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[louloveswoozi]

Mingi x reader || The Tour Gap || Switch pov

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reader

it started out with love.

back when he first left for tour, mingi’s voice used to light up every phone call. he’d lean into the camera with his grin taking up the whole frame, asking about your day before he even talked about his.

“turn your head a little,” he’d say over video call that first week, tilting his own. “ohhh, i see those new twists. you look so good, baby.”

you’d laugh, twisting a strand between your fingers, the warmth in your chest carrying you until the next call.

but somewhere between europe and japan, his voice started to sound tired. he still called, but only late at night, when his eyelids drooped and his answers came slower.

then the calls became texts. short ones. busy rn. miss you tho. sorry i crashed early. tomorrow for sure.

tomorrow didn’t always come.

mingi

at first, he called every night because that was the only way he could sleep. he’d prop his phone against a pillow, grinning as you turned your head to show off your hair.

“ohhh, that’s fire, baby,” he’d say, screenshotting the screen without even hiding it. “gonna save this for when i miss you too much.”

he missed you too much after the first week.

but the schedule tightened in ways he didn’t see coming. interviews stacked on soundchecks stacked on fan signs stacked on flights. nights blurred into mornings without rest.

he started calling later and later. sometimes you were already asleep.

he hated the way your voice sounded careful when you answered, like you didn’t want to bother him.

then the calls became texts because he thought that would at least keep you from seeing how wrecked he looked. busy rn. miss you tho. he meant it every time.

reader

the ache wasn’t sharp at first. it was slow, quiet, almost polite in how it crept in.

you’d send him little updates like always — photos from your niece’s birthday party, a mirror selfie before brunch, a short video showing your new knotless braids — but his replies came hours later, sometimes without even opening the attachment.

and you told yourself you understood. it was tour. it was exhausting.

but some nights, you saw more of him in fan edits than in your own life. his voice laughing in a backstage vlog while you sat in the dark with your phone.

when friends asked, you smiled and said, “he’s good, just busy.”

mingi

he saw the videos you sent — your niece’s party, your new braids, a brunch selfie — but sometimes hours passed before he could open them. not because he didn’t want to. because he didn’t want to look and then have to put his phone away without replying.

he thought waiting until he had time was better than rushing a half-answer. but the time never came.

when you texted come home to me, his heart squeezed so tight it hurt.

he almost booked a last-minute ticket. but the manager was already waving him over to go over a surprise schedule change. he told himself he’d make it up to you next time.

next time didn’t happen.

reader

two months in, you stopped initiating calls. you waited. and sometimes… he didn’t call at all.

when he finally said, “i’ll be home for a few days,” you almost cried from relief. you took off work. deep cleaned the apartment. bought groceries for his favorite meal.

you spent an hour in front of the mirror deciding between leaving your hair in its big twist-out or pinning it up. you went with the twist-out. he always said it was his favorite.

the door opened mid-evening, and you shot up from the couch, heart in your throat.

“mingi—”

he stepped inside, pulling his suitcase behind him. a quick smile, a quick hug, and then he was checking his phone.

“hey, babe. sorry, traffic was crazy.”

you pulled back, studying him. he looked thinner. tired. you wanted to say you missed him. you wanted him to say it back.

instead, he walked into the kitchen, asking, “what’s for dinner?”

mingi

by the time the break finally came, he was holding the thought of you like a lifeline.

he imagined you running into his arms, your laugh against his chest, your scent in his hair. he imagined a night where the only schedule he cared about was yours.

when the door opened and he saw you, all of that should’ve happened.

but he was so tired.

he hugged you quickly, smiled because he knew you were smiling, and let his phone buzz in his hand because there was a meeting he couldn’t ignore tomorrow.

he didn’t notice your hair. he hated himself for that later.

reader

it was awkward. he didn’t mention your hair. he didn’t notice the candles or the playlist you made. he scrolled while you plated the food.

you tried. you asked about the tour, about his health, about the members. but it felt like interviewing a stranger.

after dinner, you sat on the couch together, but he kept checking notifications. your phone buzzed in your lap, and you ignored it, watching the way he barely looked at you anymore.

reader

“you’re not really here,” you said softly.

his eyes flicked up. “what do you mean? i’m literally here.”

you swallowed. “no. you’re somewhere else. you’ve been somewhere else for months.”

he frowned, setting his phone down. “i’ve been working. you know how this life is.”

“yeah, i know. i just thought i was still part of your life.”

he leaned back, voice tightening. “that’s not fair. i’m doing this for us. for our future.”

“i never asked for you to disappear so we could have a ‘future.’ i wanted you. now. not whatever’s left of you after you give it all away to everyone else.”

mingi

when you said you thought you were still part of his life, it felt like his chest caved in.

“that’s not fair. i’m doing this for us. for our future.” he meant it, but it sounded like a defense.

you wanted him now. he didn’t know how to give himself now when so much of him was already gone to the stage, the fans, the cameras.

then you said it. “mingi, you don’t even know what color my hair is right now.”

and that broke him in a way nothing else could. he had always loved that — the colors, the styles, the way you made it yours. he had pictures on his phone from every stage of it.

and somehow he’d stopped noticing.

reader

“it’s been four months since you last saw me in person and the first thing you did was check your phone. you don’t call. you don’t show up when you say you will. and every time i think maybe you’ll notice me again, i get the same excuse — you’re busy. i’m tired of being patient for a version of you that might never come back.”

mingi

he wanted to tell you he was sorry, that he could fix it, that he would find a way. but the truth sat heavy in his mouth: he didn’t know if he could.

so he said the one thing that would hurt both of you equally.

“maybe we should take a break. until i can give you what you deserve.”

you asked if that meant breaking up. he didn’t answer because saying “yes” out loud would have made him stay.

reader

he stood, grabbing his bag.

“my flight’s early. i’ll… see you around.”

you didn’t watch him go.

later that night, you scrolled aimlessly until a video popped up — fancams of the concert overseas, mingi’s smile wide and bright under the stage lights.

he looked happy. you wondered if he’d ever looked at you like that again in the past few months.

mingi

on the flight, he opened his camera roll and scrolled back to the screenshot from months ago — you smiling, your twists framing your face. he almost sent it with a i miss you.

but he didn’t.

that night, before going on stage, he stood in the wings listening to the crowd chant his name. his chest felt empty in a way no performance could fill.

he walked out anyway. he smiled anyway. because loving you meant letting you go before he made you resent him for staying.

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you didn’t expect to see him.

the café wasn’t even in your neighborhood — just a place you’d ducked into after missing your bus. you were scrolling through your phone, waiting for your latte, when a voice called your name.

you knew it before you looked up.

mingi

he didn’t plan this either. he was supposed to grab his drink and go. but then he saw you — same curve of your shoulders, same tilt of your head, the light catching in your hair like it used to.

you looked up, and the months apart collapsed into a single breath.

reader

“hey,” you said softly, unsure if you should smile.

he smiled first. tired, but real. “hey.”

the last time you’d seen each other, it had been all sharp edges and hurt. now it was just quiet.

he asked if he could sit. you nodded.

the conversation started small. how have you been. been busy. you look good. you too.

the words didn’t fill the air the way they used to, but they didn’t cut like before either.

when you reached for your drink, his gaze flicked to your hair, and you caught it.

“twist-out again,” you said, half teasing.

his mouth curved faintly. “yeah. i remember.”

and maybe that shouldn’t have meant as much as it did. but it did.

mingi

he wanted to tell you everything — that he’d thought about you every night on stage, that he still had that screenshot from the first week of tour.

but you seemed okay. and part of loving you now meant not opening something you’d finally let heal.

so instead, he asked about your work. you told him. he listened, laughing at the right parts.

for a moment, it almost felt like before.

reader

but then the moment passed, as moments do.

your drinks were almost gone. he checked his phone. you adjusted your coat.

“i’m glad you’re doing okay,” he said finally.

“you too,” you replied.

and you meant it.

he stood first, giving you one last smile before heading toward the door. you watched him go, the ache in your chest softer than before — not gone, but no longer sharp enough to bleed.

you sipped the last of your latte, letting the warmth settle in your hands. some things don’t need to come back to still mean something.

mingi

the air outside was colder than he remembered. it scraped at his throat, made him shove his hands deep into his coat pockets.

he didn’t look back. not once.

but he saw you anyway. in the way the glass caught the café light in the faint smell of cinnamon on the wind in the beat of a song stuck in his head that you used to hum without knowing

he walked two blocks before stopping.

the city kept moving around him — car horns, a bus braking, a couple arguing softly on the corner — but all he could hear was the way you’d said “you too” like it was enough.

he wanted to run back. he wanted to tell you that he still kept your hair scarf in his carry-on, just in case you ever needed it again. he wanted to tell you that the ache didn’t stop when the tour did.

instead, he took a deep breath, shoved the scarf deeper into his pocket, and kept walking.

because some things hurt worse if you try to hold them twice.

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[larryfanfiction]

Heyy, hope you’re doing great,

Could you please recommend some exes to lovers fanfics?

Thanks xx

Hi anon! We've had some asks about this in the past, which you can find here and we also have a "breakup" tag which is here.

I'll rec some of the more recent ones for you here:

💔 All I Ever Wanted by Larrys_Girl (208k)

The year is 2018, two years after One Direction went on hiatus, and also two years after Louis and Harry went their separate ways. Truth be told, they went their separate ways already a few months before that. They just pretended they were still on good terms so their fans wouldn't get suspicious. What happened between the two is something neither of them wants to talk about, and they haven't spoken a word to each other since the day the band went on hiatus.

Now, two years later, Louis has just accepted the offer of being a judge in The X Factor. What he doesn't expect, though, is that he isn't the only one out of the members of One Direction who has accepted the offer. Harry has too. What will happen when the two have to spend time together after two years of not talking to each other? And what if one of the other judges is someone Louis has always been jealous of considering his close friendship with Harry?

💔 The Money Mark by @brightgolden (52k)

Where Louis is Harry’s first sugar daddy who dumped him over text and their paths cross, seven years later.

💔 Falling Without Caution by @poetsreprieve (50k)

Louis Tomlinson, a wanted criminal, was captured by the FBI after years of chasing. Instead of being locked up in a high-security prison, he was offered a deal. What was supposed to be the end of a decade long chase turned into a morally grey circumstance for Agent Styles.

💔 Love Is a Winning Game by @all-these-larrythings (47k)

Before their broken engagement, Harry had his head stuck so far in the clouds that he doesn’t even remember entering him and Louis for something as crazy as a couple's gameshow until a series of bad, post-breakup decisions puts Harry in the awkward position of needing the help of his ex-fiancé to try and fix the mess he has made.

💔 Cabin Fever by @germericangirl (46k)

One cabin, one bed, two ex-boyfriends. What could possibly go wrong?

💔 Dance Like Waves Along the Wind by @maroonmoonlouis (17k)

A Greek Mythology AU where Louis is Adonis and Harry is Poseidon. Louis would really like to move on with his everyday life without everyone on Mt. Olympus talking about his ex, who just happens to be the God of the Sea.

💔 Nothing's Scarier Than Losing You by @alltheselights (15k)

When Louis and Harry run into each other at a Halloween party two months after their breakup, they’re reminded of how rude, infuriating, and utterly perfect for each other they are.

💔 I Can Build Your Heart A Home by @loveislarryislove (10k)

Harry and Louis kind of secretly sort of dated in high school. Now it's two years later and they're both back in town for Christmas and it's awkward. Until it isn't.

[poison-basil]

Part 7: Fake it to make it...

Summary - Why you gotta be so cruel…

There was an ache in her chest that she just couldn’t shake because she has to do it tonight. It wasn’t fair if she just let it go on as it has been, ignoring Dick and the rest of the family, trying desperately to sort things out on her own. Temperance has been sitting in her apartment for the last two hours, in her Red Robin suit, staring blankly at her phone. There were calls and texts from Dick worrying about where she was, they were growing constant and more panicked, he had started leaving voicemails, demanding to know where she was.

It wouldn’t be long before Dick started looking for her, if he wasn’t already. She had to make her move soon, get herself together. She was, for once, immensely glad that she wore a cowl; it would hide most of her face, and it would be easier on them both if Dick couldn’t read her as well as usual.

Getting up from her sofa, pulling the mask over her head, trying to take on the calm mindset of the vigilante as easily as she pulled on the body suit, harness and utility belt. The effect was instant, she felt stronger, more sure of what she had to do, she headed towards the window, it would be like a bandage, the quicker you rip it off, the less pain. Slapping her cheeks, she stood, her thoughts running wild in her head, she hoped this went according to plan. Opening her window, she shot off the grapple to the building across and swung.

She was out now, running across roof tops, and swinging between buildings, taking out the odd crook, simple things, to settle her mind, trying to gain the confidence she would need to face the man she’s desperately in love with...and break his heart. It had been two weeks since she had last saw Dick, and this was not the reunion that she wanted with him, but it needed to be done. The backlash, the possibility he could get hurt, be found out, be exposed. If he got hurt because of her, she’d never be able to move again.

Three weeks ago, Temperance had received a number of cryptic, untraceable messages. Each came in various forms, some in texts on her phone, messages from random perps on the street she had busted. The ones that really got her the notes left on her bedside table while she slept because that meant they knew who she was, could find her, and be able to find those she cared about, putting everyone around her in danger. When she couldn’t hack the messages, when the cameras in her apartment were re-wired effortlessly, she knew she was dealing with someone far out of their usual criminal element. Someone that could circumvent her brain, her plans, her contingencies.

She has been trying to figure out what they were about when she had a breakthrough. By the time she’d decoded all of them, the message was very clear. They were a warning and growing more intense and specific as they went on. The fact that they had managed to find out who she was, in and out of costume, where she lived and get in and out leaving messages so close to her without her waking up worried her. They all hinted at danger and pain. It wasn’t until the last one of most recent ones that she realised they weren’t about harming her, they were about hurting Dick and other members of the Bat family if she’d didn’t do what the threats demanded: stop interfering in Gotham’s seedy underworld and leave..

She was thinking about what to do while researching and investigating who it was. She’s got some leads, but nothing solid enough to act and time is running out. If she didn’t leave Gotham tonight, the attacks on her family would start.  All of it forced her hand, and now as she stood on the top of Wayne Tower looking down on Gotham without a clue as to who as sending her these threats, her options were limited. One thing was clear though, if she cut ties and left the Bat family, left Gotham, they would be ok. She could carry on the investigation out of town, come back once she put the perpetrators in jail. Until she did, however, she had to make hard decisions when her whole body screamed against it.

She could do this, being alone was nothing compared to knowing that they were in danger because of her. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be for long and she would figure out who was behind this before anyone she cared about got hurt. Bruce, Jason, Dick, and even Damian were all in danger of being exposed, hunted down, and cutting ties completely while she worked the case is her only option. But Dick… with Dick, though, she didn’t think he would ever forgive her for this. But it had to be done because she had to protect them, at all costs.

Sitting on the edge of their usual meeting place high on top Wayne Tower, she waited. It wouldn’t be long before Dick found her, not with Oracle’s access to all the cameras in the city. Barbara had probably let him know her location the second she landed. All she had to do was pass the time until she would have to do everything necessary to keep him safe. She turned on the com, made sure it was muted on her end while listening to the usual back-and-forth banter between the Red Hood, Robin and B. It was so familiar, striking her in the chest with pangs of nostalgia. She would miss this, family nights in Gotham when they all got to be out.

She dearly hoped that she got this wrapped up quickly. Could come back into the fold as soon as possible (even if Dick never forgave her for it).

There was a thud behind her and the crunch of boots on asphalt. She would do this standing, she didn’t want to look as vulnerable as she felt.

“Red, where you been? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you.” His voice gentles, as if trying to coax a wild animal.

“I’ve been busy,” She brushes him off. There is no time for pleasantries, not right now. “There’s something we need to talk about.”

His head tilts in confusion, “What is it Red? You ok?” He starts towards her, bringing his hands up to put on her shoulder.

Temperance backs up a little out of his grip, tilts her chin up so he thinks she’s actually looking, “I’m fine, as I said, I’ve been busy.” She knows she won’t be able to do this if he’s touching her, knows she’s got to keep a straight face to pull this off without making the first Robin suspicious.

He cringes as she moves away, fisting his raised hands, “You usually still make time for us when you’re busy. Do you want to tell me what’s going on here?”

“I haven’t had the time,” Forcing herself to straighten up and take a deep breath, “But, that’s what I want to talk to you about,” It was now or never, she just had to do it fast and leave so he wouldn’t know how much this is going to kill her. “Things...aren’t working out. I feel like we should break up.”

It was Dick’s turn to take a step back, “What? Why?” She could see the frown on his face deepening. “Where is this coming from? Talk to me!”

“I don’t need to explain myself to you, Dick. I just don’t want to be together anymore.” I want to protect you. I’m in love with you and it’ll kill me if you get hurt.

“Don’t need to explain yourself? You are breaking up with me out of the blue! I sure as hell need an explanation!” Dick’s face had morphed into an angry scowl (not that she could blame him) as he threw his hands up in the air.

Oh God, this was killing her, the look on his face painful to stomach, “Nightwing, don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be…”

He flinched when she made it Nightwing instead of Dick, distancing herself, but still it isn’t helping. “Difficult? Oh I’m sorry, Red, is this difficult for you?” His movements were becoming more wild, he points to his chest and adds, “Well it sure isn’t easy for me! None of this even makes sense. I thought...I thought we’d finally agreed we were going to be together after all these years. I thought we were doing to well.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be with you, Nightwing,” Damn, this was what she didn’t want to happen, hoping against hope that he would sulk off angrily and not look too deeply into the why behind it all, what a stupid thing to hope for, “I want to end this without all the drama. It’ll be easier for us both”

Suddenly he ripped off his domino, “Well, fuck me I guess, my girlfriend, who I’m in love with! Has just announced that we should break up.” He slumps to his knees, hands in his hair.

She slowly put her hands out, as though to give comfort, before quickly pulling them back, “Don’t do this.”

He looks up at her from his position, “Don’t, don’t tell me what I can and can’t do. You don’t have the right, if you’re really breaking up with me. After everything we’ve fought through to get to this point, to be what we are to each other, and you’re just going to throw it away? Throw me away? And I don’t even get to know why?” His voice is breaking.

Damn, he was going to cry, and she was slowly losing it, not able to give him some bullshit excuse that could make this easier for them both. “Please, just, calm down, please...”

His eyes are red and getting wetter by the second, “I  don’t understand Temp, we were good, we were great, what happened? What did I do to make you--?” He chokes and whatever he was ready to say makes her clench both fists, blink rapidly behind the cowl.

Nononono! “Nothing! Nothing, Dick, it’s nothing you did!” She rushed because she couldn’t hurt him that much, to think it was all because of him when it was her fault.

Dick looked more confused, “Then why? Why are you doing this, baby?”

“I need to,” She watched as tears started to run down his cheeks, “I-I don’t want to be with you anymore…” She is super glad that she’d worn the cowl, her eyes are starting to sting.

Dick smashed his fists on the roof, “I don’t believe it, I can’t believe it! Something happened! Something had to have happened--!”

Suddenly there is a crack of thunder, as though the heavens are also against her, wishing to make this more miserable than it already was, rain started to pour, she had to do it, it will keep him safe, “I don’t love you Dick, I can’t be with you!”

Dick’s crushed look was too much, but at least he seemed to believe. “You...Temp, you don’t love me?” At that, her tears spilled over freely, making it sticky under her mask.

She sucked in a breath, keeping her objective in the forefront of her mind. This was for Dick’s safety, to keep him from being exposed, and she could do this, She had to do this. “I don’t, not anymore…”

Dick’s face suddenly went blank and his eyes narrowed, that wasn’t good, “I don’t believe you…”

She moved slightly back, shoulders tensing, “What?”

“I don’t believe you,” Getting to his feet and taking a step forward, he places his hands on every side of her wet face, refuses to let her get even a step further away, “Even with the mask, I can tell that you aren’t looking me in the eye...”

“No… I don’t, I --” Her words were choked, she didn’t do anything that obvious, did she?

Temperance shivered at the touch of his thumb as it touched the ridge of her mask, “Take off the mask.”

“No…” She couldn’t, he would know.

“Come on, Temp,” is Dick cajoling her, because he knows something is most definitely up,  “one last request. Take off the mask, look me in the eye, and tell me you no longer love me, no longer care for me, like I care for you.” Temperance felt as he started to apply pressure and move the mask up slowly.

She didn’t know what to do, but caught at his wrists, trying to stop him. “I don’t --”

“It’s cruel, Temperance, not facing me fully,” He worked the mask up and over her head against her hold, “do this for me…” His voice his soft, nearly drained out from the rain.

“Dick I --” The words were stuck in her throat.

“Why are you crying, Temp?” His thumb brushing the tears and rain from her cheeks, “I thought this was what you wanted?”

“I- I--” She couldn’t think of anything to say, his blue eyes stunning her.

“You gonna tell me now? Look at me and tell me you don’t love me,” His voice broke, his mouth wobbled a bit, “I’ll leave, no more questions asked, if you can do that…”

“I- I don’t- I --” Just tell him, it was simple, should be easy, If it were anyone else other than Dick Grayson. “Dick, I --” The were just words, right? But why was this so hard? “I don’t love you” Her voice wavered through words she had managed to force out.

“Temp, baby, how can I believe that when it looks like you’re about to break into pieces?” His voice was sweet and soft with affection, his warm hands against her rain cooled skin.

“I don’t love you...” She tried again, her voice still breaking.

“Tell me whats going on,” He pleaded, tilting her face, already passing off the words to get to the motivation underneath. “Let me help you...” Dick whispered into skin.

“You can’t,” She had to do it alone, “I have to keep you safe.” She didn’t want to cause him any extra trouble. “I have to let you go…”

Ah-ha, Dick knew it. Knew something was off here, something terribly out of character. “Baby, look at me and tell me what’s happened…” He pushed stray hairs from her face.

“I --” Temperance is mortified at how much she is crying right now. Get yourself together!

“It’s ok Tempie, I’m here, I got you.” He let go of her for a moment, before slipping his arms around her waist. “Now tell me what this was all about.”

“Dick !--” It was hard to concentrate, his warmth distracting, “I just wanted to keep you safe,” She lets out a sniffle, “Just wanted everyone to be safe --”

He kisses her temple, “Shh, it’s going to be fine, we’re going to be alright, you just have to tell me. We can get this sorted out...” His arms tightened around her waist.

“Someone --” Another sniffle, “There were messages sent to me, warning me that --” She didn’t know how to explain, her argument sounded weaker and weaker every time she thought about it now, “That if I didn’t leave you guys and Gotham, they were going to--”

Temperance is cut off, “Temperance, we’ve had threats like that before--”

She could hear the panic in her voice, “Not like this! Usually we know who we’re dealing with!” She needed him to understand. “This someone got into my apartment Dick! He knows who I am, don’t you understand?”

Dick pulls back to look at her, “What!?”

She shrugs and brings her arms around Dick’s waist, squeezing him, “They left little clues, in different places, when I figured it out, this was the only thing I could think to do while I leave the city to try finding more clues on who is doing this!”

Temperance can feel the sigh that escapes Dick, “Temp, you could have come to us.”

She holds tighter, “I don’t know who they are Dick. It isn’t worth the risk! If they find out I haven’t done what they asked, they might hurt someone! I couldn’t live with that!” Her breathing was getting faster, and she could recognise the signs, she was working herself into a panic.

She felt his hands come to rub up and down her back, soothing and warm, “Shush, it’s ok Tee, we got this, we’ll figure it out --”

Tensing, temperance gripped his uniform, “No! I can’t involve you!”

She could feel Dick pause, “I’m already involved,” came the quiet reply, “I’m not going to let you hurt yourself for us...”

Temperance tried again, “But I--”

Temperance hears the groan from Dick, “No buts Temp, we’re gonna figure this out.”

“Dick --”

She feels Dick put his hands on her arms and gently push, she looks up at him, “Do you love me, Tee?” He asks softly.

“Yes, of course I --”

“Then that's all that matters. Everything else we can solve together.” He shushes her with a quick kiss, “Though, if you ever try breaking up with mo over something like this again, we are going to have a talk.” His voice deep and serious as he tells her.

“I just wanted to keep you safe, I--”

Dick tutted at her, and it kind of reminds her of Damian, “I get that, but it hurts, Temperance, how easy it was for you to try and cut things off between us.”

“Easy? It wasn’t easy!” She shouts, “I had to protect you, keep you safe! I could do this and keep you out of it, Dick! They’ll come for you, they’ll come to hurt you because of me, and I can’t--!”

His face softens, “I know that, but you could of come to me, instead you blindsided me.”

“I just wanted to keep you safe since I don’t even know who’s doing this or why…” Temperance murmurs.

“Temp, I get that, but I’m a big vigilante, I’ve been in the game longer than you, and I can look after myself. I just wish you had come to me first, instead of doing this.” She can hear the hurt, the tightness in her chest from earlier is back.

She wants to reassure him now, “Next time, I promise, I was just so scared Dick, they know who I am, where I live… I just didn’t know what to do, I panicked.”

His voice is understanding and it loosens the pain inside her, “Listen Temp, now that I know, I can help you, I love you baby, you know that right?”

“I know…”

“Then this is what’s going to happen,” He finally steps away from her, and pulls her mask back over her face for her,  “You’re gonna come with me, stay at my place and we will lock down the apartment and let Bruce know to be on alert.” He finally get’s his domino back on and turns to her, “if my place gets compromised, we have safe houses all over the city. Jay can disappear if we really need him to, but with all of us on the case, whoever is threatening you won’t stand stand a chance.  We’ll find this guy, ok?”

“Ok…” She wipes at her face, “I love you,Dick, I’m so sorry,” She doesn’t know how to make this better, “I’m sorry I did this to you! I wasn’t thinking clearly, and I’m already running out of time.”

Dick hugs her again, hums, and grips her tight, “It’s ok Temp, everything’s going to be fine.” His words made the tightness in her chest loosen completely. His warmth seeped through her wet suit, giving her comfort. His smell calming her in ways she hadn’t felt for weeks. Why did she always mess things up? It would follow her, the pain she had caused him, she would have to make it up to him, so he would always know, so there would never be any question as to who she’s always belonged.!

(And as the night closes in, settles over Gotham’s skyline, she has no idea the small, private army amassing against her or the other plans put in place to take her and the ones she cares about out of the vigilante game. Permanently.)

[larryfanfiction]

Mine Would Be You by crinkle-eyed-boo @crinkle-eyed-boo

Length: 114k

Louis blinks his eyes open, his eyelids fluttering as the room swims around him. He takes several gulps of beer once he confirms that he’s definitely not hallucinating, that the very first portrait Harry Styles ever painted of him is hanging on that wall. Louis stares at the wall, his heart jackrabbiting in his chest as he realizes that there’s not just one painting of him, there’s five, the portraits lined up like they’re some sort of storyboard depicting the rise and fall of his deepest love. His greatest heartache. A pain that cut him so deep that he left the fucking country, severing all ties with his life in New York, now suddenly surrounding him as if he’d never left. Fucking shit motherfucker fuck. Louis returns to New York City five years after he left it – and the love of his life – behind. He didn't intend to see Harry again, but fate has a funny way of pulling them together, whether they like it or not. After making a begrudging truce, they both start to wonder: Would it be so bad if history repeated itself?

Ao3, Chaptered, Completed, Must Read

[larryfanfiction]

When the Sun Won't Let You Sleep by allwaswell16 @allwaswell16

Length: 30k

Four years ago, Louis Tomlinson left the UK to live on an Antarctic research station for reasons best left in the past. He’s carved out a life for himself on the ice and has dedicated himself to his research, his friends, and especially the Halley VI research station. He’s less than thrilled when he learns that Harry Styles, a glaciologist from another base who once broke his heart, will be coming to Halley, and he’s definitely unprepared for the upheaval Harry brings with him.

Ao3, Chaptered, Completed

[larryfanfiction]

Black with Autumn Rain by whimsicule @whimsicule

Length: 93k

“Thank you,” Geoff says, taking a sip of his tea. “What did you tell him?”

Louis has a sip as well, lets the tea burn down his throat too quickly, too hot, and he feels it all the way down to his stomach. “The truth. Essentially,” he replies after a moment, licking his lips, relishing the slightly bitter taste of the brew that’s never quite strong enough for Louis’ liking. At least it’s not decaf. “That my dog scented it. That I didn’t touch the body. That I came here first thing.”

Geoff nods pensively. “Did he believe you?”

“Probably not. There’s only so many people who can drown on dry land before it gets fishy.”

or: Harry is a journalist, Louis has lots of secrets and the moors aren’t exactly the ideal place to rekindle a lost romance.

Ao3, Chaptered, Completed, Must Read

[larryfanfiction]

Perfect Storm by cherrystreet

Length: 80k

Harry puts his hands over his face. “Louis, we forgot to get another room.”

“What?!”

“We forgot. To reserve. A second. Room.” Deep breath. “We’re still sharing.”

“How could you forget to do that?!” Louis asks, stomping his foot. “Fuck!”

“I’m sorry,” Terri says slowly. “Is there something wrong with your reservation?”

Harry frowns, staring at Louis. “Wait, why was it my responsibility to get another room? The first room is under my name. Technically, it’s mine.”

“You wanna fucking keep everything ?” Louis sneers. “The hotel room, the iPad, the series collection of Scrubs , the window seat on the plane--”

“ You had the window seat! And I didn’t take the iPad! It’s in the drawer next in the nightstand next to the bed, for God’s sake.”

“--so the least you can do is get another room. Now.”

What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.

Harry and Louis choose the latter.

Ao3, Chaptered, Completed

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Breakup Fics

I want to be incredibly specific about this post so pay attention: a lot of fics have a breakup occur in the plot line, but this is a fic rec of purely one shots or fics that purely only revolve around a breakup. 

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deleted your number (so i can’t call you) by tofiveohfive {not rated, 9k, angst, happy ending, slight Uni AU, previous established relationship} 

Harry wakes up to a voicemail.

It’s Saturday morning and it’s raining, a barely there drizzle. He sees the notification as soon as he picks up his phone from the bedside table, bleary eyes making it hard to distinguish the words. He’s got a few instagram mentions, a couple unread texts, but what really stands out is the “Missed Call and Voicemail”.

From Louis.

Or the ten hours before Harry comes home to Louis, and the five hours after he does.

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