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now my heart's broken

r u fixing it?

📁 pairing; bangchan x gn! reader

📁 cw; angst/angst to fluff, unresolved/open ended, swearing, unedited, mention of sex (literally just the word sex once in the whole fic) 1.1k

📁 summary; famous rapper bangchan celebrates his five years on a radio show, and previous relationships are brought up. will you remain strangers, or give a friendship that first started over five years ago another try? inspired by broken cd — beabadoobee and loosely from prompt generators.

📁 a/n; word vomit LMAOOOO idek what's going AWN 😓 please say nothing. please do nothing. please do not perceive my work.

'now, stays are very excited to be celebrating the anniversary of your debut! in fact, we're planning on putting this episode up on your anniversary!'

bangchan leans back comfortably in his seat and lets out a laugh. 'yeah! i'm so excited to be celebrating five years with my stays.'

the radio show host smiles and flips through his notes, chattering away as he reads. 'many news outlets and netizens have labelled you as the soloist king of k-rap music, do you agree?'

'well, i'm not the biggest advocate of myself, but i think i've really grown as an artist.'

'of course! your growth has been amazing, a small soundcloud artist to one of the biggest idols of the decade. now, why don't we hear a snippet from your first official song from your label?'

a soundbite of a laugh spills out from the headphones over his ears and the speakers littered around him.

a contagious laugh, one he could never get out of his head and brought him happiness like he never new. almost like iced tea on a hot day, or a pancake flipped and cooked to buttery perfection.

a supporting smile, one that beamed proudly at him from the control room that made him shy away from the mic, embarassed to be singing a love song in front of the person it was about.

the editors that let you step into the booth to hold his hand encouragingly and cheer him on. your laugh was picked up on the recording and the production team mixed it into the song on his request.

plus, chan was happy to have you as a part of his first ever professional song. he thought that there was no way he could've done better if you weren't there.

your smile. your laugh. your touch.

but that was then.

sometimes, when all is quiet and still, he can't help but let his mind wander back.

australian beaches. he is sixteen and bringing you to the cove he hid in when he was little, one that he promised to hide away from everyone, forever. he sits with you inside, a little too close for just friends. he still has the sand dollar you picked for him, and it rests hidden behind his books on the shelf next to his bed.

midnight meetings. waking up to a rapping at his window and a familiar face that he can't help but get a fright from when it's pressed up against his window at three in the morning. fear that dissipates to excitement when you crawl into his window and talk with him for hours on end.

rooftop adventures. he sits on the side with his legs dangling over hen edge, and maybe it's dangerous, but when has he really cared? his beat up guitar rests on his lap, abandoned after he finishes his serenade. his hands find themselves tangled into your hair lips pressed up against yours until he speeds down the stairs with you trailing behind him.

mornings after. he turns from his spot where he's cooking your breakfast to your sleepy stature and pulls you into a perfect kiss. he tastes like coffee and kimchi eggs and sex, and he tastes like home. his 'i love you's are written into your perfectly plated food, a stark contrast to his own messy breakfast.

lonely nights. he used to fall asleep in his studio during his debut, and he didn't know if the lack of comfort came from the position he was in, or the fact that you weren't there. he can hear the twinge of sadness that you hide in a passing comment when you next see him, and he hangs his head and stays silent when you point out how he didn't get back to his apartment again.

the hate. i mean, even if he was signed to a label with no dating ban, it was expected, as an idol's partner, to get hate for just dating him. he tried to protect you from it, and stop you from reading them, but he got frustrated. after all, you knew what you were getting yourself into. it wasn't his fault, anything his fans were saying. if anything, he was glad his fans cared so much.

he doesn't really know if he meant to, but he pushes you away. he knows, instantly after the breakup, that it was his fault. you didn't change, he did. he hated how his fans celebrated when they announced that chan was single. he hated how he treated you just before he left you. he hated how he treated you like a burden, and he's so sorry.

he's so sorry.

he just wishes he had another chance, he loved-

'chan?'

a smiling face pulls him out of his trance, and he coughs awkwardly. he's sure he couldn't have zoned out for more than a few seconds, but he laughs to fill out the silence.

somehow, even his laugh sounds empty.

'um, so fans have noticed that you've been credited in all aspects of the song. what was your inspiration behind it, or better yet who?'

'ah, yes. some of my older fans may remember that i had a partner in my first few months after debut, and we sadly broke up.' chan forces a smile out. his hands fiddle with the wire of the headphones nervously.

'oh, wow. i suppose you were quite happy when you got signed at such a young age, did this profession come easy to you?'

and chan could let the lie slip out like water, a smile and a mutter of how hard he's been working, or how he found it so natural when he stepped up to the mic in the studio.

but he knows what happened.

he takes a breath. 'it hurt when i was seventeen. i don't think i would even be in this chair right now without their love. and, if they're listening in, thank you. i've never reached out since we...ended, but, to this day, i really want to. i'm sorry, and berry misses you.'

he smiles, and it's bittersweet. sadness lingers in his eyes. he bites the skin underneath his bottom lip until it turns purple.

'well, thank you everyone for tuning into this week's episode of rap radio, and we'll be saying goodbye to bangchan!'

he waves, and a wave of relief washes over him.

and, if he's lucky, he'll find a message from a stranger he knows all too well when he next checks his phone.

I think one of the first things Leo would do with the wheelchair is try to do a wheelie, but I think whatever he’s about to do on the skate ramp is dumber

Result from trying to do a wheelie.

Poor boy's been stuck staring at the ceiling for 30 minutes. :]

Edit: I'm gonna tag the ask-er so they know I answered! isn't that right, @a-simple-gremlin? ;)

Hehehehe 😉😘

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JESUS FUCK DUDE I LOVE THIS OMFG. 

katsuki bakugo secretly loves it when you act like a complete brat. he already has that gruff personality that makes him seem angry all the time, but that’s all a facade when it comes to your bratty tendencies, oh no, he’s not mad at all. there’s nothing this man loves more than putting you in your place. he’ll have you folded into the mattress, knees to your chest, legs resting on his shoulders and he cannot help but feel his balls tighten every time he looks down at your face. so sweet, tears rolling down your fat cheeks as his cock just bullies your pussy. “awe, what’s a matter, crybaby? where’d all that attitude go?” and he is enjoying this, oh so much. he’ll lean down to press a heavy kiss to your lips, hips never once faltering, moving his hand to cup your cheek, all before using his thumb to guide your mouth open. he allows his spit to gather up before letting it go to roll past his lips & he didn’t even see you, patiently waiting, tongue lolled out, catching it right on your tongue and swallowing it so fast, as if that was the last things you’d ever get from him. the last time you’d ever taste him. the scene enough for him to completely fill you to the brim then and there. “no, no more ‘suki” you’d whine trying to push him off, to no avail, too cock drunk and overstimulated, “‘s too much. i can’t,” you’d pout and he’d grab your hand, pinning it above your head. “but this what you wanted, you begged for this crybaby. i think that you have a couple more in ya,” as he’d pepper kisses along your jaw line, nibbling at your neck before stuffing his cock back inside, and oh how he wishes that you would just brat out a little more. ♡

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