ache in your body and you feel much better after. Since you're feeling better you head backstage again so you can watch the men's rumble match unfold.

When you arrive backstage the match is up to number 20. You watch Bron Breakker come out and dominate the field. You and Bron used to hang out in NXT before you got called up. You smile to yourself as the match drags on and Bron picks up some eliminations for himself and makes plans to talk to him after the show to catch up.

"Oh god. They gave him lucky number 27?" You scoff when it's Punk's turn to head out.

You roll your eyes at his confidence and bravado, ignoring that voice in the back of your mind that finds him so damn hot when he's acting all high and mighty. The match drags on for another twenty minutes until it's just Punk and Cody left.

"Yes! Get his ass, Cody!" You cheer when Rhodes tosses Punk out of the ring. "Nice! Serves his entitled ass right." You smile to yourself when the bell rings.

The camera pans to Punk sitting on the floor in defeat and a thought pops into your head. 'god he looks so pathetic.' You think to yourself. 'and kind of hot all defeated and on his knees.'

You decide to hang around and rub it in some when Punk comes trudging through the curtain.

"Well well well, don't you look nice?" You mimic Punk's earlier statement with a grin.

Punk picks his head up and meets your gaze. Your smile is the same cocky and self-important one he was wearing earlier in the night. You're doing the same thing he was earlier. Only difference is you're set to main event Wrestlemania in two months with Rhea. And Punk just lost to Cody freaking Rhodes.

"Awe, what's wrong, Phil?" You laugh. "Night didn't go like you planned?"

"Yeah, real mature, sweetheart." Punk grumbles to himself. "Move out of the way." He demands.

You can't help but widen the smile on your face if that's even possible. "What? And miss the chance to rub this loss in your face?" You snicker.

Punk steps up to you but you don't budge. He comes to a stop inches from your face and stares at you. And you stare right back.

"Doesn't feel good, does it, Phillip?" You ask with a grin.

"You're real mature. You know that?" Punk fires back.

You continue to stand your ground and lick your lips. The tension in the air is palpable at this point. "I am almost 20 years younger than your geriatric ass." You remind him.

"Brat." Punk growls at you and finally shoulders past you.

"Awe, what's the matter, Daddy? Can't take the heat?" You laugh as he stomps off. "What happened to all that confidence from earlier? What was it you said? Oh, right! You know you love me, sweetheart!" You continue to call after him until he's out of sight.

Zoey Stark comes around the corner having heard everything and walks over to your side. "You two seriously need to just fuck already." She complains. "Because y'all are getting out of hand backstage."

"Oh, I'm just having some fun, Zoey." You wave your hand dismissively. "Besides, that old man couldn't handle all of this." You gesture to yourself with a grin.

"If you say so." Zoey shrugs. "Oh, well damn. Look at that." She laughs and points across the room.

You glance in the direction Zoey is pointing and find Punk making a B-line across the room toward you. Zoey walks off and you are left alone to confront your annoyingly sexy rival.

"Finally think of a comeback old man?" You ask Punk with a wink.

"You've got a big fucking mouth, you know that?" Punk growls and grabs ahold of your arm. "Luckily for you, I have experience handling girls with too much attitude" He adds, now wearing a smirk that sightly concerns you.

You dig your heels into the carpet in protest to being dragged off. "Now hold on a second!"

"Oh, it's too late to beg, sweetheart. You're coming with me." Punk replies and continues to drag you off.