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I posted 1,430 times in 2022
That's 1,430 more posts than 2021!
197 posts created (14%)
1,233 posts reblogged (86%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
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@steveshellfire
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I tagged 384 of my posts in 2022
#steve harrington - 99 posts
#my thoughts collection - 56 posts
#copied from main - 41 posts
#steddie - 32 posts
#my fiction library - 27 posts
#eddie munson - 14 posts
#the stevie h agenda - 8 posts
#my answered letters - 5 posts
#my art gallery - 4 posts
#stranger things - 4 posts
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#and going back to this story over and over again. yes she dies but she becomes a spirit of air and will reach heaven if she does good deeds
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
eddie started high school knowing about the harrington family; his uncle had a few choice words to say about how they treated those with fewer advantages and how they were best avoided.
as he went through high school, he started hearing about one specific member of the harrington family in particular, from overhearing gossip in the corridors and cafeteria, from the school newspaper.
walking around school, he saw a lot of steve harrington. saw another pretty boy thinking high school popularity was everything.
and while steve never pushed eddie around or called him slurs, his friends certainly did, as steve just watched.
he always stared at him, dared steve to do anything, to help, to hurt. to end the bullying in some way.
outside those confrontations, eddie was too busy to care about steve harrington. too busy trying to keep up his grades and dealing and running hellfire and practising with corroded coffin.
so he didn't care when steve started going out with nancy wheeler.
he didn't wonder if steve could ever look at him like that. he didn't wonder what it would be like to kiss him, or run his fingers through the famous hair.
pining over straight boys that stood around watching as he got beat up could never end happily.
eddie had been forced to be good at being realistic from an early age. maybe he could get the happy ending in dungeons and dragons, but not in high school.
and he had a lot else to focus on. retaking his senior year, finding new outcasts for hellfire, making sure that wayne didn't have to carry all the weight in providing for the two of them.
eddie had no time over to think about some pretty boy, not even when that pretty boy falls from grace.
not even when the pretty boy shows up with a beat-up face. not even when the pretty boy is the subject of all the gossip he overhears.
but then summer comes.
but then his friends bring him to the new mall.
but then he sees steve in a sailor getup that is as ridiculous as it is scandalous.
and eddie might be good at being realistic when he has to, but he has always been a dreamer.
and the steve working at scoops ahoy is not the steve that stood to the side in high school.
so eddie ditches his friends to get some ice cream.
(steve's pov)
342 notes - Posted November 14, 2022
#4
can’t stop thinking about how steve and eddie had the most homoerotic and sexually charged first meeting ever
i mean, a broken bottle to the throat? hot damn
422 notes - Posted November 16, 2022
#3
steve started high school knowing who eddie munson was; his father had all too much to say about the residents of the trailer park and how steve would do best if he avoided them.
as he went through high school, he continued hearing a lot about eddie munson, from tommy h and carol, from his teammates, from the flirtatious girls that tried to entice him with gossip.
eating in the cafeteria, he heard a lot from eddie munson himself too. some, he even quietly agreed with.
and while tommy and his teammates might push eddie around in the hallways and call him slurs, steve never did.
he was always too busy trying not to draw attention to himself, trying not to look at all the things he found captivating about eddie.
steve was too busy trying not to be any of the words his father would happily throw around when he was unhappy with his son; a queer, a faggot, a fairy.
so he found a girl that reminded him just enough of eddie munson to distract him.
nancy wheeler, with her dark curls but wrong coloured eyes, with her brilliant mind but different interests.
it worked, for a while.
steve had always been good at acting, so he tricked himself into believing that what he felt for her was romantic love; something he had never felt for a woman before.
and nancy gave him a lot more distractions than he had ever asked for. distractions, and new fears, and scars, and nightmares.
steve gives all of himself in return. or as much of himself as he can, when he's trying to find a new role to replace the one he left behind.
the steve who spent time with tommy h and carol, the steve who desperately tried to make his father proud, had ceased to exist.
the steve who tried not being any of the words his father called him had not.
but then nancy gets drunk and spill her thoughts on their relationship, on him.
but then dustin henderson drags him into going after monsters again.
but then his father gets enough of him.
and steve finds himself selling ice cream while wearing a sailor uniform. and he finds himself working alongside a girl that makes him feel like he doesn't have to be acting.
and after successfully forgetting all about eddie munson, steve finds himself face to face with him.
because who else would order ice cream minutes before closing, if not eddie?
(eddie's pov)
560 notes - Posted November 12, 2022
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steve who used to doodle during class because it helped him pay attention but it was always abstract so he doesn't consider himself talented at art
he thinks art is supposed to look like something since that's what art class was like and all the famous paintings he knows portray something and the only artist he knows - will - portrays things
but then he's letting eddie borrow some of his old notes to help him graduate after everything and eddie asks about the doodles and steve can explain how every single one connects to what the teacher was saying and how he was feeling
eddie thinks it's amazing that steve is an artist and steve is all flustered and confused because he never thought of it like that but eddie goes on a small rant about how art doesn't have rules and then lets steve borrow some art supplies (used for miniatures and colour coded notes and maps for dungeons and dragons)
steve draws how eddie makes him feel while eddie studies and then gives him the drawing before leaving
578 notes - Posted November 16, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Eddie is not a morning person; it takes approximately an hour for his brain to fully wake up. It's usually not a problem, but it's the first time that Steve stayed over so when Eddie walks into the kitchen to find him making breakfast, he thinks he's still dreaming.
Especially because Steve is only in underwear and a borrowed t-shirt, looking far more comfortable than someone in an unfamiliar kitchen should.
It feels all too natural to slide up behind Steve, rest his head on his shoulder to peer down on what's cooking, and slide bare hands under his shirt to rest on the warm softness of his stomach.
Eddie is in domestic bliss for half a second before he realises that Steve has paused, and suddenly he's snapped awake.
"Shit- Sorry-" The words fall over each other as he begins untangling himself.
"No, it's nice." Steve punctuates the sentence with a small, decisive nod, as if the reason he paused was to think about if he liked the situation and not because Eddie made him uncomfortable. "Stay."
Eddie is the one to pause now, but he slowly gets back to his original position and tests out the water by nuzzling into Steve's neck.
Steve hums and goes back to making breakfast for them, as if this isn't a big deal.
Eddie isn't completely sure that he isn't still dreaming.
941 notes - Posted November 22, 2022
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hi i wanted to ask since your requests are open but can u write abt jjk guys (gojo, geto and maybe megumi as well) and how it would be like arguing with them? thank youuu~
ARGUMENTS WITH JJK MEN ˚｡𖦹
featuring. gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro x reader
warnings. cursing on toji's :)
note. hi nonnie, megumi's been done and you can just click right there to be directed to the said post — so, i'm going to change him to his father jsksdjdk. anyways, i'm so sorry this came out so late, i hope you like it. i was going to focus on my 1k event but then i realized that i'm holding up the requests in my inbox, so i'm going to try to upload them together one by one. / and ngl, i just did my nails done for the first time, aND I AM STRUGGLING TO DO ANYTHING. including typing, but i'm trying my best skdjs.
GOJO SATORU. arguments with him are just plain loud. for instance, we all know how gojo is, he'd be so petty during arguments. despite that though — i feel like he won't ever raise his voice at you, he's petty, yes. but he won't do anything that could scare you, raising his voice.
believe me when i say that he won't back down when he isn't in the wrong. he will argue back if you're wrong; and even with all that banter, both you and gojo will always resolve it together. he won't let you leave or turn away to discard the argument. gojo hates it when you give him the silent treatment — so he tries his best to not let you leave unless everything is talked about, face to face.
"satoru, i'm just saying that i didn't mean to do that. okay? i didn't even realize it!" you tell him, voice loud and bold.
gojo looks at you, brows furrowed, "this is the second time y/n, i'm sure you realize that — you're not a child anymore." you grumbled under your breath.
the past few days have been stressful. hectic for you. you knew though it wasn't an excuse, but when things get too caught up — you lose track of things, and honestly, you wanted nothing to do but to sleep and take a rest. work has been taking a big toll on you, both mentally and physically — and you can't bring yourself to argue with gojo right now.
"satoru, i know. it's just, things have been stressful at work. i'm sorry i forgot to turn off the stove," you tell him genuinely sorry that you almost, possibly burn the whole house down if he hadn't been the one to realize that, "i'm sorry, okay?"
his gaze softened. regaining control over the rhythm of his breathing, gojo reaches out to you, "d'you wanna talk about it?"
you shook your head, "i just wan' to sleep, satoru. i'm tired." he buries his nose into your hair before tossing you over his shoulder, you didn't complain at the way he decided to carry you — you just wanted to go to bed and sleep the night away.
the male held you close as he climbed your shared bed, "'m sorry too," he mumbles, grazing his lips over your forehead.
"you don't have to be, it's my fault for being reckless," you replied, draping an arm over his torso, clutching his black shirt, "can we sleep now?"
gojo chuckles, "mhm. good night," he whispers, "i love you."
you smiled at him, burying your face into his chest, "good night 'toru. i love you more."
GETO SUGURU. arguments with geto can be pretty frustrating, although he never raises his voice at you. he just knows what to say, and he's always right too. whether it being about you forgetting to throw the trash out (once), or you being forgetful about some things — geto just knows the right words to say to you, without making you feel like you're doing something wrong.
see, the thing is in the house. you both divided your chores, geto does the dishes, and the mopping. you do the laundry and vacuuming. while the morning trash is yours, and he does it nightly.
he's usually never in the wrong. most of the time. but when he is, he will admit so. in conclusion, you don't argue with him often, because he will apologize if he knows he did something wrong. but this was on rare occasions.
today is one of those rare occasions. you swore you had left the house clean — and you remembered throwing the trash before you leave for work. yet, here he was, asking you about it.
"suguru, i promise i threw it in the morning. before i left for work," you tell him, taking off your shoes and putting it neatly on the shoe rack. having to come back home from work, you just wanted to eat dinner, have a nice warm bath, and sleep.
god, you hated arguments. you admitted that you sometimes forget to throw the trash out while rushing to go to work, but that was not intentional at all.
geto had asked your prior about it. you knew he wasn't sparking an argument, but the thing is — you remembered it well. going out of the door this morning while holding a plastic of waste, hell, you even remembered bumping into a neighbor on the way out.
"just . . . let me throw it out again—" geto has been awfully silent for the past few minutes, and when you approached the trash can, he immediately stops you.
his hand latching around your wrist gently as he pulls you over, "no, no. it's my fault, i remember now. i was the one who threw that in the trash can after you left," he said to you in an apologetic tone, "'m sorry."
you shook your head, "it's okay, it's just a misunderstanding. and it's not like you intentionally forgot about it, right?" he nods his head mutely, pulling you into a silent embrace, "y'okay sugu?"
"the next time i do that — i want you to smack me in the face, okay?" you chuckled, placing a wet kiss onto his lips.
TOJI FUSHIGURO. i don't know how to say it — he's just accepts his fate and does whatever you want him to do. he thinks arguments are a complete waste of time, it's not like he likes arguing with you in the first place. he just doesn't see a point to it since he never initiates the talking; you always do. but that's because he did things that sparked the said argument. you reap what you sow.
toji can be lazy sometimes. scratch that. most of the time. clothes sprawled out in the living room, on the kitchen counter which he claimed he forgot when he was grabbing water, on the couch, on the headboard of your bed, on the bathroom sink. and honestly, he's a grown man — he knows better than that.
"toji, how many times do i have to tell you—"
"put the dirty laundry in their place, yeah, y'reminded me that like . . . three times today." he grumbled under his breath as he yawned out loudly.
"then why are you still leaving them everywhere? god, this is so childish! it's like 'm taking care of a fucking baby," toji lets out a sigh, "i'm so tired of telling you over and over again. you're a grown man, why can't you act like one?"
toji's not dumb. he knows it's his mistake, and sometimes he genuinely forgets about leaving his shirt out while being too preoccupied with other things. he loves you, he really does. the last thing he'd like is you leaving him because he can't stop his habit of leaving his shirt everywhere.
he approaches you, taking the shirt out of your grip, "my fault."
"damn right it is. the next time i see another shirt, i swear to god, you're sleeping on the couch." you muttered out, crossing your arms — watching as the male meekly trotted into the bathroom where the laundry basket rested beside the bathroom cabinet.
"is that a threat?" he chuckles, peeking his head out.
"no. it's a warning."
he walks out of the bathroom, slithering an arm around your waist, hoisting you up onto his shoulder as he walked towards the couch. prepping you on his lap, "mm. noted, can you stop getting mad at me now?" he comments, grazing his finger over your neck.
and he did it again at night (and slept on the couch like you warned him, he still hates you for that).
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hiiii beloved ! already said that but im so so happy for you, you deserve it and so many more! let's go to 1 billion !!!!
stepbros!namjoon and jungkook, dumbfication, manipulation and dollification or bimbo reader idk totally up to u ! do and add what u want my love, i just know is going to be amazing 😌
and again, congrats peachy, love uuuu 🥳💜
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sjjsjhgvufdh hi baby 🥺 thank you so much !! 😩 i love you a lot lot lot <3 your support means the world to me ): 🤍
remember
When alone in the house, your stepbrothers play with you.
pairing: stepbrother!namjoon x fem!reader x stepbrother!jungkook
genre: step siblings au, smut
warnings: joon and jk are meanies (like assholes of the year award im not kidding (why is this hot tho)), pseudo incest, kind of dub-con, free-use??, manipulation, degradation, dumbification, crybaby reader 🥲, fingering, cum eating, 1k words.
a.n.: filth is my second name btw AND as always don't read if you don't like!!
This is part of my 2k milestone celebration! Here is the post for the drabble game if you want to participate and send in a request of yours! 🤍
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"What's the matter, mh?" Jungkook whispers in your ear, his fingers skillfully moving in your cotton panties, tracing your puffy clit. "Too stupid to form a simple sentence?" He mocks and you can't help the whine escaping your mouth right after.
Jungkook is being really unfair and mean, as usual. Nothing's new, except for the manly hand dancing in your underwear while your other stepbrother, Namjoon, is in the kitchen. It won't take long until he comes back into the living room.
It's exactly at that moment that you hear Namjoon's footsteps approaching, Jungkook's mouth beside your ear whispering to you again. "Remember, that's what you wanted," he smiles, knowing he has you wrapped around his finger.
He quickly grabs your chin and turns your head around in order to kiss your lips, exploring your mouth with his tongue. He backs away before Namjoon enters the room, keeping his hand at the right place where it belongs.
"What's wrong with y'all?"
You freeze when you hear your brother's deep voice, a scowl drawing on his face. His brows are frowned, looking disappointed, but he doesn't seem to want to stop Jungkook, not at all. You have the impression that he knew and didn't expect it to actually happen.
Jungkook's fingers penetrate you and you gasp loudly, tears forming in your eyes as you feel your pussy burn, fingers stretching you out really well.
You glance in Jungkook's direction, watery eyes asking for pity, begging for mercy. But that's what you wanted, wasn't it?
He doesn't have any pity for you, you realize, and so you turn your head back around, gaze shifting up to Namjoon's face. "I- I-" you begin, but miserably stop as Jungkook starts pumping in and out of your wet pussy. "I asked for it!" You finally squeak out, grasping on Jungkook's arm.
You open your legs wider despite you, your entire body on fire, Jungkook's fingers being too big for your own good. This one smirks at you, satisfied you listened to him and lied to Namjoon. Willingly or not, you did what he said because you're nothing more than his dumb little stepsister.
"I'm sorry, Joonie, I'm sorry," you sob out, apologizing because Jungkook has made you believe it was just all your fault. Sure, you're nowhere near against it, let's not lie, but you also feel like you're betraying Namjoon.
The last time you were alone in the house, Jungkook was locked up in his room playing on his Playstation and Namjoon was studying in his room, too.
You don't really remember how it happened, but it hadn't been long until you found yourself getting pounded into your mattress, crying fat tears under Namjoon.
You had almost lost any rational thoughts that day, only remembering his name that you were crying out each time his hand around your throat tightened or when his cock reached impossibly deep into you.
"No, you're not," Namjoon shakes his head, refusing your lame apology. He steps closer, placing himself just in front of you so you have to tilt your head up to look at him. "Do you know what you are, though?" He questions.
Your eyebrows knit together, confused. "No..." You mutter, shamelessly getting fucked by Jungkook's fingers. Your nails dig into his forearm and scratch his skin as you claw at it, leaving white trails and crescent forms behind.
Namjoon leans over and grabs your chin, his eyes boring into yours. "A stupid slut," he responds all too casually, his hot breath hitting your face.
Maybe he's right because the only thing you can answer is a moan as Jungkook finds your sensitive spot way too easily. Your mouth is agape and you whine in Namjoon's face. You should be embarrassed, but shame doesn't even make its way to your brain as you're too overwhelmed by the pleasure building up in your core.
"What did we do to deserve a brainless girl like you as our sister, huh?" Jungkook chuckles beside you while your gaze is still connected with Namjoon's, little pearls falling down on your burning cheeks.
"I'm sorry," you mumble, weak and defeated. Always sorry for something that isn't technically your fault. That hand didn't sneak in your panties by itself, someone's controlling it. And Namjoon didn't break into your room just like that, it was calculated.
In the end, it doesn't matter whose fault it is because you want it as much as they do.
"Stop fucking whining, you're annoying," Namjoon scolds and you close your mouth, really feeling ashamed now. "This is what you wanted, so fucking take it," he says with a firm voice, making your heart ache in your rib cage and your walls clench around Jungkook's long fingers.
Namjoon lets go of your face roughly and now Jungkook completely wrecks you, moving in and out of you and curling his fingers inside, his digits patting the spongy spot inside your pussy.
You move your legs apart until your feet dangle in the air, hands grasping on the cushions underneath, nails sinking into the material. You keep your mouth shut, but your whines are still heard as well as your sobs, hips bucking upward to meet your brother's hand.
"You're going to cum, aren't you, baby girl?" Jungkook wonders, but it's evident. Your thighs are shaking, your cunt can't stop clenching around him and your cries are amplifying. "God, you're sucking my fingers in like a slut."
Of course, it's after he says that that you feel your high approaching, knot in your stomach tightening. You can't keep your mouth closed anymore and moan out as your orgasm passes through you intensely.
You close your legs around his hand, now too sensitive to handle his fingers. You breathe heavily, looking at them with a blurry vision and damped cheeks from your tears.
Jungkook slowly retracts his hand away from your heat, licking his fingers clean from your cum. You have the feeling that this isn't finished, quite far from it, and you're soon proven right.
Namjoon pulls you up by your arm, only to shove you against the couch on your stomach after. "If you cry again, I won't have any other choice than to shut you up myself."
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[ phonography ] okkotsu yuuta x fem! reader
♡ contains: 1k+ words. MDNI, smut, mutual masturbation, phone sex, guided masturbation (?), vaginal fingering, male masturbation, dirty talk, established relationship, long-distance relationship
♡ summary: Yuuta believes that he isn't a pervert, that he has great self-control, and that no matter how long you two are apart, he can control his urges—turns out he's all wrong.
♡ end note: cross posting part 3/6 of my yuuta’s bday bash. happy birthday my love ♡
By any means, Yuuta isn't a pervert.
He isn't horny all the time, isn't always sex deprived – your boyfriend isn't always that addicted to the feeling of your skin and limbs tangling with his.
To the feeling of your lips on his, eyes fixed on him, hands melting against his own – he doesn't yearn for your body all the time, you know that too.
“I need you baby, please. Can't take it anymore” his voice staggers, for a minute you thought he's in grave danger, that he's on the brink of death, not until you heard the sound of slicks and his low grunts from the phone.
He isn't a pervert, you know that all too well, but apparently during these times where you're both far apart from each other, he felt vulnerable, felt hopeless and lost without you.
Which is pretty hilarious, since he's the strongest (after Gojo of course) and yet he can't do one little task.
“Where are you y/n?” he sounded so desperate, with the tone in his voice, you could only imagine what his expression would be like.
Sweat beading into his forehead, eyes shut close from frustration, head leaned back on the headboard, hands lazily wrapped around his exposed length.
“I just got home, I'm at the front door right now.”
“Could you go to our bedroom and get on the bed right now, take off your clothes and panties for me, pretty girl.”
The power he had on you, even if he's nowhere to be seen right now, even if his presence is nothing more than just his voice from the phone – he still had the same effect on you, still had the lingering dominance in his words that you can't help but feel your knees shaking, trembling.
Without so much as a second thought, your feet dragged you into the bedroom, taking two flights of stairs at a time. If you weren't horny earlier, well now you are, he's a fucking curse really.
“Are you there yet?” you managed to pull yourself all the way to the bed, pants and underwear discarded somewhere around the bedroom floor.
You heard Yuuta's sharp intake of breath, you can sense the urgency in his voice, desperation pouring from his tone, you can feel just how much torture he's going through – the need to cum, to feel you.
“Yes baby, what do you want me to do? Want me to help you? Want me to guide you?”
It's hurting you more than it is to him, the way you could almost picture your boyfriend on the verge of tears had you clenching your thighs, no matter how much it seems nonsensical for him to be this way – you can't help it, the man you loved is just on the other side of the phone, of the world.
And you, his girlfriend, couldn't help him from something as trivial as this, distance is a fucking bitch.
“N-no, I just want you to stick a finger in your cunt f’me tell me how it feels, please.”
Nodding at his order, which is pretty useless since he can't see you, your fingers slid from your stomach into your folds, letting the pads of your finger collect your slick before easing it into your hole.
You moaned, it isn't enough but it makes your head swirl, not enough to soothe your loneliness but this’ll work, for the meantime that is.
“Yuu, f-feels good” he took a sharp breath, quivering, your voice sounds so angelic and so erotic – God, it's so much better if he's here. Your finger moved in and out, plunging inside your inviting walls so sweetly.
“C-can I add another finger please Yuu, want ‘em” fuck, fuck, fuck you sound so sweet, so cute when you beg. You're already begging when he isn't even doing anything yet.
“Put another f’me, curl them nicely mkay, imagine it's my fingers” you obeyed, letting you middle finger ease inside your gummy walls, curling it upwards just like what he always do, just what he does when he's present.
Think about how he does it instead, his mouth slating against yours. Licking every nook and cranny, swallowing your moans – his fingers working it's magic on your pussy. Grazing every spot inside you, it's ridiculously addicting.
Your thumb went straight to your clit, massaging the little pearl, letting out a moan of ‘Fuck, Yuu need y’so bad’, Yuuta made quick work to fist his cock, hands gripping the base harshly while listening intently to the obscene sounds you're making.
“Grind your pussy on those fingers baby, don't cover your moans. Lemme hear ‘em, lemme hear your pretty moans baby” his words work like magic, your hips rubbed against your fingers, making it plunge deeper into you, it feels good, so so good.
Yuuta tilted his head back, his hand gripping the phone. He fears that the more he listens to you he's going to break it any moment now.
Your voice sounded so hot that he could see how you'd look like right now, sitting prettily on the center of the bed – skin glistening from sweat, hips grinding against your palm desperately, staring at him with those puppy eyes – oh fuck, he'd fuck you right there if he could.
Still, it wasn't enough. It'll never be enough.
“Pretty, do you hear me?” You’re so lost in pleasure that his voice just passes from one ear to another and you can't seem to hear anything other than how your pussy makes such embarrassing noises, dripping with slick, so wet.
“Yuu, m’gonna cum”
“No!”
Your mouth hangs open, shocked and surprised – you slowed your movements, listening to his voice, more focused now.
“M’sorry yuu, just miss you s’much, ca-can’t do anything without you” he heard you sniffle, he stroked his cock fast and hard, fuck fuck fuck, he can't hold on much longer.
“Shit, no no baby it's ‘kay, I just can't hear anything, can you please put your phone near your pussy?”
“O-okay” You remained still for a minute, feeling awkward by his request but you obeyed nonetheless.
You placed your phone near your fingers, continuing what you were doing earlier. Free hands palmed your breasts, tweaking the hard nipple against your fingers, shit you're not gonna last long.
“Ah, mhm Yuu gonna cum, please Yuu can I cum, please let me cum.”
“Yes yes yes, go ahead baby cum, scream my name okay”
With another stroke of your fingers, your body trembled, orgasm washing over you screaming the words he so badly wanted to hear – Yu-Yuuta! – He soon followed, panting and grunting before he spilled his load, making a mess over his fingers and some spilled on his bare stomach.
It still feels lacking, a bit lonely after Yuuta has cleared his mind – he feels like a loser, even if you're just at the other side of the phone.
He's used to having you, having you just beneath his fingers, so when he's called in again for an overseas mission, he thought he'll last – turns out, he's wrong.
“Y/n...”
Silence.
“Y/n? Baby?”
He heard you snore, snoozing soundly, yeah, he remembers you fall asleep so easily after sex.
Sighing, he smiled to himself an image of you sleeping so cutely flashed through his mind – he should really finish this mission, urgently. Probably after he finishes cleaning up.
“Sleep well pretty girl, I miss you.”
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Love Me Out Loud
Pairing: Mingyu x fem!reader
Featuring: BooSeokSoon, the rest of team ENFJ, Kim Taehyung, Irene/Joohyun, Younghee
Synopsis: Kim Mingyu was your first, but to him, he was for sure you were his endgame. One year out from university, no one expected you to be dating the former campus heartthrob. It's why you had to hide it from everyone – Mingyu's 14.5K Instagram followers, at least. However, the return of your childhood best friend Kim Taehyung to Seoul for a wedding, forces Mingyu to rethink the secrecy of your whole relationship.
Genre: Fluff, angst, smidgen of crack, established relationship, secretbf!mingyu, medschoolgrad!reader, childhood bestfriend!taehyung, bestfriend!younghee, title inspired by Chungha's Love Me Out Loud
Warnings: Use of profanity, mentions of food and alcohol, inaccurate statistics about couples, lack of communication, insecurities, yes I chose cliché wedding songs . . . I think that's it?
WC: ~14.6K
A/N: Surprise 🤡 This fic was inspired by Mingyu's IG thirst photos. Also . . . high-key low-key me projecting my beef with him onto the couple in this au😳 I deeply apologize in advance if the main conflict of this fic is kind of stupid 😭 I needed to . . . uh, vent out some steam :') Only Kim Mingyu can make me feel this deeply to the point where I can smash out almost 15K words in three sittings, despite recently declaring Vernon (and maybe Jihoon) as my new biases . . . (I am not proud).
I was this close to throwing out this fic, but @onlymingyus encouraged me to follow through with it, so here's the final result. Thank you for believing in my hot recycling writing when I can't, fam 😭
Other things: Per usual, this is unedited, so I'm sorry for any grammar and error mistakes. One of these days when I'm feeling ambitious, I will come back and fix them. This will probably be my last update in a while! I have a couple big exams coming up I need to focus on. I also need to work on those 1K fic drabbles (and finishing my 2 other series 🤡)! I'll be lurking around simping over Vernon, but for the most part, I'll see you all on the other side in a few weeks, hopefully having passed my exams with flying colors and with some new stories and updates in hand.
Last, Kim Mingyu if you're reading this: Sir, please love me back in my dreams at the bare minimum!!! 😭💔 #iykyk
Permanent taglist: @sleeplessdawn @woozarts @wonuziex @rockwidthyou @bibinnieposts @jeonghanniehae95
“He looks like a . . . a fuck boy.”
Her brows knitted together with a frown set on her lips, Younghee sank down into the wooden chair and shot you a concerned look. Mirroring her disappointment, though for different reasons, you pouted and lowered the image of your new boyfriend closer to your chest. Silently, you clicked the side button of your phone that turned your screen black.
“He’s not,” you mumbled, your feelings hurt that your best friend would think you were that dumb to fall for a fuck boy.
Younghee let out a heavy sigh, running her hands through her long wavy black hair. She tucked a loose strand behind her ear and clasped her hands together, tilting her head curiously to the side. “What’s his name again?”
“Mingyu,” you replied promptly, “Kim Mingyu.”
“Kim Mingyu, Kim Mingyu, Kim Mingyu,” she repeated like a mantra, tapping her chin curiously. She narrowed her eyes, “The name sounds familiar.”
“He . . . went to the same uni as me,” you added – not that it mattered a whole lot. Younghee didn’t know many of your friends from university as she didn’t attend with you when the both of you graduated from high school. Rather, she went down her own unique path, opting to attend culinary school and now owning her own bakery. Busy with your post-graduation and adult lives, the two of you hardly found the time to sit down like this and catch up anymore – it’s almost been a year since you last saw Younghee and had a lot to update her on, your relationship Mingyu being the main new occurrence.
Sucking in a sharp breath, she asked, “I don’t remember you talking about him.”
“That’s because I didn’t,” you cleared your throat and took a long sip of your own drink before replying. “We didn’t run in the same circles – I mean, we did, he’s friends with Seokmin and Seungkwan, but I was hardly around when he was because ya know, medical school is busy . . . We met after I graduated.”
“Ah,” Younghee nodded slowly.
“He’s really nice – a sweetheart,” you volunteered. You rubbed your arm, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “Treats me well . . . and s-stuff.”
“I mean, I hope he does,” Younghee replied. She shrugged and turned back to her iced coffee, twirling the straw nonchalantly as the ice sloshed against one another inside.
You frowned and let out a heavy sigh. Your shoulders slumped forward. “What don’t you like about him already? You haven’t even met him yet”
“I never said I didn’t like him.”
“You said he was a fuck boy and keep giving me these weird looks.”
Younghee rolled her eyes. She hated how observant you were at the wrong times. “I said he looked like a fuck boy,” she pointed at your phone, “And I don’t know? It’s the air, the vibe, about him in his pictures? He’s definitely good-looking and you can tell he knows it – it’s like . . . arrogant?”
“He’s not–”
“And don’t lie to me, you can tell, the man has had bitches before you.”
“Okay and? We’re nearing our thirties, haven’t we all dated someone at this point?”
“You’ve never dated anyone before Mingyu and there’s a chance that there will be bitches after you.”
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that,” you scoffed. As much as you loved your best friend, she was quick to judge and did not know how to filter herself at times. “Also, I did date before this! There was –”
Younghee pointed at you, her eyes wide and playful as she was trying to make a point. “Hoseok doesn’t count – you both were so shy, nothing came about it.”
Annoyed, you pressed your lips tightly, waiting for Younghee to finish rattling off nonsense about Mingyu. She wasn’t wrong per se, but she also wasn’t right. Mingyu was one of three major heartthrobs at your university, and unironically, they were best friends with one another: Kim Mingyu, Joshua Hong, and Lee Chan. Like those cheesy coming-of-age movies set in high school, people gawked at them in the hallways while they blessed everyone with their presence. Women flocked in their direction at parties, hoping at a shot to be their companion for the night, or perhaps even the next few months.
They each had their own charms, it just depended on what you preferred. Joshua Hong was the soft “indie” type. Seemingly lost in his own thoughts, daydreaming and sketching away in his notebook or strumming his guitar during his free time, the former Film major was quite the romantic. He was warm, kind, and soft-hearted. He was the owner of the gentle tinkling laugh that had women and men alike on their knees. Lee Chan was the youngest, but the boldest, of the trio. Effortlessly, funny and shameless, he was quite the flirt; yet known to be quite serious when it came to studies. And last: Kim Mingyu – arguably the most popular out of the three of them. He was a man written by a woman: Handsome, tall, well-built, respectful, and friendly. His photos on Instagram surmounted hundreds of likes within hours of posting them. Rumor had it that brands had offered him deals for modeling, but he always turned them down, opting to focus on pursuing his career in architecture instead. He was practically a university socialite, though that did come with a downside.
“Are you done?” you asked when you saw Younghee lean back into her chair and crossed her arms over her chest.
She nodded. “All I’m saying is you need to be careful with men who look like him. Looks can be deceiving.”
“I understand where you’re coming from and thank you for your concern,” you sucked in a sharp breath, “But . . . give him a chance? Mingyu’s . . . the first guy I’ve really liked in a long time.” You peered up at Younghee through your lashes, gnawing at your bottom lip. “I also thought he was going to be like that in university, up to when Seungkwan first introduced us: arrogant, only here for an ego boost and to play with me and go about his life, but . . . I don’t know, he has his flaws, but something’s . . . different about him. I promise.”
Younghee eyed you curiously, chewing the tip of her straw between her pearly white teeth. She turned your words in her head over and over like she was observing a stone in her hand. To her, Mingyu was an interesting shift from your type, which you had claimed your last crush, Hoseok, was. He wasn’t ugly, but from the first look, you knew that wasn't all there was to him like Mingyu. Hoseok was cheerful – he added color to your dull, gray life. His style was definitely unique to put it kindly, but he was supportive and got along well with all of your friends, especially Seokmin. She hadn’t met him yet, but one look at the picture of Mingyu wearing a black T-shirt reading, “ART THAT KILLS,” and coyly looking at the camera while putting on his headphones was enough to set off alarms in her head.
Younghee let out a sigh and dropped her empty plastic cup onto the table. Her lips contorted as her eyes wandered around the cafe before they landed on you. Reaching over to place her hand over your clasped ones, she leaned in, trying to read your face. Clearly, you were upset with her. She wasn’t sure if you were just so far up Mingyu’s ass that you didn’t see the red flags, or maybe, she was wrong and Mingyu really was a good guy, so you genuinely did like him.
“How long have the two of you been dating again?” Younghee asked.
“Seven months,” you mumbled.
She nodded. It was a sizable amount of time and you usually did have a good read on people to break things off before they got toxic – but maybe Kim Mingyu was a different breed. “And why is that I’m only finding out about him now? As your best friend, I kind of expect you to blow up my phone the day you made it official.”
“We agreed to keep it on the down-low,” you played with your thumbs, avoiding her eyes. Your mind flitted to the day, Mingyu and you talked about it on his old beat up blue couch. You still remembered the way his hands gingerly crept up to caress your own, his eyes silently pleading you to give him a chance. “A secret, if you will?”
“But I’m your best friend,” Younghee frowned. She felt her stomach churn, though she was trying to keep calm and let you explain your side of the story before she misunderstood.
“You are!” you exclaimed, covering her hands with yours now. You folded your thumbs over her fingers. “B-but for my sake, I chose to keep it a secret and I asked him to do the same – he was only doing what I asked him to do . . . Not many people knew about us. Only Seungkwan, Soonyoung, and Seokmin really did – Seungkwan set us up anyhow. Mingyu only told his friends recently too.”
“Okay,” Younghee replied slowly, “Why did you want to keep it a secret then?”
“I - I . . . Mingyu is, err, famous?” you offered.
“All of it in one go, girlie, don’t stutter,” Younghee encouraged you, “I won’t understand otherwise.”
You huffed out a breath, blowing off the fringes in your eyes. “This is so cliche,” you muttered, “But Mingyu . . . was the, uh, ‘campus heartthrob’ at our university. A lot of people liked him and, uh, you were right, he dated a lot of people before me. With those people, he . . . was very vocal about his relationship with them on Instagram – you know, like, posting cute couple pictures and stuff. You knew when they were together, and you knew when they weren’t anymore, or when he found someone else. As much as I like him, I don’t want everyone from university who follows him to be all up in my business – especially since we graduated already. I-I like my privacy and the small world I built in university. You know too, I hardly use my IG account.”
“Anything else?” Younghee offered, giving you the space to add any sparing details.
Biting your bottom lip, you replied, “I’m also scared about how my parents, especially my mom, will react when they find out I’m dating Mingyu . . . You know how they are.”
“You didn’t even tell your mom!?” Younghee exclaimed.
“I know I’m almost twenty-six and I shouldn’t be scared of my mother, but I am,” you wailed, burying your head in your arms. “I wanted to be sure before I introduced Mingyu to them, let alone, tell them about him because I’m scared they’ll give the same scolding you did – but worse.”
Younghee let out a chortle. She rounded the table to sit in the seat next to you, pulling your form into her arms. “You’re the cutest.”
“Stop finding joy in my misery,” you whined.
“But in all seriousness,” Younghee rubbed circles into your back, “I get it now. It makes sense why you kept it from me, especially when we run such opposite lives – you at the hospital and me at my bakery.”
You nodded, letting out a soft hum. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. Though,” Younghee started teasingly. You glowered at her in annoyance, only eliciting a playful smile dancing on her lips, “You must really like him if you’re this cautious and scared.”
You shrank back against the window. “I’m just . . . not sure he feels the same. What if I do like him more than he likes me?”
“What makes you think that?”
“He’s Kim Mingyu, and I’m me – I didn’t see this coming.”
“Did he approach you, or did you approach him?”
You thought for a bit. “The former.”
“And what made you cave in?”
“ . . . Seungkwan?”
“You dated him for Seungkwan?”
You shook your head furiously. “No, no, no – I, um . . . Mingyu . . . after we met at Seokmin’s birthday party, we, uh, hung out a few times – as friends, friends only. But one day, he just casually asked me out on a date.”
“And how does Seungkwan play into all of this?” Younghee shook her head.
“At first I told him no because I thought he was joking, but he was persistent. The first time turned into a second, then a third, then a fourth. I thought he’d give up by the fifth time, but he asked again, and he probably told Seungkwan about it because shortly after, he gave me a good long talk,” you peered up Younghee, “You know, Seungkwan and his long talks.”
Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she chuckled and replied, “I know them the best.”
“But yeah,” you said in a small voice, perching your chin meekly on your hand.
“Well, I think he’d be blind not to like you as much as you like him,” Younghee reassured you.
You scoffed. “You’re obligated to say that as my best friend.”
“Y/N,” Younghee rolled her eyes, “You’re ambitious, pretty, humble, easygoing – you’re a fucking doctor for heaven’s sake. You’re everyone’s dream girl. Give yourself some credit.”
“I don’t know, Younghee,” you muttered.
Younghee wanted to shake you. As amazing as you were, your insecurity was one of the things that always seemed to get the best of you. It made her heartache that after all your achievements at such a young age, you still succumbed to self-doubt. If only you saw you through her eyes.
“When do I get to meet this ‘Kim Mingyu’?” Younghee asked, hoping to get your mind off of things.
“You . . . want to meet him?” you asked nervously instead.
She nodded. “I need to scope him out – make sure, he’s not here to play with my best friend’s heart.”
“Oh god – don’t. Soonyoung already gave him a hard enough time,” you chuckled at the memory of Soonyoung’s shocked expression when the two of you showed up hand-in-hand, the older man eventually pulling Mingyu aside and giving what Mingyu described as a “stern dad warning.” “But I do really want you to meet him . . . and he wants to meet you too.”
“Oh?”
“I talk a lot about you to him,” you nudged her in her ribs.
Younghee smiled and pulled you into another hug. “I’m happy for you, truly – though, I don’t trust Mingyu 100% yet. Come by the bakery after work or on the weekend sometime. We’re gonna play on my turf.”
“Younghee,” you warned, jokingly.
As you pulled away, your phone lit up, Mingyu’s caller ID, a photo of him with his dog Bobpul that he insisted on, displaying on the screen. Younghee wiggled her eyebrows at you playfully.
“Hello?” you answered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Younghee moved to press her ear next to your phone, hoping to also catch a word or two from your boyfriend.
“What are you doing right now? Where are you?” Mingyu asked softly. His voice was rasp and low as if he just woke up from a nap.
“I’m meeting with Younghee, remember?” you peered up at your best friend. She smirked at you, lightly slapping your shoulder in excitement.
Mingyu let out a soft hum. You heard ‘poof’ in the background, assuming he rolled onto his back and collapsed on his bed. “How much longer are you gonna be there? Do you work today? I miss you – I want to see you.”
“I don’t work today, but I was hoping to spend more time with Younghee,” you side glanced at her, heat creeping across your cheeks. She was angrily holding up her two pointer fingers in a cross, suggesting you cancel your plans and run home to Mingyu. You rolled your eyes and shoved her away. “You know I only get to see her every few months and I saw you two days ago.”
“Mmm . . . it’s been too long though,” Mingyu groaned.
“I’ll see you tonight? After the movie?” you offered.
“I wanna see you now,” he chuckled.
“Gyu.”
“Y/N.”
“You are insufferable,” you chortled.
“But you’re stuck with me, so,” you could just picture him skittishly shrugging his shoulders.
“I’ll come over after, okay?”
“Okay,” he pouted jokingly, “Don’t be too long, love.”
“Bye, Gyu.”
“Bye.”
When you ended the call, you were met with Younghee’s shit-eating grin. A moment of silence passed before she erupted in a thunder of squeals and giggles.
“You two are so gross, but so cute!” she latched onto your arm. “‘Love’? What other pet names does he have for you? Babe? Honey? Sweetheart?”
“Stop,” you groaned, reaching for your purse. “Let’s just go to the movies.”
“Sure thing, love,” Younghee winked facetiously.
. . . .
As promised, you returned to Mingyu’s apartment that evening. Initially, you had only planned on staying a few hours before returning to your own home; however, like more times than not, he managed to convince you to stay the night. Hence, why you were lying in the crook of his arm on his bed, wearing one of his many black T-shirts that were much too large for you, the hem hitting you below mid-thigh.
Because Mingyu couldn’t sleep unless it was completely pitch black, there wasn't a trace of light. He had chosen a windowless bedroom, so not even the slightest sliver of moonlight would seep through. Your only sense of him was his large body half underneath you and the steady rise and fall of breathing.
“I told Younghee about us,” you muttered, tracing invisible circles into his abdomen.
Mingyu replied with a soft hum, followed by a sigh of relief. You felt him shifting underneath you, turning until you were laying on his bicep. You peered up at him through your lashes, the light from outside reflecting off his deep brown irises shining like stars. Mingyu’s hair was getting long as his messy dark bangs were starting to skim the tops of his lashes.
Mingyu reached over and brushed a few strands of loose hair from your face, letting his fingers linger a little longer along the curves of your cheeks. He gave you a small smile. “And?”
“Do you want me to be honest or do you want me to sugarcoat it a little?” you whispered.
His smile grew into a grin – he was already expecting to not be well-received by Younghee as you’ve told him she was rather blunt and critical. It took her almost half a year to warm up to Seokmin because she claimed he was too nice to be true. Especially in the case that he was your first boyfriend in a while, Mingyu knew he’d have to be more than ‘nice’ for Younghee to welcome him into your life.
Mingyu slipped his arms lower, wrapping them around your waist. He pulled you closer to him; you automatically placed both of your hands on his chest in efforts to create some distance between the two of you. It wasn’t that you didn’t like his physical affection, but rather, you weren’t used to someone being so clingy and touchy with you like this before.
“Lay it on me, love,” Mingyu whispered, tucking your head underneath his chin. “I have to hold you in case it hurts too much.”
“You can just hold me if you want to, Gyu,” you giggled.
“You’re my emotional support teddy bear,” he insisted.
You rolled your eyes. Nonetheless, you found yourself snaking your arms around his waist as well. “Younghee thought you looked like a fuck boy.”
“Hhmm,” Mingyu hummed. You could already picture the slight pout setting on his face. You knew he didn’t like it when people made this assumption about him based on his appearance.
“She’s . . . kind of nervous about you for me,” you continued to explain. It was as Mingyu expected, “But . . . I reassured her that you were good and she wants to meet you – but she thinks we’re gross.”
Mingyu let out a breathy chuckle. “Why?”
“When you called, she overheard you calling me ‘love’,” you squirmed a little in his hold.
“Do you think it’s gross?” Mingyu asked instead.
You pressed your lips into a tightline, answering his question with silence. Had you been an outsider watching the two of you, you might have said the same thing as Younghee: gross. However, admittedly, the pet names he gave you like, ‘love’ and ‘teddy bear’ made you feel warm and fuzzy inside – almost special if you will. There was a small voice inside of you that questioned if he did the same with his various past girlfriends.
You buried your face into his chest, the scent of floral laundry detergent filling your nostrils. He must’ve pulled this out of the dryer recently. You felt a rumble bubbling through his body as Mingyu let out another chuckle at your reaction. You had a feeling, he already knew what you were going to say. You’ve only been dating seven months, but he already read you so well.
“Kind of,” you finally replied, your voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt.
“I . . . don’t blame you,” he reassured you. He planted a brief kiss on the crown of your head, while rubbing your back. “We are kind of gross, but . . . I wouldn’t have it any other way. I like it when you call me ‘Gyu.’”
“It’s not that special of a nickname,” you pointed out.
“It is when you say it,” he immediately replied.
You were glad he couldn’t see you right now as your cheeks grew warm. Again, you found yourself burying your face deeper into his chest – as if it could take anymore of you. Simultaneously, you were silently cursing yourself for swooning so easily at each flirt he shot your way. You shouldn’t let him have this much of an effect on you. What happens when the honeymoon phase is over? Will he still be calling you ‘love’? Will you still feel this special for doing the bare minimum?
“What are you thinking about?” Mingyu asked, his voice soft.
“Nothing,” you lied.
“You’ve been quiet for a while now though.”
“I’m just getting tired,” you sighed. You pulled back from his chest, fluttering your eyes shut. “We should sleep.”
Because he didn’t want to argue, Mingyu chose to leave it at that. Perhaps another day he’ll ask what’s been keeping you so preoccupied. With a deep breath, Mingyu turned and tightened his grip on you, molding his body against yours. He could feel you moving in his arms, trying to find a position to get comfortable.
“Good night, Gyu,” you whispered when you had stopped turning.
“Good night, love,” Mingyu replied.
. . . .
You spun around at the familiar sound of his Leica camera shutter going off. Mingyu smiled softly, a fond look in his eyes as he admired the photo on the back screen. Placing the pumpkin spice candle back on the shelf, you shoved your hands in the pockets of your peacoat and walked over to him. Leaning over, you tiptoed peering over his shoulder looking on as well. The picture was of your profile as you read the label of the candle, your hair spilling over your shoulder. You knew Mingyu loved photography and you could appreciate it, but you couldn’t help but frown at the thought of him taking photos of you unaware. You just didn’t like taking pictures unless you had to; they made you uncomfortable, even if it was just Mingyu. Silently, you nudged his side, snapping him out of his musing. Mingyu lowered his camera and turned to face you, a nervous smile dancing on his lips.
“Gyu,” you said softly, “You know I don’t like pictures.”
“You looked nice though,” he mumbled.
You frowned at him.
“Candid pictures are the best,” he tried to convince you.
When you didn’t respond, only pressing your lips into a thin line and looking away, Mingyu finally relented with a soft sigh. He only wanted to love and appreciate you for who you were and that included taking pictures. He wanted to show you, you through his point-of-view; yet, you didn’t want it. Hooking the red camera strap around his neck, he reached over to place his hand on the crook of your elbow, tugging you closer towards him.
“Hey,” he said more firmly this time. You peered up at him silently through your lashes. “I’m sorry, okay? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but . . . I just like taking pictures of the people I love.”
Though you understood where he was coming from, it didn’t necessarily make you feel any better. Especially when the Instagram images of Mingyu with his previous girlfriends have flashed through your mind.
“You’re beautiful and I just want to remember small moments like this with you,” his hand trailed from your elbow, down your forearm, naturally fitting them into yours. He gave you a reassuring squeeze. “But if you really are against it, I’ll stop.”
Guilt flooded your system at his words – it was the same unsettling feeling you had when you had asked him to delete his first Instagram story of the two of you. It was a photo taken by Seungkwan, Mingyu’s arm wrapped loosely over your shoulder while your head was tucked away in the nape of his neck with your arm resting on his chest – a closer look would reveal the bashful smile on your face.
“Why?” Mingyu had asked innocently through the phone when you had anxiously called to ask him the favor.
“I just like my privacy,” you had simply told him. “I would also rather . . . uh, keep our relationship out of the . . . public eye right now,” you chuckled nervously, “On the down-low?”
It wasn’t a lie, but it also wasn’t the whole truth.
“Okay,” he replied. Little did you know, his heart sank a little. He was excited for your relationship when it started that late spring – as corny as it sounded, it was as if the cherry blossoms bloomed late that year, just for the two of you to come together. Nonetheless, Mingyu wanted to try and be understanding and accommodating – you weren’t quite like any of the other girls he dated previously. “For future references though . . . would you be comfortable if I post pictures of us? Photography,” Mingyu let out a breathy, but nervous chuckle, “It's kind of a hobby of mine and I like sharing the ones I took.”
You had taken a minute to reply, your mind running at 100 miles per hour, weighing the pros and cons of the situation. It was as if the course of your whole relationship flashed before your eyes, the end seemingly soo and grim.
“I-I . . . um, for now, let’s not,” you stuttered, “Maybe as we go along I’ll be more comfortable – just ask.”
But as time continued, the situation didn’t seem to get better. Similarly to today, you’d only get quiet when he took pictures of you, quickly reminding him not to post it on Instagram. Though he was curious if there was more of a reason beyond your privacy, Mingyu never dared to question you. Yet, it made you all the more guilty as time went on.
He loved photography and he loved you – Mingyu was an altruistic and rather pure soul, so you knew his words weren’t without substance. You didn’t want to cut him off from his passion either – refraining from sharing your relationship was already a huge sacrifice for him. Mingyu was extroverted, confident, and unafraid to show himself to the world, and this included his photos and you. For that, you loved him, but you wouldn’t want him to change that for you.
“It’s fine,” you finally muttered.
Mingyu frowned, unconvinced. “Is it though?”
You pulled away from his hold, though not letting go of his hand. “J-just . . . give me a heads up next time okay? Like ‘hey, babe, I brought my camera and I might snap a few pictures,’ okay?”
A mischievous smile replaced the sullen look on his face. He cocked a curious eyebrow in your direction. “Babe?”
You rolled your eyes. “That wasn’t the point I was trying to make.”
Mingyu nodded, acknowledging your point. “I know, I know – I’ll let you know next time.”
“Don’t post it on Instagram,” you added.
Mingyu felt his heart drop into his stomach, unsettled. It’s been seven months and most, if not all of your friends knew at this point. Were you still so worried? Nevertheless, he shooed away the turbulent feeling and nodded. “Promise.”
Looking down at your watch, you tugged Mingyu along towards the exit of the store. “C’mon, it’s almost time to meet Younghee.”
He sucked in a sharp breath, nervous.
You chuckled at him, “Just be you and she’ll love you.”
“I purposely wore this jacket instead of my leather one because I thought it wouldn’t make me look like a fuck boy,” he noted as you pushed open the door. A clang sounded through the store as you walked out, being met by the crisp air of autumn.
You paused in your steps, turning to him and grabbing either side of his collar. Pulling him towards you, you placed a chaste kiss on his lips. “Mr. Kim,” you teased, “I think we’re past the point in adulthood where you can refer yourself to a fuck boy.”
“Mr. Kim? Are we getting–”
You pecked his lips again to stop him before he could say anything suggestive. “We’re not in university anymore,” you explained, “Nor are we . . . the young adults we used to be.”
“Babe,” Mingyu interrupted, dragging on the word. “You don’t have to be in university to be called a ‘fuck boy’ – Joshua has a full-time job and I can assure you, he still is one!”
“But you’re Kim Mingyu and you aren’t one,” you tilted your head coyly at him.
He pouted, stomping his feet. “I’m just still . . . mildly offended that she would think that.”
“Admittedly, I showed her a very hot picture of you,” you joked, hoping to take the edge off of him. You patted away an invisible crease on his jacket.
Mingyu wrapped his arms around your waist. His eyes darkened as he leaned in, replying in a low voice, “Did you now?”
“I did,” you placed two fingers on his forehead and pushed him away, eliciting a whine from him. You chuckled and marched along. “Younghee doesn’t like people who run late, so we gotta hurry.”
For a moment, Mingyu watched you walk down the street, your hair swaying behind you. He was grinning stupidly and happily, and people were probably staring at him on the street, but he didn’t care. Serendipity was the best way to describe your presence in Mingyu’s life. To this day, he still wonders why he didn’t notice you then when the both of you still attended the same university, your friend groups even clashing through Seungkwan and Seokmin. Nevertheless, he was grateful to have you now. You had problems and differences, but he was hopeful the two of you could work them out. You had to – it’s what people who love each other do when things get hard.
When you were a good distance away and noticed the lack of Mingyu’s presence, you turned around, eyebrows furrowed at him still standing by the streetlamp where you left him. He was grinning, though you weren’t quite sure at what. Just as you were about to call his name, he came jogging in your direction. Immediately, he linked hands with you and marched forward towards Younghee’s bakery again. Though he paid no mind to you, you stared at his profile curiously. Sometimes, you wondered what went on in that pretty head of his.
. . . .
Mingyu liked to think that he was a confident man, always willing to stand up to a challenge. If there was anything he wanted to do, he could put his mind to it and see it through. Yet, sitting here in front of Younghee with coffees that had grown lukewarm and half-eaten cranberry scones on the table, his cheeks burned with shame, the feeling of failure settling in the bottom of his stomach like a rock sinking to the bottom of a lake. Even with your presence next to him, Mingyu couldn’t help but feel like he had just flunked one of his university exams – it was like that, but ten times worse because he knew that there were no revisions.
To put it plainly, rather than this being a pleasant meeting between new friends, Younghee had just grilled him and Mingyu stumbled through it like a rat lost in the sewers. Interestingly, however, the first meeting seemed to go differently for Younghee, your friend, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms over her chest, with a sly, but pleased smile dancing on her lips.
An uncomfortable silence ensued. Underneath the table, you felt the warmth of Mingyu’s hand previously resting on your thigh leave your leg, nervously clasping his hands together in his own lap. His eyes fell from Younghee, choosing to take up interest in the creases of his hand instead. Mingyu’s short lashes fluttered quickly . . . almost as if he was blinking back tears? Concerned, you reached over and placed your hand over his, gently pushing them apart, so you could slot your hands in one of them. It didn’t require much effort as Mingyu knew, he needed your reassurance more than ever right now.
“Well, I should probably get back to work,” Younghee casually glanced down at her watch. “Gotta close the shop and prepare for tomorrow – lots to do.”
“Of course,” Mingyu replied softly. He looked up and smiled at your best friend, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
In contrast, Younghee grinned and leaned over the table. “It was an absolute pleasure to meet you, Mingyu,” her eyes flickered to you before they rested on his figure again. “I guess . . . you’re . . . much different from what I was expecting. I can kind of see why Y/N likes you now – I hope you stick around, get to know you better, make sure you’re the right fit for my best friend.”
“Younghee,” you warned.
She winked at you playfully. “I’m kidding, Mingyu – but really, it was a pleasure.” Younghee stood up from her chair and wiped her hands on her worn brown apron, stained with blotches of flour here and there. She extended a hand for Mingyu to take. “Come by again, okay?”
Mingyu was utterly confused at the invitation, but took her hand nonetheless. He moved towards the door of the bakery to grant you and your best friend a few moments of privacy to say your goodbyes. You were making your way over, adjusting your purse on your shoulder when Younghee suddenly called your name again. You responded with a soft hum.
“Joohyun’s getting married at the end of next month,” Younghee announced.
Mingyu watched the way you gripped onto the leather strap, your feet stuttering to a stop at the drop of the news – at least to him it was.
“Taehyung,” she continued, stretching out the last syllable. Mingyu noted the way your eyes visibly widen at the sound of the name, “He’s coming back for it, ya know?”
“Taehyung?” you choked. You spun around to look at your best friend, your mind reeled back to the lanky teenage boy with the round chocolate eyes and boxy grin, his hair neatly cut into a bowl cut. “As in Kim Taehyung?”
The space between Mingyu’s eyebrows dipped at the tone of your voice. It was definitely surprise, but was it the good kind? As in you were excited to hear again about this person? Or was it the bad kind, in which he left a dent in your heart? Either way, Mingyu did not have a good feeling about it.
Younghee nodded. “I’m surprised he hasn’t contacted you.”
“He hasn’t,” your voice trailed off, “We haven’t chatted for a while – lost touch the first or second year of university because we both got busy.”
“You’re going, right?” Younghee asked. You saw the way her eyes trailed to your boyfriend standing behind you, her lips pulled mischievously between her teeth. “With Mingyu?”
Right – Mingyu.
You didn’t have to turn around to know the way Mingyu’s lips were already set in a small pout, a crease between his sharp brows now softened in a dispirited expression. He thought he knew everything about you – good, straightforward communication and no secrets, like the two of you agreed. But why was this the first time he was hearing about Joohyun and her upcoming wedding when you seemed to have known for a while now?
Pressing your lips together, you nodded once stiffly. “Y-yeah, I think so.”
The hesitancy in your voice wrung Mingyu’s heart in a funny way.
“Good,” Younghee chuckled, hiding her smile behind the back of her hand. “Him in a suit would make for a dashing Instagram photo with lots of thirsty comments underneath.”
. . . .
“Who’s Joohyun?” Mingyu finally asked.
The two of you were on your way back to his car parked a few blocks away from Younghee’s bakery. The first half of the walk was oddly quiet, but you had chalked it up to Mingyu feeling disappointed about his conversation with Younghee. His usual charming ways did not quite work on the girl as it did with most people. You figured he needed his time and space to process the situation, only asking every now and then if he was okay and where he wanted to go for dinner. However, it seemed like it wasn’t Younghee on his mind, but rather someone else.
Mingyu reached into the pocket of your jacket, intertwining his fingers with yours that were tucked away inside. He eyed your side profile carefully, giving you a soft squeeze, waiting for you to return the gesture – it was your thing. He did this when he was nervous (which was not often) and needed reassurance, but too shy to tell you the truth out loud.
“She’s, uh . . . a friend,” you explained, squeezing his hand, “From high school.”
“How come you never mentioned her?” he pressed on.
“She wasn’t ever really relevant in our conversations,” you replied softly, “And we weren’t that close really.”
“But close enough to be invited to her wedding – in a month,” Mingyu huffed, “That you didn’t tell me about.”
“I-I was going to tell you,” you stuttered, “Ask you – eventually. I just wasn’t sure how.”
Mingyu let out a half-hearted chuckle. “How hard could it be? You know I would happily go anywhere with you.”
You shrugged, jostling your linked hands. “Our . . . agreement, you know?”
Even though it’s been months since the two of you decided to keep your relationship fairly hidden, it still didn’t fail to send a sting through his heart. He tried to be understanding and respectful of your values of privacy, but Mingyu liked to love loud. Holding your hands at events with friends, kisses out on the sidewalk, and cute Instagram photos of the most seemingly boring things were beautiful to him.
“How much longer do we have to keep it this way though?” Mingyu asked quietly.
“Mingyu,” you started slowly.
“I mean, at this point, all our friends know, right?” he pressed on, cutting you off. You could hear the exasperation in his voice overtaking his thought process. “Seungkwan, Seokmin, Soonyoung . . . I told Josh and Chan recently, and today we met Younghee.”
“I know,” you muttered, “B-but . . . there are just . . . so many other people who’ll be at the wedding.”
“I don’t care about those other people,” Mingyu deadpanned.
“And if I do?”
At this point, the both of you had stopped walking, your hands still linked. Mingyu searched your face for an answer – anything, yet you always managed to stay so stoic somehow. In contrast to him who wore his heart on his sleeves and his current emotions written all over his expression, your heart was hidden in the folds of your jacket while an expressionless mask shielded your true feelings. It made you seemingly strong, but sometimes, for him, Mingyu wished you would let your guard down and tell him what was bothering you.
“Is this about that Taeyong guy?” Mingyu asked abruptly.
Your eyebrows ticked, furrowing together momentarily before they returned to their places. A small frown on your face, you corrected him, “Taehyung.”
“Taehyung, Taeyong – tomato, to-mah-to.”
“Why are you asking about Taehyung?”
Mingyu shrugged, “I . . . dunno – you seemed pretty shocked to hear his name again and I was wondering why.”
“He’s just a friend who Younghee and I grew up with.”
“You seem to have a lot of friends I don’t know about,” Mingyu mumbled.
“He was a neighbor from down the street and we went to school together, but he ended up going to a different university. I really mean it when I say I haven’t seen him since the first year of university,” you quickly summarized, hoping to calm his nerves. “Any other questions?”
Mingyu twisted his lips, glancing at the crack along the curb. “Who was he to you?”
“A friend,” you answered promptly.
“Anything more?”
You shook your head fervently. “Why are you so curious?”
“I mean, Younghee specifically mentioned him. Seokmin and Seungkwan went to high school with you too, but she didn’t talk about them going,” he shrugged like a child upset on the playground, “Frankly, I’m curious – perhaps, mildly jealous.”
“Mingyu,” you frowned. You leaned in and wrapped your arms around his waist. “Taehyung was just a good friend of ours and neither of us have really heard from or seen him in a while. We see the other two fairly regularly. I’m surprised Tae’s even coming back for this.”
“Tae?” Mingyu repeated. You’ve only ever shortened his own name – he assumed he was special.
“Gyu,” you scowled at him for latching onto the miniscule change in detail.
Mingyu gnawed on the inside of his cheek. He should give you the benefit of the doubt, right? It’s been years and if there was something between you and this Taehyung, it would’ve happened already. If you said you were friends, then you must’ve been. He had no reason to question you otherwise.
Sucking in a sharp breath, Mingyu nodded and stepped towards you, bringing his hands up to your waist too.
“Okay,” he relented. He peered up at you, “But . . . the wedding?”
“What about the wedding?”
“Are we . . .” his voice trailed off, hoping you’d finish the thought for him.
But your answer was something he didn’t want to hear.
“I, uh . . . I do want to go with you,” you stuttered, “A-as my plus one.”
Visibly, Mingyu’s eyes lit up.
“But, I’m not sure yet,” you finished, your voice soft followed by a shaky breath. “Let me think about it, hm?”
The light in his eyes dimmed as quickly as they came. "What is there to think about?"
"It might not seem like a big deal to you, but it's a big deal to me – just . . . Be patient, okay?"
The corner of his lips sagging, he nodded slowly. “Okay."
Because that’s all he could do right now.
Be okay with it.
. . . .
Leaning against the pillar of the front office, Seungkwan cocked a curious eyebrow at you as you walked in, yielding a red lunchbox that you weren’t holding before you left. A wolfish grin grew as you neared with your eyes wide, silently warning him to keep any snark comments he had to himself. It didn’t deter Seungkwan from teasing you, however – it never did, especially when it came to Mingyu. Clicking his tongue against his teeth, he jovially joined your side.
“Mingyu came by again, didn’t he, love?” Seungkwan asked, using the nickname, he’s heard Mingyu call you more than a thousand times at this point.
“Shut up,” you grumbled.
“He packed you lunch too?” Seungkwan pointed to the red lunchbox in your hand. “You guys are so domestic.”
“He didn’t – I just forgot it at home,” you tried to explain as you got onto the metal crate.
“Oh so he spent the night?” Seungkwan pondered aloud, hiding a chuckle behind his hand.
Aggressively punching the button reading ‘9’, you turned to your supposed friend and glared at him. “Boo Seungkwan if you know what’s good for you–”
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” Seungkwan let out a boisterous laugh as the elevator door closed. He wrapped his arms around your shoulder. “I just think it’s very cute to see you so in love – I feel like . . . a proud mother, that’s all.”
You rolled your eyes, trying to shake him off your shoulder as the elevator door opened. If there was one bad thing about working at the same company as your friend, it’s the constant teasing when you were trying to be serious. The two of you weaved around the hallway towards the lunchroom, engaging in a light conversation about your weekends.
“Younghee finally met Mingyu,” you announced when the two of you settled down at a lunch table.
“Oh yeah?” Seungkwan stuffed the egg salad sandwich in his mouth. “How’d it go?”
“You know Younghee,” you shrugged, “She was all ‘no shits’ and serious – her talk was worse than Soonyoung’s! I’m pretty sure she scared Mingyu.”
Seungkwan chortled, taking a quick swig of his sparkling water to wash down his food. “Sounds like Younghee.”
“He did well though,” you nodded, poking your chopsticks at your vegetables. “I think she likes him enough for now.”
“Is she the last friend you have to tell?” Seungkwan asked, knowing well about your decision to keep yours and Mingyu’s relationship a secret from the beginning.
You paused, letting the chopsticks that were halfway to your lips drop with a clatter against the container. Your mind reeled back to the part you left out of meeting with Younghee: Joohyun’s wedding and Taehyung.
“Younghee brought up Joohyun’s wedding,” you started, your voice suddenly growing soft.
“And?” Seungkwan pressed on. He was confused with your change in demeanor.
“I . . . hadn’t told Mingyu about it yet.”
“Oh,” Seungkwan puckered his lips.
That was kind of bad.
“Then Younghee said Taehyung was coming back to town for it.”
“Oh,” Seungkwan reiterated, as if it couldn’t get any worse. He remembered Taehyung very well.
“Yeah,” you muttered.
Silence ensued while you picked at your food. Seungkwan watched you carefully, questions about your situation spinning in his mind as they always have since you asked him, Seokmin, and Soonyoung to stay quiet about your relationship with Mingyu. Initially, the request to keep it a secret made sense: it was a new relationship, let alone with Mingyu. However, the two of you got along so well, it didn’t make sense for you to be insecure now. You telling Younghee was the final step to ending all of this, no? From Seungkwan’s point-of-view, all your dilemmas and inner turmoil could be solved with one simple solution.
Holding his sandwich up to his lips, Seungkwan let out a sigh and shook his head. He looked up at you, his round eyes narrowed in confusion. “I don’t get it – why don’t you want people to find out about you and Mingyu still?”
You chewed slowly on your rice, taking your time to grind each piece and swallow it down with a sip of ice water. Seungkwan refrained from eating his sandwich until you replied.
Your eyes flickered hesitantly up at him before they fell on your tray again. Bringing your fist to your lips, you faked a cough, clearing your throat of your food.
“Y/N,” Seungkwan said sternly.
“I-it’s . . . too early, okay?” you stuttered.
“You’ve been together for almost a year now,” he deadpanned.
“It’s only been seven months,” you corrected him.
“And?”
“Mingyu’s best relationship lasted six months and we just barely made it past that,” you explained, the pace at which words were flying out of your mouth was astronomical. “I just want to make sure it’s not just a honeymoon phase and our relationship works out okay before it . . . gets out there. I’m comfortable with our close friends knowing, but not the whole world and Mingyu knows quite literally, the whole world.”
“What do you mean?” Seungkwan scrunched up his nose. “He’s friendly, but he doesn’t know the whole world – you're exaggerating.”
You sighed heavily, slumping over on the lunch table. “Unlike me, he’s quite friendly and makes friends anywhere he goes – it could be a rock and he’d somehow make relations with it! His Instagram following is also insane for a regular, non-celeb person.”
Seungkwan frowned and shook his head. “And that matters because . . .?”
You suddenly felt small and bare – vulnerable in a place where you shouldn’t be so. For some reason, however, the small voice at the back of your head told you that maybe you should share this insecurity with someone – and perhaps that someone could also be Seungkwan. “Mingyu’s been in a lot of relationships before me and, uh, I just . . . don’t want to be another girl who dated Kim Mingyu.”
Seungkwan’s eyes soften at your response.
“Is that why you don’t want to post a picture with him on Instagram?”
“Partly,” you shrugged, “Research also shows that 67 percent of couples who post about their relationship consistently are insecure and about 45 percent of those social media couples break up.” You sucked in a sharp breath and lifted your eyes to meet Seungkwan’s gaze. “And as you know, Mingyu’s past relationships kind of . . . followed that trend.”
“Aaaww, my dear, Y/N,” Seungkwan cooed. He ruffled your hair lovingly. “You really think Mingyu is unsure of your guys’ relationship, so he needs to upload pictures to reinforce it?”
You swatted Seungkwan’s hand away and brushed your strands back into place. “Shut up,” you grumbled.
Seungkwan smiled at you apologetically, stars shining in his eyes. “You really love him, don’t you?”
“Love is a stretch,” you stammered, “But like? Yeah, um, I like him . . . a lot.”
“Honestly, Y/N,” Seungkwan took a bite of his sandwich, “I don’t think you need to worry about anything. You’re different.”
“What do you mean, different?”
“Different from the previous girls,” he replied with his full. He took a swig of his iced Americano to wash the food down. “He’s different with you.”
“As in . . .?”
Seungkwan rolled his eyes, shooting you a look of disbelief – as if you grew antennas from your head. “I guess it’s not fair to assume you’d know, but I’ve been around when Mingyu dated other people and I’m currently around while he’s dating you, and honestly? I hope he keeps dating you. Of course, getting engaged and marriage aside, but I’ve never seen him so . . . calm and sure before? I’m not sure if ‘sure’ is the right word, but there’s a sense of stability and content – maturity, maybe? I haven’t seen it before. Sure the other girls might have been prettier or more fun, and he squealed like a thirteen year-old girl getting tickets to a BTS concert after amusement park dates, but with you? He looks like he’s actually having fun cleaning with you.”
You tuned out as Seungkwan continued to ramble on. It was indeed nice to get an outsider’s perspective rather than being stuck in your own head. Your friend was probably right, and you were being irrational. But that’s what fear did to you. Mingyu was understanding and you know if you brought it up eventually, he’d be more than willing to listen and reassure you to the world's end. There was a piece of you that still hesitated, nonetheless. What if he got mad at you?
“If you’re that worried about it, I’d just bring it up to Mingyu – he’s understanding and has a good head on his shoulders,” Seungkwan finally finished ou.
Stuffing your cheeks with rice, you gave Seungkwan a small nod. “I’ll think about it.”
. . . .
[unknown number]: hey
[unknown number]: this is tae :)
[unknown number]: kim taehyung from high school if you remember me haha
[unknown number]: younghee gave me your new number – i hope you don’t mind:)
[unknown number]: i just wanted to say hello and see if you were free to meet up?
A warm mug of coffee in his hand, Mingyu paused and stared blankly at your phone as each new message from Taehyung flashed across your screen. He frowned, tightening his abdomen as if it would do anything to control the nerves swirling in the pits of his stomach right now. Baseless thoughts flooding his mind, he failed to hear your padded footsteps behind him.
“Whatcha doing, Gyu?” you asked, reaching for your coat.
Swiftly, he turned around and smiled at you, though it didn't reach his eyes like most times.
“Ready?” Mingyu asked, avoiding your question.
He didn’t miss the way the space between your brows dipped slightly at him avoiding your question. You chose not to hound him on it, however.
“Yeah,” you untucked your hair from the collar and reached for your phone.
Holding his breath, Mingyu watched you carefully as you swiped at the screen. His heart sank a little when the little smile on your face formed at the new messages from an old friend. It was the smile he pictured you would have every time he sent you something.
Tugging on the arm of his jacket, Mingyu asked softly, “Who’s got smiling like that?”
You stopped in the middle of tapping away at a new message to Taehyung. You pulled your lips into a slight pout. “Like what?”
Mingyu waved his hand at your face before tucking them into his pockets. “Like that – the small one where you’re incredibly happy but you’re nervous to show it.”
You pressed your lips into a thin line, clicking off your phone and dropping it into your purse instead. You extended a hand for him to take. “Only you Mingyu.”
“You sure?”
“With my whole heart.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me it was Taehyung messaging you?” Mingyu muttered.
It was now your turn to frown. You didn’t have anything to hide from him nor was it the idea that he was snooping at your texts that made you upset. It was the fact that he was withholding his feelings from you. He was upset, jealous maybe, and he didn’t want to tell you.
“Gyu – are you still hung up on that?” you asked.
His gaze drifted to your hands. He rubbed small circles into the back of your skin, opting not to answer.
Gently, you pulled your hands from him and moved up to cup his cheeks instead, forcing him to look at you. He stared at you reluctantly with his puppy-like eyes.
“He’s just a friend, Gyu,” you reminded him, “No one’s taking me away from you.”
Mingyu gulped, scared. You’ve never been quite this certain with your words before. “Promise?”
“Promise.”
Wrapping his fingers around your own, he pulled them off his face, lacing them together in the space between you. He took note of the new coat of baby pink nail polish on your fingertips. Silently, he brushed the rough pads of his fingers over them – they were calloused from the barbells at the gym.
If you told him not to worry, there was no use in worrying, right?
You loved him and he loved you.
“Okay,” Mingyu finally relented.
“Let’s go get those groceries now, hm?” you hummed, tightening your fingers around his.
He nodded, his heart swelling once more. It was simple, grocery shopping, but it was in the ordinary things like this that were all the more precious because they were with you.
. . . .
“Kim Taehyung?” Seokmin sits back, wracking his brain for a mental image of the man.
Despite your reassurance, Mingyu was growing skeptical – more of Taehyung’s intention than he was of you. These past few days, you had been texting Taehyung non-stop and it was making Mingyu nervous. Your giggles were becoming more frequent and whenever Mingyu asked, it was always “back in high school Taehyung and I did this” or “Taehyung just said the funniest thing” when it wasn’t even that funny.
It was bearable until it wasn’t.
When you broke the news to him yesterday that you had agreed to meet up over coffee with Taehyung, it really pressed Mingyu into acceleration mode – nearly veering off a cliff.
Was Mingyu worried that you would intentionally cheat on him? Absolutely not – you loved him and it showed enough. You were just happy to see your childhood friend again. Admittedly, the two of you did have some pretty bizarre memories. The story of when Taehyung got Hot Tamales stuck in his nose in detention was quite entertaining – Mingyu choked on his salad at that one.
Was Mingyu worried that Taehyung might try to pull something funny and sweep you up from under his nose? Absolutely. You were smart, pretty, shy, but outgoing enough. You had a charm to you that was attractive and alluring. Not to mention, Mingyu has done his research (read: Instagram stalking) and Taehyung was undeniably gorgeous. His aesthetic was classy and sophisticated, sprinkled in with a touch of goofiness.
He definitely seemed to be “your type” – Taehyung was every girls’ dream type: a handsome gentleman with a touch of humor.
Hell, even Mingyu almost fell for the man.
Hence why today, Mingyu recruited the help of Seokmin to prevent you from falling for Taehyung and Taehyung from falling for you.
In an attempt to help jog Seokmin’s, Mingyu slipped his phone across the table, the screen displaying Taehyung’s Instagram page. Seokmin narrows his eyes curiously at his friend and reaches over for the phone, slowly scrolling through the pictures. As he gets further and further down, you could see the epiphany forming on Seokmin’s face.
“This Kim Taehyung!” Seokmin screeched. He snapped and pointed at Mingyu. The latter winced back in confusion at his friend’s sudden excitement. Hands clasped tightly over Mingyu’s phone, Seokmin leaned over the table as if he had a secret to share with Mingyu. “Taehyung from high school – yes, I remember him. He hung out with Y/N – and so Younghee by default too, a lot. I thought it was a little weird at first, but didn’t think much of it since they just seemed like good friends and he was a nice kid! He grew up on the outskirts of town, kinda grubby, to be honest, but very sweet and goofy – shy too.”
Seokmin wiggled his eyebrows as if he had the hottest tea to spill. “But,” he dragged out, “Senior year at someone’s graduation party, we found out he did actually have a crush on Y/N!”
Seokmin glances down at the pictures again, his eyes latching on a black and white photo of Taehyung staring mysteriously into the camera, a hand placed teasingly by his temple. His forearms were ripped. Seokmin shook his head in amazement, letting out a shocked groan. “Wah, I can’t believe he grew up to look like this! He’s gorgeous! Almost identical to V of BTS!”
Eyes downcast on the chipped mahogany table, Mingyu couldn’t help but frown at Seokmin’s reaction. If his friend was this excited and shocked to see Taehyung again, how would you react? Let alone, knowing the two of you were close friends too.
Seokmin finally took the hint when Mingyu remained quiet, calming down from his marvel. “I mean,” Seokmin coughed, thumbing through Taehyung’s profile some more, “He’s not that handsome – nothing compared to you Mingyu. You’re much better looking than him.” He stopped at a photo of Sesame plushies lined up on the couch. “I mean look at this – he likes stuffed animals like a kid!”
“Seok,” Mingyu deadpanned.
Seokmin shrugged back, mumbling a soft apology. He cleared his throat. “Okay, um, well, why are you asking if I know him?”
“Y/N’s meeting up with him tomorrow,” Mingyu explained.
“Aahhh,” Seokmin nodded slowly, starting to put the puzzle pieces together. “You’re nervous she’s gonna fall for him, aren’t you?”
Mingyu’s eyes flickered up timorously at him then downcast at his fingers.
“Eeeyy,” Seokmin dragged out, “Have a little faith in Y/N? She’s whipped for you even if she holds back a little.”
Mingyu frowned even at Seokmin.
“Okay, well maybe not a little – she holds back a lot, but she’s just nervous, okay?” Seokmin tried to reassure him.
“About what? I try my best to remind her she’s the only apple of my eye every day,” Mingyu pouted.
“I mean, I would be scared too if I was dating you,” Seokmin noted.
Mingyu furrowed his brows at Seokmin, wondering what his friend was getting at. However, that wasn’t the purpose of this meeting though. He had to get to the main point – it was easy to get caught up in tangents with Seokmin.
“I need you to help me tomorrow,” Mingyu started again.
“Huh?” Seokmin frowned.
“I’m gonna follow Y/N and Taehyung to their coffee thing tomorrow,” Mingyu told him, “Make sure he doesn’t pull any funny moves on her.”
“Mingyu, don’t you think that’s a little –”
Mingyu sighed heavily, cutting off his friend. “I . . . just want to make sure, Seok,” he fumbled with his thumbs. “I . . . really like Y/N – like really, really, really like her.”
“So you . . . love . . . her?”
“I . . . think so,” Mingyu pressed his lips into a thin line. “I just . . . don’t want her to slip out of my grasp.”
MIngyu looked like a kicked puppy, his eyes literally sagging at the thought of losing you. The sad expression on Mingyu’s face tugged at Seokmin’s heartstrings (granted, he cried very easily, but still). What's worse could happen if he just lets Mingyu follow you this once? Mingyu would only be reassured because Seokmin was sure you wouldn’t swoon so easily for Taehyung. If you had, you wouldn’t be here with Mingyu all these years later.
“Fine,” Seokmin sighed. “Whatchu got for disguises?”
. . . .
Detective trench coats, sunglasses, and a fake mustache.
Very original.
Seokmin rolled his eyes behind his Ray Ban sunglasses as Mingyu looked not very covertly over his menu, craning his neck to get a better look at you and Taehyung. A bell of laughter erupted from yours and Taehyung’s table. You threw your head back, covering your fabulous smile with the back of your hand.
“Can you hear what they’re talking about?” Mingyu whispered. “What’s so funny?”
“Mingyu,” Seokmin tugged at the fake mustache that his friend made him wear. Fuck, it was itchy. “You’re being ridiculous – why would we be able to hear what they’re saying? We’re literally on the opposite end of the cafe!”
“Am not!” Mingyu pouted. “You just need to listen better.”
“They’re literally just laughing like old friends,” Seokmin peeled the mustache off, wincing in pain as it tugged at his upper lip. “Mingyu, when you said we were following them, I thought you meant just standing from afar to make sure Tae doesn’t put his hand on her ass or something.”
Seokmin had expected his friend to protest in return, but Mingyu just remained silent. Through the sides of his shades, Seokmin could make out his hardened gaze was hardened on you and Taehyung. You were leaning over the table while Taehyung held up his cell phone aimed at the two of you. Seokmin presumed he was just taking a selfie. Your pink-glossed lips were spread wide in a happy grin, Taehyung holding up a playful peace sign. Why was Mingyu so upset?
“Uh, Mingyu?” Seokmin called.
Still no answer.
The moment Taehyung set down his phone, swiping at his screen, Mingyu whipped out his own device. He quickly logged into Instagram and typed in ‘thv’, pulling up Taehyung’s page.
“Mingyu –”
Aggressively, Mingyu pulled the toggle down to refresh the page. He did it again and again, until a new photo popped up in the upper left corner.
‘Reunited </3,’ the caption read under a photo of you and Taehyung he had taken just moments ago.
That was the last straw for Mingyu. Aggressively, he got up from his chair, nearly toppling it over. He ripped off his sunglasses and started walking – stomping, towards your table.
“Oh – oh my god, Mingyu! Stop!” Seokmin hissed as he lunged forward. Mingyu’s pace was a tad too fast for Seokmin, his fingers barely grazing against his coat. Before Seokmin knew it, they were both standing at the foot of your table and you were blankly staring up at Mingyu.
Taehyung peered up innocently, his face lighting up when he saw Seokmin.
“Seokmin!” Taehyung called cheerfully.
“H-hi!” Seokmin laughed nervously. He punched Mingyu’s shoulder, but his gaze was hard and set on you.
Taehyung looked back to you, then Mingyu, and back at you. He figured half as much as you and the tall, handsome man were acquainted with one another.
“Who’s this?” Taehyung asked curiously. He brushed his wavy bangs out his eyes, tucking hand into his pocket. A gentle smile on his face, his eyes scanned your boyfriend up and down, oblivious to the daggers Mingyu was sending his way.
“This is . . . Mingyu,” you explained hesitantly. It was as if time was moving through viscous honey, all eyes on you waiting for a further explanation beyond his name. Yet in this moment, all you could see was the man who’s name just slipped from your mouth. Usually, it tasted like cotton candy, but the shift from envy to desperation in his eyes as he anxiously gnawed at the inside of his cheek, waiting for you to tell them the truth, the taste of iron spreading across your tongue.
“He’s . . . a good friend,” you finished, your voice soft.
And that was the final nail in the coffin.
“Oh!” Taehyung chuckled innocently, already extending a hand towards Mingyu. “We’re the same. I’m Taehyung, Kim Taehyung – also a friend of Y/N’s. Nice to meet you!”
Silence, then a beat. Only the chatter of the other customers and the hissing of the espresso machine filled the air.
Mingyu pressed his lips into a thin line, clearing his throat and offered Taehyung a tight smile. “Pleasure to meet you, Taehyung.”
“Do you guys want to sit with us?” Taehyung offered, moving his Boston bag from the chair next to him, already making room for the two. “We were just about to order.”
Mingyu chortled half-heartedly and shook his head. “Thank you, but we should be on our way. Just . . . stopped to say ‘hello.’” Mingyu’s eyes flickered to you once more. “I’ll see you around, Y/N.”
And with that, Mingyu was gone.
. . . .
Coffee with Taehyung was anything, but fun after Mingyu and Seokmin’s departure. As much as you tried to stay engaged and keep up with his stories about traveling across Europe with his new job, it was clear your mind was elsewhere. You were on edge, eyes flitting to your watch every five minutes, your fingers tapping at your phone screen every chance you got to see if you got any messages from Mingyu (spoiler: you didn’t). It was Taehyung who cut the hangout short. He knew something wasn’t quite right between you and your so-called “friend,” but was a polite man and pretended not to notice. Taehyung fibbed and told you he had forgotten he had a meeting to attend instead.
After bidding him goodbye, you sped walk back to the safety of your apartment, already rehearsing in your mind what you would say to Mingyu when you call him later. You paid no mind to the fact that his car was parked in the guest lot. Nor did you bother to listen to Mrs. Lee who worked the front desk, when she tried to tell you she saw Mingyu coming in earlier, only offering her a brisk nod.
Hence, when you finally opened the door to your safe haven and let out a deep breath, pressing your body against the silver handle, you didn’t expect the familiar sound of Mingyu clearing his throat.
Your eyes shot up to find him sitting at your kitchen island, his elbows propped up on the table. The trench coat he was sporting earlier was draped over the chair next to him, suggesting he immediately came to your apartment after leaving the cafe. He had a key to your place after all.
Your breath hitched in your throat, unsure of what to say. You knew you had fucked up introducing him as a friend to Taehyung, but your thoughts were jumbled and you couldn’t dare face him now. All you had prepared earlier vanished from your brain.
You had to move (and think) fast as Mingyu was already making his way towards you, getting out of his chair. You pushed yourself off the door, preparing yourself to walk past him and drop your stuff off in room in an effort to give yourself a little more time to think. You should've known better that Mingyu would never let you make it that far though – not with this large of an elephant in the room.
Mingyu stood 187 centimeters tall and showed in his reach as his hand latched onto your bicep, stopping you abruptly in your tracks. His head turned robotically towards you, staring holes into your head. You could see in the side of your eye, the hurt in his face, silently begging you to say something.
Closing your eyes, you inhaled deeply before you spoke. "Can we not –"
"No," he said softly.
“Mingyu–”
“No,” Mingyu stated more firmly this time. His voice was loud and commanding, taking you by surprise. He’s never raised his voice at you before. You caught sight of his grip on the edges of the granite counter; he was holding so tight, his knuckles grew white.
“We’re not going to wait anymore – we’re talking about this now,” Mingyu continued. He took note of your stunned expression. “I’m tired and this is wearing on me, Y/N; I’m not sure how much of it I can take, but I also know I don’t want to lose you over something that could’ve been easily solved if we were just . . . honest about our feelings. I truly want this,” he waves his finger between the two of you, “to work . . . So please."
You gnawed the inside of your cheek, staring into his sharp dark brown eyes. You weren't used to them filled with so much sorrow and anger, and it pained you knowing you were the cause of it. As much as you were afraid of the dark path where this conversation may lead, you also knew it needed to be had if you wanted your relationship with Mingyu to progress – and you did.
With a heavy sigh, eyes downcasted on Mingyu’s hand on your arm, and nodded, silently agreeing to talk this through. His hand slipped down the expanse of your arm and laced his fingers with yours. His grip, but even in trying times, he held your hand ever so tenderly – because this was Kim Mingyu: unshakeable, yet soft hearted.
“Where do you want to start?” you asked quietly as the two of you settled onto your blue couch. He still hadn’t let go of your hand.
Swallowing harshly, you could see his Adam’s apple bob up and down. “Are you ashamed of me . . .? Of dating me?”
Your heart sank; though his words were minimal, the look in his eyes was deep. That was the thing about Mingyu. Perhaps he never cried in front of you (or anyone for that matter) and he never got outright angry, but one look in his eyes and they were a dead give away about the feelings swirling in his heart and the thoughts tumbling in his mind. Right now, his eyes told you heart was bruised and his mind was confused and set on one thing only: you.
“It’s not that Mingyu,” you muttered. You could feel your airway tightening, your esophagus growing stiff. It was getting hard to even swallow your own saliva.
“Then what is it?” Mingyu asked impatiently, “Why is it that you didn’t tell anyone outside of our mutual friends about our relationship? Why did you wait seven months to tell Younghee? Why did you introduce me as “a good friend” to Taehyung? Why can’t I post pictures of you, of us, on my Instagram, but Taehyung can?”
There was a long pause before you spoke again. It only grew harder for Mingyu every ticking second, he could feel an uncomfortable warmth spreading across his chest, threatening to boil over.
“I’m scared,” you replied in a small voice. If it hadn’t been dead silent, Mingyu probably wouldn’t have heard you.
“What?” Mingyu frowned. “What are you afraid of?”
“This,” you shook his hand, gesturing between the two of you. “Us. You and me. I’m . . . like, it’s too good to be true --you're too good to be true. And it's not even because you're handsome or whatever, Mingyu. It's your patience and consideration. It's your willingness to drop everything for the people you love. Do you remember that time Seungkwan got a flat tire? You had a big presentation at work, but rescheduled it and left early to go help him. You love so . . . so openly and loudly, not just through words.
"Sometimes I wonder if I even deserve you? I’m scared that it’s all a dream and tomorrow when I wake up, you’ll be gone. I’m afraid that I’ll grow too attached – fuck, I'm probably already in too deep, and when we don't work out, it'll hurt more than it needs to.”
Mingyu sucked in a sharp breath, nodding slowly as he digested your confession. So this is what Seokmin must’ve meant when he said he would be nervous too if he was you. Truthfully, it was hurtful to hear all of this, but not necessarily irrational. Mingyu too thought you were too good to be true – all his past relationships were rather vain, ending because he wasn’t who they had dreamed him to be. They found his love for architecture boring and when he couldn’t meet their expectations of extravagant dates, they pouted until Mingyu came running with flowers and chocolates. It got tiring - fast.
However, the difference was in that Mingyu trusted the process and let himself grow attached to you. Never mind the thoughts of no longer having you by his side while taking Sunday morning strolls or staying up until 4AM on Friday nights because you both thought it would be a good idea to try the Starbucks PSL at 8PM. He lived in the moment, and while this didn’t mean he didn’t think about a future with you, he wanted to relish in all phases of being in love with you. What hurt him was the fact that you harbored all these feelings to yourself, not trusting him to understand your emotions and insecurities.
"And is that why you want to keep us a secret? Because you're scared I'm going to leave you?" Mingyu finally asked.
"It’s not . . . Completely baseless," you muttered, looking away from him.
"Then tell me more."
"It’s stupid."
"I'm sure it's not." He raised his eyebrows at you, silently warning you not to be stubborn but also reassuring you that he just wanted you to be heard. He knew how stuck in your head you could get when you were overcritical of yourself.
"When . . . we were in university, I followed you on Instagram because you know,” you shrugged, picking through your mind to find the right words. “And I saw all the girls you dated and how . . . they didn't last.
“And one day, I was doing some light reading on Pledis Times and there was a study that talked about couples on social media . . . How they felt insecure and overcompensated with photos and videos of each other . . . And ultimately, most of them broke up. I, um . . . as much as I lo– I mean like you, I feared that the louder we were about ‘us,’ I’d just end up being ‘just another girl’ who dated Mingyu.”
It was nothing to be shameful of, yet, your cheeks burned. You couldn’t bear to look at him. As the silence between you grew louder, the urge to flee to the sanctuary of your room became overwhelming. You squirmed in your seat, inching away from him.
“Love,” Mingyu chortled. You felt him give your hands a squeeze in an attempt to stop you from moving.
“I told you it was stupid,” you muttered.
Rather than replying to you with words, however, Mingyu leaned over and captured your lips instead. He pressed against you with just enough pressure to reassure that you were his whole world, but not enough to scare you off. The kiss was firm, but tender – like Mingyu.
When he pulled away, an apology spilled from your lips as if on instinct. You weren’t sure why but you felt you owed him one. Mingyu shook his head slowly as rested his forehead against yours, while his fingers played with the loose ends of your hair.
“You don’t need to be sorry for your own feelings,” Mingyu said.
“I ended up hurting you though,” you whimpered.
Tucking your head under his chin, he hummed. “I think I’m more hurt by the fact that you didn’t tell me you were feeling this way. I just assumed you just wanted to keep things under wraps because we were a ‘new thing’ and wanted to take things slow.”
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled again.
“It must’ve been hard, hm?” Mingyu noted as he stroked the crown of your head. “I don’t know what else I need to do, but trust that I’m utterly heads over heels about you, alright? If you need me to tell you every day until you believe me, I will.” he tugged your hand out of your lap and placed it over his heart. There was a fast, but rhythmic thump.
”You feel that?” he asked.
You chortled softly. “Mingyu, I think I know where you’re going with this and it’s kind of corny.”
“I don’t care – you’re the only girl who has made me feel this way. The sight of you excites me, but it all feels . . . right. I’m scared, but I’m reassured things will fall into place in due time.”
You curled your fingers around his heart, letting his voice vibrate from his chest and flow into your ears melodically.
“As unreal as I seem to you, you are equally a dream I don’t want to fade either,” Mingyu continued to explain. “No one has ever sat patiently and listened to me ramble about cameras for two hours, let alone when you don’t know the first thing about photography. You match my ‘grandpa’ energy, willingly going on hikes with me on the trails hours away from the city to keep me company. Heck, you didn’t even blink twice when I accidentally sneezed on you or scratched my ass in front of you during the first month we dated.”
“Gyu,” you chuckled, burying your face into his chest.
He kissed the crown of your head. You could feel smiling into your hair. “Instagram, old girlfriends, old boyfriends–”
“Taehyung was a childhood friend,” you remarked.
“Old childhood friends,” Mingyu corrected himself, “And statistical data aside, it sounds like we’re both scared – and that’s not a bad thing, okay? It means we both care deeply about this relationship and neither of us would let it slip away so easily. That said, I also don’t want that fear getting in between us. I love you and I trust you – I could only hope you feel the same for me.”
And for the first time in your relationship, you decided you wanted to be strong for Mingyu – you needed to be. Too long you’ve locked away your feelings and let them run how you act around him with others. Rather than hiding away in his embrace and kissing him in secret, perhaps it was your time to love him just as loudly as he has loved you all this time.
Rising from his chest, you peered up at him through your lashes. There was nothing but adoration for you gracing his face, patiently waiting for you to say something.
“I do,” you replied hesitantly, “I . . . love you and I trust you too, and I’m sorry if I’ve struggled to show it, but I’ll be braver – I’ll change.”
“I don’t want you to change,” Mingyu cupped your cheeks, squishing them together. “I love you for you, and If you don’t want to be vocal about it, we don’t have to.”
You pushed his hands away and pecked his lips, shaking your head. “I want to – no more hiding. Let your 14.5K Instagram followers know that I’m utterly head over heels for you, Kim Mingyu.”
He grinned from ear to ear, his cheeks puffing up like marshmallows. He leaned over and gave you another breathtaking, yet simple kiss. How he was so relieved to be able to show you to the world.
“I have a lot of pictures to choose from, you know?”
. . . .
Joohyun’s wedding was a success – the blizzard outside and blustery wind seeping through the windows aside. Her and her new husband’s wedding photos were going to be absolutely stunning with all the winter white snow though, Mingyu had whispered to you during the ceremony. Bellies full of chicken and mashed potatoes, garters and bouquets tossed to all the single people, the reception was finally getting started. The DJ played bopped to the upbeat dance music, people starting to stream in and join the bride and groom.
Mingyu had an arm thrown over your shoulder, his hand resting on the head of your chair. Arms crossed, you leaned into his chest and watched your friends sing and dance happily to Tao Cruz's Dynamite. You had that smile on your face that Mingyu adored so much – the small one where you knew you were incredibly happy, but afraid to show too much of it.
Mingyu watched the crowd while pointing out funny occurrences on the dance floor. Soonyoung getting top excited and wrapping his tie around his forehead. Chan and Seungkwan were krumping in the corner as a small crowd formed around them. They both backed away when Seulgi pushed between them, however, a round of "oohs" and "ahhs" at her sharp and playful dance moves.
"Hello, Y/N," a familiar voice called from afar. Your attention turned to the source of the voice, your face spreading into a grin at the sight of Taehyung weaving through the tables. Though Mingyu knew he was ultimately no threat, he couldn’t help but stiffen at the presence of the other man.
Taehyung tipped his head in Mingyu’s direction. "Y'N's good friend," he teased, raising an eyebrow at you.
"Tae," you greeted him with an eye roll, "How's the party going for you?"
"Splendid," he tucked his hand into his pants pocket. "Got myself a nice cocktail earlier, caught up with Younghee, and even caught myself a garter," he pulled out the thing and waved it in the air.
"Gross," you chuckled.
He winked at you playfully and tilted his head at the dance floor. "What do you say, old friend? Wanna dance? Make it up to me when you went with Seokjin to prom instead?"
Instinctively, Mingyu found himself wrapping a hand around your waist, tugging you protectively into his side. Taehyung took note of this. "Your good friend is rather possessive."
You gave Mingyu a warning look, gently pushing his hand off your abdomen. You gave him a reassuring squeeze in an attempt to calm his nerves. "Mingyu’s actually my boyfriend."
Taehyung nodded. "I figured when he looked like he was ready to take me out at the cafe," he clicked his tongue against his teeth. He laughed at the sheepish look that crossed Mingyu's face. "It was worth a shot though," he shrugged, "In all seriousness, I'm happy for you, Y/N. He seems to like you a lot."
"Thank you," you turned and peered at him shyly through your lashes. Mingyu took it as a cue to press his lips against your temple.
"Alright, alright," Taehyung waved you off, shielding his eyes. "I'm gonna leave you lovebirds alone," he pointed at pretty blonde in a silk spring green gown sitting in the corner, her eyes wandering the venue. "I'm gonna go shoot my shot over there."
"Sure thing, buddy," you giggled.
He gave you both one last wave of goodbye. "The next wedding I see you at, it better be yours!"
"You caught the garter, Tae!" you shot back.
He gave you both one last boxy grin before he turned his back to you. Immediately, Mingyu let out a brisk 'tsk'.
"I like him, but he sure knows how to push my buttons," Mingyu huffed.
"It’s Tae," you giggled watching your friend approach the girl. She blushed when Tae extended a hand. "He teases a lot – it's his thing."
"Ladies and gentlemen, why don't we slow it down for the night?" The DJ tapped into his mic and announced, not giving Mingyu a chance to pout further. The gentle strumming of the guitar in Ed Sheeran’s ‘Photograph’ filled every corner of the room.
Mingyu brushed his lips gently against your cheek. His hot breath hit your skin as he asked, “If you won’t dance with Tae, will you dance with me?”
You rolled your eyes as if the answer wasn’t obvious. Your hand was already reaching for his own, leading him to the dance floor. Not letting go of him, you spun around to rest your free hand around his neck. The two of you settled into a gentle sway, Mingyu holding you by your waist and guiding you through the waltz. He grinned at you, his canines peeking out. Even under the dim lighting, his sharp eyes twinkled with fondness. Your face reflected his joy, the small smile spreading into something bigger.
You loved him and he loved you, there was no denying it.
“Bro,” Seungkwan sipped on his drink, nudging Seokmin. He pointed at you and Mingyu on the dance floor. Seokmin grinned widely, fishing for his phone in his pocket. He aimed his camera at the two of you, zooming in and adjusting the lighting to best capture all your features in the photo.
“They’re so in love, I’m kind of regretting introducing them to each other,” Seungkwan grimaced, swallowing down the bitter taste of his alcohol.
Seokmin slapped his arm. “Don’t say that – they look cute.”
Seungkwan leaned over and peeked at the photos on his friend’s phone. He nodded in approval at the one that captured your grin over Mingyu’s shoulder, your dress swirling at your calves very prettily.
“Post that one to the ‘gram,” Seungkwan chuckled.
“Ew, don’t say that,” Seokmin looked at him scornfully. “You sound like an old fart.”
“They’ll thank me later,” Seungkwan shrugged.
Even after your intervention, neither you nor Mingyu had posted anything onto the web to suggest that you were dating to your followers – not that it was a big deal to either of you at this point. If a good photo comes up, you would. It was just not on the forefront of your mind anymore and the both of you had been too busy to look through Mingyu’s gallery.
Seungkwan figured, if you guys wouldn’t be loud about your relationship, he would – it was the least he could do to support the Mingyu-Y/N agenda.
Nonetheless, it didn’t take an Instagram post to know you were mad about one another.
Without words, pictures, or even a peep of your voices, Kim Mingyu loved you loud enough and you loved him, equally as clear.
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Weekly Recap | November 13th-19th 2023 (Part One)
For the first time ever, I have a podcast and podfic recommendations! 😃 The podcast is Dispatch: a 9-1-1 Podcast @dispatchpodcast and specifically the episode with @mistmarauder that inspired me to try podfics!
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🔥 eddie diaz vs the pta agenda by mmtion/ @mmtions (Season 5, Jealous Eddie | 19K | Mature): Really, Eddie doesn’t care that the PTA aren’t his biggest fan. He knows he misses too many meetings, and it’s not like he’s best friends with any of the other parents. But then Buck picks Christopher up from a class trip and it all goes to hell. Like, of course Buck is everyone’s dream guy. He’s responsible with kids, and kind, and funny and interesting and hot to touch. That’s obvious. But now Eddie’s fighting to keep the PTA moms, teachers, and dads, all off an unsuspecting and tempting Buck. Because Eddie is a good friend. Right?
The 118's Secret Book Club by Asplenium, QuietLittleVoices/ @hawkeyefrommash (Post-Season 5 | 15K | Teen): Eddie dropped the book on the counter. “Taylor Kelly wrote a book. I haven’t started it yet. But I was thinking –” “Book club?” Karen asked. Eddie nodded eagerly. “I know I can’t complain about this to Buck, but –” “Say no more,” Hen said, flipping open the book to the introduction. “We’ll get some copies from the library.”
daylight (i can never look away) by evcndiaz/ @evcndiaz (S4, Quarantine | 3K | Teen): or; a single moment between two almost lovers who don't know where to go next (otherwise known as the buddie quarantine fic nobody asked for)
101 Ways to Say 'What the F#%&' by evcndiaz/ @evcndiaz (Humor | 5K | Teen): The point is, Eddie knows Buck. Or at least he thought he did. Now, Eddie's starting to think the whole relationship has been built on LIES. Because somehow, in some way, it has completely escaped Eddie's vast amounts of knowledge, that Buck is a fucking polyglot.
wait for me to come home by evcndiaz/ @evcndiaz (Season 5, Pining | 3K | Teen): Chris doesn’t take the lego. He keeps staring at Buck with those big, doleful eyes, and says, “Why can’t you be with my dad instead?” His voice is soft and sad, naive and hopeful all at the same time. It’s positively heartbreaking is what it is, especially compounded with the fact that Buck has been asking himself the same question for months now. Buck offers him another smile, softer and tinged with a little of his own sadness, and says, “It’s complicated, buddy.”
spilled milk by evcndiaz/ @evcndiaz (Post-Coma | 4K | Teen): or; In the aftermath of Buck's coma, Eddie can't look at him. (Part 1 of longing tastes like grief and desire)
something familiar by evcndiaz/ @evcndiaz (Post-S6E15 | 1K | Teen): or; Buck and Eddie get burgers after visiting Marie's grave, and Eddie feels too many things. (Part 2 of longing tastes like grief and desire)
standing on the edge (of great) by evcndiaz/ @evcndiaz (Ediie/Ana Break-Up | 5K | Mature): or; eddie says buck's name during sex with ana. it goes about as well as you would expect. and then somehow, it gets a little better
🔥 Love in the Time of TikTok by evcndiaz/ @evcndiaz (Post-S4 | 5K | Teen): It seems kind of dystopian to let millions of people know he’s in love with his best friend before telling said best friend first, doesn’t it? Whatever. Fuck it. It’s not like anyone he knows in real life watches his Tik Toks anyway, so he can be a little freer with the truth even if doesn’t tell his followers everything. He already keeps a tight cinch around his emotions when he’s at work, he can let his guard down a little on here, right?
this life that we've created (or: how silvia rodriguez learned to believe in fairytales again) by evcndiaz/ @evcndiaz (Post-S4E5: Eddie Begins, Outsider POV | 2K | Teen): or; eddie makes buck christopher's legal guardian told from his lawyer's perspective. because why not
hear me now by evcndiaz/ @evcndiaz (Post-S4E5: Eddie Begins | 5K | Teen): or; eddie finds the footage of buck trying to dig to him in Eddie Begins. conversations and feelings ensue
When My Eyes Are Closed (Til Right When They Open) by mintedwitcher (Season 5, Getting Together | 2K | Teen): When Chris has a tantrum, Eddie slips and refers to Buck as Chris's dad. A lot of feelings are revealed and Eddie has a few realisations at his kitchen table. Buck, as always, is right there.
The First Place I Go (When I'm Trying to Hide) by mintedwitcher (Season 5, Getting Together | 2K | Teen): A companion piece to When My Eyes are Closed, wherein Buck realises he's in love with Eddie because Chris talks with his mouth full.
hungry for your love by evcndiaz/ @evcndiaz (Getting Together | 1,8K | General): prompt: "who’s gonna write a fanfic where chris is not cooperating with buck and eddie accidentally says “listen to your dad”?"
I wanna spend my forever like that by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (Sick Eddie, Getting Together | 8K | General): Eddie catches a cold and stubbornly denies he's sick, while a fondly exasperated Buck is trying to take care of him.
nicknames, supernova similes and the family we make by thewolvesof1998/ @thewolvesof1998 (Established Buddie | <1K | General): Bobby and Athena meet Buck and Eddie's new baby girl.
Nobody Can Do Everything by browney3dgirl6/ @hoodie-buck (Canon Divergence, Teacher Buck | 4K | General): It's parent/teacher night, Eddie having brought Carla along to help him navigate through the vast school. Most of the teachers are unmemorable, save for the pretty English teacher, though she isn't the one that keeps his attention. No, that would be the one with blue eyes, the one his son is always talking about.
if I could see you (once more, to see you) by colonoscopys/ @colonoscopys (Canon Divergent, Coma | 21K | Teen): Or, in the aftermath of a building collapse, Eddie mourns. Buck dreams.
Kiss Me Drunk When You're Sober by giselleslash/ @gigi-gigi (Getting Together | 5K | General): Buck makes a drunken confession and Eddie makes a decision.
Podfics
🔥 [Podfic] Curl Up in My Heart and Let Me Keep You by liketherestofla, MistMarauder / @mistmarauder (Animal Transformation | 1-1.5h | Teen): When an orange tabby cat starts hanging around the Diaz house, Eddie doesn't think anything of it. The little guy's cute and cuddly, and seems to always know when Eddie's having a bad time. Weird how the cat's never around when Buck is, though.
🔥 [Podfic] Love in the Time of TikTok by MistMarauder/ @mistmarauder (Post-S4 | 30-45 min | Teen): It seems kind of dystopian to let millions of people know he’s in love with his best friend before telling said best friend first, doesn’t it? Whatever. Fuck it. It’s not like anyone he knows in real life watches his Tik Toks anyway, so he can be a little freer with the truth even if doesn’t tell his followers everything. He already keeps a tight cinch around his emotions when he’s at work, he can let his guard down a little on here, right?
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🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon, S1 through S6 | 99/? | 261K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.
🔥 Both Blade and Branch by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Post-S6 | 4/13 | 16K | Mature): The chances of being struck by lightning twice are incredibly minute, but Buck still manages to pull it off. During a double date with Marisol and Natalia, nonetheless. Eddie manages to resuscitate him, but as Buck recovers from yet another trauma, Eddie can’t help but notice there’s something very different about him. He’s not quite sure what version of Buck he got back.
🔥 and here, too, am i by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Future fic, Married Buddie | 3/4 | 31K | Teen): Six months into their marriage, Eddie is still struggling to decide whether or not he wants more kids, when he knows Buck does. The universe may not scream, but it certainly talks.
Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel (Demon Buck, Canon Divergent | 7/? | 12K | Teen): Buck is a demon with the power to help with pregnancy, childbirth, and infant health. When the Buckleys make a deal asking for someone to help 'save their baby', Buck leaps at the chance as it will give him what he's always wanted: a life on earth. But demon deals are tricky and neither of them gets quite what they're after. This is Buck's journey as he navigates growing up on earth and remembering how to help those in need.
Fractals from the Lightning Bolt by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (One Shots Collection | 38/54 | 73K | Not Rated)
I Haven't Found A Better Title For This Than "Read This In The Six Months Before I Made This Blog And It Somehow Made Its Way To My History Now So I'm Reccing It Post-Facto"
🔥 tomorrow will always and forever now be today (tomorrow is our always and forever) by withmeornotatall (Post-S6, Time Loop | 43K | Mature): eddie gets trapped in a time loop on the day buck marries natalia
#buddie#buddie fic#911 fanfic#911 fanfiction#911 fic#buddie fanfic#buddie fic rec#buddie fanfiction#epic buddie fic rec
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Epic Stucky Fic Rec | February, March & April 2023
I'm alive! 😅 I started making a fic rec for February and March in the beginning of April and then I completely forgot about it... and then by the time I remembered, April was almost done so I figured I'd wait 😆
Should I make a new banner? yes. Will I? Maybe ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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💙 Additional Information series by notlucy/ @notlucy (Modern AU, Coworkers, Sugard Daddy/Daddy Kink, BDSM | Explicit)
Proprietary Information (85K): Okay, so Bucky Barnes has a crush on Steve Rogers. The guy's gorgeous, talented and, oh yeah, the Chief Design Officer of the biggest tech company in the world. In other words: he's so far out of Bucky's league that he might as well be in a different stratosphere.
Preoccupations (6K): Steve doesn't usually pay much attention to the new hires. But there's something about this kid.
Brooklyn's on Fire (4K): Steve's turning thirty-seven and he really only wants one thing for his birthday.
Gimme Danger (6K): Bucky doesn't have time to explore his exhibitionist kink. He's very busy. He asks Steve about it anyway.
Remember You Well (in the Chelsea Hotel) (5K): Steve can't quite believe he has Bucky back. It seems too good to be true after the hell he endured while missing him. The universe, however, is full of surprises.
Close Call (6K): Bucky and Steve make it through two weeks of living together before the inevitable "first fight" of cohabitation. They (mostly) handle it like adults. And the makeup sex is killer, in Bucky's not-so-humble opinion.
To Sir, With Love (10K): Steve recognizes that his jealousy over Bucky's infatuation with one of his professors isn't rational, but that doesn't make it any less real. And, hey, if you can't beat them, join them, right? Besides, he's always wanted a tweed jacket.
Mergers and Acquisitions (41K): Steve and Bucky are going to the chapel, and they’re going to get married. Meanwhile, Peggy and Natasha…
💙 a day in the life by powerfulowl (StuckyFlangst) / @stuckyflangst (Post-Endgame Fix-It, Time Travel, Groundhog Day | 20K | Explicit): Steve Rogers wakes up on Tuesday October 30 1956, and doesn't seem to remember his life that well. Why does every day feel so familiar? And why does he keep getting visited by tall, dark, handsome men who remind him of Bucky?
The Day After, the Aftermath, or Whatever It Is That Feels Like a Hangover, Christmas, and His Birthday All at the Same Time by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (hutchabelle)/ @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (Modern AU | 1K | Mature): Bucky wakes the day after his thirtieth birthday with a hangover, a hardon, and a beautiful man sharing his bed.
Tell Me I Can Have It All by HaniTrash/ @hanitrash (Stucky in Wakanda | 1K | Explicit): Steve is tired of Bucky trying to push him away after he comes out of cryo in Wakanda. Rehashing the same argument brings up some new information that Bucky can't ignore, and makes him second-guess his decision to keep Steve at arm's length.
I'd Fuck Me by fandomfluffandfuck/ @fandomfluffandfuck (Evanstan, PWP | 6K | Explicit): When unexpectedly given a unique hotel room while on a Marvel press tour, Chris Evans ends up spending his evening alone, yet still making the most of his room... (Part 1 of Fuck This)
I'd Fuck You by fandomfluffandfuck/ @fandomfluffandfuck (Evanstan RPF | 8K | Explicit): Armed with nudes that contain enough raw sexual energy to cause nuclear explosions, Chris decides it's time to fucking blow Sebastian's mind... (Part 2 of Fuck This)
Captain Orgy 69 @ gmail.com by Gfawkes/ @gfawkesphoenixchokingonashes (Evanstan RPF, Friends to Lovers | 12K | Explicit): Or, Chris and Sebastian finally star in that rom-com they've been talking about.
My Heart Belongs to Captain Rogers by lavenderbucky (Canon | 3K | General): Steve wakes up late for his run, wears one of Bucky's shirts in public and goes slightly viral on Twitter. You know. Just an average day in his life.
5 Times Bucky Styled His Hair + 1 Time Steve Did It For Him by lavenderbucky (Post-WS | 8K | Teen): Steve is so happy to have Bucky back. His best friend is a little different to how he was in the 40s, but in some ways he's the exact same. But even if Bucky is his favourite person in the world, and even if Steve thinks his hair is really, really pretty, Steve's feelings for him are completely platonic. Right? Or: a love story, told through Bucky's hair.
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💙 This is (not) a Ghost Story [COMIC] by PottersPink/ @potterspink (Post-WS | 11/31 | General): Steve moves into a haunted house. Well — everyone else is convinced it’s haunted, anyways.
Countermoves by cable-knit-sweater (cable_knit_sweater) (Evanstan RPF, CATFA | 11K | Explicit): Sebastian knows about Chris Evans, has to take his shot when he sees him. Chris doesn’t have a clue who Sebastian is, aside from being a pretty guy he meets in a club. The attraction is instant, and Sebastian takes Chris home, with a little detour or two. Chris thinks it’s just a one-night stand he’ll be thinking about for a long time, cursing himself for not getting the guy’s number. Until a couple of months later, he has the first table read for Captain America: The First Avenger, and he meets him again.
💙 Whip Crack by Quarra/ @quarra (Canon Divergent, Tentacle Monster Steve | 15/? | 119K | Explicit): Tentacle Monster Steve is captured by Hydra. They send in the Winter Soldier with a bull whip to break him, but as far as Steve’s concerned the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen walked in to his cell and started waving a sexy black tentacle at him. It’s love at first sight.
💙 hey now, you’re an all star (get your game on, go play) by buckyismybicycle/ @buckyismybicycle (NHL Hockey AU | 20/? | 63K | Explicit): Boston Bruins trade notorious party animal/human disaster Bucky Barnes to the Dallas Stars, and captain Steve Rogers is not impressed when Fury puts him on babysitting duties. But, as he gets to know Bucky - really gets to know Bucky - he wonders if maybe the media has got it all wrong - very, very wrong.
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💙 Latte Art and Slow Dancing in the Dark by deadonarrival (Modern AU with powers, Daddy kink | 89K | Explicit): Bucky is a somewhat well-adjusted former army sniper that got his shoulder blown out. He took his discharge and went home to finish school. His best friends and roommates (Nat & Clint) are CIA agents and tip him off that their local Sbux is hiring. He gets a job there and meets none other than the hottest guy on earth. So how does one get a date in the most top secret government location in the US? What happens when that guy is more than just a hot dorito and wants to give Bucky everything he wants?
Now! That’s What I Call 90’s Slow Jams by deadonarrival (Modern AU | 11K | Mature): Steve goes home for the wedding of Becca Barnes and while he’s there he runs into his old crush. Her brother. Except now they are both hot as shit. Oh no whatever will happen.
Brooklyn by togina/ @toli-a (Post-WS | 8,7K | Teen): "Captain America, what’s your stance on gay marriage?“ Everyone knows that, by now. Everyone but Bucky.
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i think there's still a few hours left for your gala, right?? 👁 if so, id like to request 💻 the angst prompt "no, im actually not ok," w austin.. maybe some h/c after the oscars? 🥺🙏
i don't know what i'm feeling
fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 )
rating: g, t if you really squint.
pairing: austin butler x gender neutral reader
word count: 802
warnings: austin being sad post oscars. talk about the oscars. talk about the whale.
author’s note: thank you anon and you were right i did have a few more hours when you sent this to me and was hoping someone would allow me the chance to do a hurt and comfort with this. full disclosure to everyone, i said it once before, if austin was going to lose to anyone, i did want it to be brendan because i was iffy on colin. however, i despise of the whale as a movie- and truly wish brendan had won for literally anything else. so do not take anything i have austin say as my own opinion on the movie itself. i hate it.
this is for my 1k gala with the angst prompt of “no, i’m actually not ok.” and saints preserve me i'll live in my universe where i made this boy drunkenly say to his girl some nasty sexy things post oscar. also i'm not the biggest fan of this but i can't tell if that's purely because i'm in my own head about it or not. still hope you enjoy. also i didn't mess up my word count for the third time in all my gala pieces, what are you talking about.
It's an honor to be nominated. It's an honor to be put in the same league as actors who've been in the business for decades. It's an honor to be nominated along someone who's going to grow with him in their crafts. If he was going to lose to anyone everyone had said it was going to be him or Brendan and damn if he didn't think the man deserved it. The Whale was tough to watch but it was good- it was the sort of thing that earned an actor their Oscar. He shouldn't be- He shouldn't be feeling the way he does. Bill didn't get a single award all season and Colin went from a frontrunner with him to the afterthought along with Paul.
He can't even talk about this with Barry because it was always Ke's one to lose and he wasn't going to. Maybe Angela- but hadn't hers been wrapped in the grief from losing Chadwick. He still can't believe he heard Samuel L Jackson make a noise for him of all people behind him. He should be happy, this is the start of him finally making a difference. Making his fans proud and happy for him like Elvis. Making his mom proud that all her work wasn't for nothing. Making Lisa and Priscilla proud wasn't for nothing but why does he feel as if it was in this moment. Why is his brain just telling him this is how it starts? He'll have this whirlwind of three years and then three projects back to back to back only to have nothing afterward. Angela feels him tense a little- she must have because she looks at him and squeezes his hand once again before nodding over to you.
You- you can help ease his mind, once you're in the car he'll talk to you, whisper in your ear how this was not how he thought this night would go. His eyes meet yours and you smile gently before shrugging a little. He watches your lips mouth "love you" before he focuses on the last of the awards. It's a bit of organized chaos leaving the theater and it almost seems as if there's just an Elvis line of people walking around hand in hand like a bunch of kindergarteners before Austin and you finally get into a car and you squeeze his hand. "You okay?"
If it was anyone else, if it was Baz or Liv or Catherine or Kelvin or Luke- if it was anyone he'd lie. But you deserve the truth in a way that very few people do in this circumstance. "No, I'm actually not. I- I don't even know what I'm feeling. I'm mad but I shouldn't. I was nominated for an Oscar. I used to dream about this. I almost won an Oscar!"
"You have a Golden Globe! And a BAFTA!" You remind him, your voice matching his in volume before your hand moves to cup his cheek. There's a wet bit that you brush away with your thumb. "You're allowed to feel something, Austin. It doesn't make you a bad person or take away from Brendan's win because I know you, I know we're going to go the party and you're gonna see him and he's gonna give you a big dad hug and you're gonna gush. And you're gonna bounce up and down with Ke and make sure Baz doesn't drink too much because Catherine asked you too."
The laugh that bubbles up from him is wet sounding, covered in unshed tears as he sniffles. "Forgot how I'm gonna tell Luke about Polly making me do some moves for party tricks. And how Kelvin is going to remind me to-"
"Chill out?" You finish like that's actually what Austin was going to say before he shakes his head, allowing himself to just rest his head in your hand.
"Something like that. I just thought- I let my hopes get up." Austin whispers and you frown.
"No one blames you for that, you know. I don't. Tell you what. When we get to the party, how about we just sit in the car for a little bit until you calm down. And then when we get there, we just relax. Just for a little bit until you stop hurting so much. I'll shoo away the cameras with my charm." Austin raises an eyebrow knowing that isn't always how things go with you and him.
"Yeah? No fighting that'll get us both in trouble?"
"Pinky swear." You hold out your pinky as you move to kiss Austin. "Now, how about we focus on our plans for after tonight. I believe someone promised me a vacation?"
Austin's answer is a hum before he gives you another kiss. "How do you feel about the mountains?"
#austin butler#austin butler angst#austin butler x you#austin butler x reader#austin butler x y/n#austin butler fanfic#austin butler fluff#austin butler fanfiction#ally's 1k gala#ally writes
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Fic Writing review 2023!
I was tagged by: @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @aidaronan @exhuastedpigeon @jamespearce9-1-1 @theotherbuckley @aspecbuddie @thewolvesof1998 @daffi-990 (And possibly others, i may have missed one or two, sorry if i did!)
I can't believe 2023 is over, honestly. This year has had some ups and downs for sure but overall I'm so proud of what I've achieved. I started the year mainly writing Stranger Things fics, and while I still love that fandom and all of the wonderful people I met there, my inspiration for writing it was beginning to fade.
And along came 9-1-1. I am so happy with where I've ended up, and for all the new friends I've made since I found this show back in April!
Here's an overview of my year in fic:
Words posted to ao3: 235,060
Words written: 250,465
Works posted: 38
Fandoms posted for: 3 (Stranger Things, 9-1-1, MCU/Captain America)
Specifics and tags are under the cut!
Longest fic:
Crawling on Back to You
109k words, 30 chapters
Stranger Things, Steve/Eddie, Rated E
Shortest fic:
Keep on Walkin' and don't look back
521 words
Stranger Things, Steve/Eddie, Rated T
Top 5 by kudos:
1. Right in front of your eyes
9-1-1, Buddie, 15k
He and Chris, and Buck. They work, they’re a unit. Why should it matter that he’s single?
Buck is watching him, like he’s reading every thought on his face.
“You’re already planning to lie about the date. Why don’t you just tell her you met someone yourself?”
Eddie shrugs and tilts his head to the side, squinting in thought. “She won’t set me up on dates if she thinks I’ve got someone,” he muses. “But she’ll want to meet whoever it is.”
“So... Introduce them?”
Or: Buck offers to fake-date Eddie so Pepa will stop setting him up on dates.
2. Pinky Promise
9-1-1, Buddie, 1k
Christopher Diaz doesn't mind that his dad's dating someone new. He's not dumb, he knows there's someone. The way his dad has been smiling lately, the way Chris catches him staring at his coffee, daydreaming like he isn't a grown man. The sleepovers Chris is suddenly allowed to go to on almost a weekly basis.
Chris is happy for him, really he is. He’s just not planning to let himself get attached to whoever it turns out to be, just in case. He doesn't need a step-parent, because he has Dad, and he has Buck, and that’s enough.
Whoever his dad dates, well. They'll probably leave, eventually. Chris doesn’t need to worry about them.
Or: Eddie and Buck come to Chris with some news, and he doesn't take it very well at all.
3. Peek-A-Boo
Stranger Things, Steddie, 1k
Eddie tried not to stare. He really tried. He didn't notice at first, too preoccupied with the tub of pringles he'd been making his way through while talking about Corroded Coffin's last gig. Sure, he'd noticed the shorts. The ridiculous amount of leg Steve was showing, the way they hugged his ass, but it wasn't until Steve moved, lifted one foot to rest on the cushion, knees spread, that Eddie noticed another feature of the shorts.
Or: Steve puts on a bit of an accidental show.
4. Definition
9-1-1, Buddie, 2k
It keeps happening, time and time again. People get it wrong. Whatever people say, it feels wrong and they don't know how to set the record straight, until Chris takes it into his own hands.
or: 5 times people get Buck's role in Chris's life wrong, and 1 time they set the record straight
5. take my hand (knot your fingers through mine)
9-1-1, Buddie, 4k, written with @pock-o-pea
At least Buck’s okay. He’s outside, safe, doing his job. Buck’s okay, which means no matter what happens inside this van, If the crushing weight of the fridge takes him before Buck can get to him, if the van pancakes or flips or any number of likely disasters occur, if Eddie dies in here, alone, and in pain, then…
He thinks of Mallory, of Jo. How they’d called out for each other.
His eyes shut briefly as Mallory’s words echo in his head. “She’s not my daughter. Jo’s mother was my best friend… she saved me so many times.”
Or: what 6x18 could've been
2023 Events I've participated in: AUgust, Fandom Trumps Hate
Current works in progress:
The bodyguard fic (somebody to someone) -One chapter posted, 3 more written and (almost) ready to post!
Steve time travelling in the upside down (of moments and unmoments (of time lost)) -One posted, two more in the drafts 😁
The break-up fic (you were my town) - Two posted, the third almost ready to post
Season 7 fic: 10 chapters, currently being edited to post
and then a bunch of isolated oneshots I've yet to figure out an ending for: 5+1 times Eddie sees buck with kids that aren't his, friends with benefits, secret relationship, Teacher!Buck, Buckley siblings kiss of death, Buck in the stairs (just started this one last night!)
Goals for 2024:
I want to finish posting all of the WIPs which are already on ao3, post my s7 fic before March 14, keep working on all the WIPs I have in my docs and of course write more and keep sharing!
Most of all I want to keep participating in this wonderful fandom I've found on here, I have had *such* a good time over the past year in fandom 🥰🥰
No pressure tags (sorry if you've already done this and I missed it!)
@hellwrites @the-emdash @wildlife4life @disasterbuckdiaz @loserdiaz @jeeyuns @callmenewbie @911-on-abc @bittersweet-in-boston @kwills91 @trenchcoatsandtimetravel @spotsandsocks @devirnis @housewifebuck @lover-of-mine @gayhoediaz @mojowitchcraft @wikiangela @steadfastsaturnsrings @sunflowerdiaiz @cardamomsage @velvetjinx
Also tagging anyone else who might want to look back at the year and I've accidentally missed!
Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either.
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Water and Rock
Interlude
Pairing: Obi Wan × FemReader
Warnings: None
Length: 1K (A Short Preview)
Spoilers below the cut...
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I wanted to show some appreciation for everyone who's been so kindly and patiently waiting for chapter ten, so here's an (early) WIP Wednesday bit.
This chapter is longer than the others, and I'm admittedly less comfortable with the technical aspects of spacey things so I'm very, very grateful people have been so nice about the long wait while I edit down 9K words, which I initially thought of splitting into two chapters, but eventually realized flows better as one.
I hope to have it posted very soon (this week-ish) and in the meantime, I'd like to share the first 1K in gratitude for those who have stuck through the wait.
Thank you again!
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Several years ago, in the gardens of the Jedi temple on Coruscant...
"Please, Master. Be honest."
His eyes seem to snap back into focus when the tone of your voice goes up at the end of the question. He'd been looking at you, you realize, and you don't know for how long. The way he resets his posture before answering, he'd almost seemed... uncomfortable? On edge? You can't quite place it. Perhaps, you think, he senses your uncertainty. Your weakness.
With each second that passes before he responds, your anxiety increases. He shifts on the bench, sliding his gaze to the foliage in front of him, a whisper of a smile on his face.
"Often I am told," he says softly, "that these final days before one's padawan completes the trials are celebratory. Peaceful and reflective..."
You widen your eyes a bit and tilt your head, expectant - knowing he's feeling the tension of you staring at him without needing to look in your direction. But he does, eventually, turn to face you, dropping the act of the put-upon master.
"The council believes you are ready. They would not have asked you otherwise."
"That's not what I asked."
He holds your gaze. "I know you will pass. I have every confidence in your abilities."
You break eye contact. "Thank you. But that's not exactly what I asked, either."
He gives you a wry look. "Then perhaps you could clarify precisely what question I'm answering?"
You're tugging a loose thread at the end of your sleeve, hands in your lap. "Do you truly believe I'm ready?"
He doesn't answer right away. Your fingers still, stopping their fidgeting when you force yourself to look at him again. "Is it not normally the master who approaches the council when a padawan is ready for the trials? Isn't it unusual for the council to make a request like this?"
His brows raise in acknowledgement, and he nods slightly. "It is indeed unusual. But these are unusual times. And you possess a unique gift. The council does not make these decisions lightly."
"You still haven't answered my question."
The corners of his bearded mouth tip up into a melancholy smile. "Whether I believe you will pass or that you are ready may be two different questions, but my answer changes nothing. As Jedi, we have a responsibility to protect life and serve the Republic. You have been called upon, and if you are capable, you must answer." His expression becomes more sincere. "And you are capable."
You try to mirror his smile, but your stomach is upside down. "I understand."
You watch another pair of Jedi as they stroll through the greenery in the distance, seeming to take much more pleasure in their surroundings than you presently are. Silence hangs between the two of you, and it's a kind of silence that's never been there before. You're on the precipice of something, and it's not just the trials. Something about him in this moment is different. It's in the way he's looking at you; the way he hesitates before answering. He's not just thoughtful, or pensive. It's something else.
But then, something has changed in you, too - ever since the council shared those fated words.
You venture another question, your voice even quieter this time.
"Once I'm... no longer your padawan," you begin haltingly, "is it still permitted for me to seek your guidance, if I need it?"
As you tense your shoulders in anticipation of his answer, he just offers another smile. "You have my guidance whenever you are in need of it."
His words might have brought you comfort, if he'd left it at that. But he goes on.
"Even if I were to fall in battle tomorrow, the lessons I have passed on will always remain, as a part of you." He places a hand very gently at the side of your shoulder. "The teachings of generations of Jedi are within you. You need only ask for guidance, and you shall always have it."
He's rarely this affectionate, and it forces the rest of your words to stay wrapped up tightly inside you. It seems ungrateful, now, to ask whether you can still bother him for tea and meditation.
You bite back the question you'd really wanted to ask - the one that had been on your mind ever since your first discussion of the trials: Would you still be a team, even when things were different?
You pull your mouth into a tight smile that lacks the proper strength. All you can do now is nod.
Then, you do as he's always instructed - as you always have - and reach out into the force, releasing your feelings.
"Thank you, Master. You're right. I am ready."
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Several years later, approaching the Separatist outpost on Asar-2...
"Are you alright?" Obi Wan asks after your second sigh permeates the silence in the cockpit.
The closer you get, the more reality is setting in, and you're struggling to hide it. Your initial thought is to lie, but it occurs to you that you're both in too far at this point to turn back. You tell the truth.
"I'm nervous."
A beat passes. He flips a couple of switches and you can't be sure whether he's silent in response to your answer, or just because he's concentrating on flying the ship. You squirm, just slightly, but enough for Obi Wan's muscles to stiffen. Yet again you have to remind yourself to stay still, and more words tumble out of you.
"The time pressure, and what's at stake... If we don't..."
"Commander," he interrupts you softly. "You have made your decision. Now you must be at peace with it."
This silences you. He's correct, as he usually is. And after this morning's heated discussion regarding your part in the mission, you can't have expected him to comfort you.
But he does anyway.
"There is no emotion; there is peace," he reminds you, his voice decidedly calm and even.
All at once, everything - the noise in your head, your buzzing nerves, the tense air that surrounds you - all of it begins to fade. The familiar mantra leaves your lips in answer to him. "There is no ignorance; there is knowledge..."
You finish the lines, and he helps you, murmuring the words just behind yours, as he moves a gloved hand here and there to keep the ship on course.
"There is no death," you complete the last line slowly. "Only the force."
There is no death...
"We'll be landing in a moment. Remember, we approach from the West - landing South and coming over that ridge, there." He gestures through the windshield and your eyes follow. "You'll need to deactivate the lateral thrusters for me. I can't reach them with you sitting like this."
He points again, to a switch just above your knee. You lean forward. "Alright. Just tell me when."
His breath is shortened, his voice strained when he answers. "Thirty more seconds."
...
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More to come soon!
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Aftercare - kth
"aftercare": a post-sex necessity, and not one taehyung is usually fond of (or familiar with).
» genre: fluff, drabble
» word count: less than 1k
Aftercare - kth
i let go of the bedsheets crunched under my hands and let my legs fall limp against the bed as my boyfriend rolls over beside me, equally as exhausted.
we rest in a comfortable silence, soaking in each other's presence as we come down from our highs.
"a-are you okay?" he asks almost shyly, causing me to grin and turn my head to face him.
"i feel amazing." i answer him honestly, watching an unfamiliar heat take onto his cheeks.
he nods with a sheepish grin before sitting up. i relax back into the bed, letting my eyes flutter close, feeling terribly sleepy and wanting nothing but to drown myself in his scent as i fall asleep.
he chuckles quietly, pulling some shorts on and walking towards the bathroom, "did i tire you out?" i hum and nod, turning to cuddle the sheets against my body as i desperately search for another source of warmth. "don't fall asleep yet, you should at least let me clean you and dress you up before you fall asleep."
after sighing i sit up with the blankets wrapped around me and pout, "do i have to?”
he grins and walks to me, pulling me out of the bed and into the bathroom where the water was already running in the semi-filled tub.
"yes, you have to. just sit and i'll do everything for you." i look up at him, bewildered at his behavior. i love taehyung dearly, but the “caretaker” role is something he is extremely unfamiliar with. he is unfamiliar with how to express many emotions and to his credit, he's improved a lot over the course of our relationship.
i was hesitant at the start but i believed he was a man of his words, and to say i'm happily surprised is an understatement. truthfully, i'm proud.
instead of bombarding him with my thoughts and possibly overwhelming him, i settle with a thank you and a peck on the cheek before entering the warm tub.
he reaches over to grab my loofa, taking the soap and applying it onto it before activating it with water and washing me with it.
he's almost too gentle in the way he touches me, exactly like he was in bed moments ago.
treating me like a porcelain doll.
he finishes washing my body as best he can with little help from me, i'm too busy zoning in and out. his feathery touches mixed with the warmth of the bath would be enough to put anyone to sleep at an instant.
"do you feel good?" he asks hesitantly.
i open my eyes to see him looking back at me,
"i feel great taehyung, you don't have to keep asking me that."
he looks down timidly before standing up and pulling a towel out of the closet, "stand up for me baby.
i slowly rise from the tub, ignoring his burning gaze on my body for the sake of focusing on not slipping as i step out. he doesn't waste a second, wrapping the towel around to keep me warm as he pats me down.
he stops suddenly, staring at me wordlessly,
"what?" i ask him with a light laugh.
he shrugs, "you're just, really beautiful. i-i know i don't say it a lot but whenever i think about it i just, never can get the words out. there's no right word to describe you.”
i stand there, dripping stoically as i process what he said. as i begin to reply he leaves the bathroom.
"hey wait, you can't just say that and leave!"
i hear him chuckle, stopping in front of our dresser as he starts pulling out clean clothes for us both.
"are shorts and a t-shirt good? or do you want pants?”
i pad my way over to him and wrap my arms around his waist, "that sounds fine, so long as it's one of your shirts.
"are yours not good enough?"
i roll my eyes and pull away from him, just give me something comfy."
he nods and hands me my underwear, pants, and one of his favorite tee-shirts, along with a peck on my head, "anything for my princess."
i shake my head at the sarcastic nickname that has obviously grown on him while we change. i throw myself back into bed, craving sleep and warmth. i reach my hand out to taehyung as he purposefully takes his time in joining me.
"tachyungie~" i whine, "please lay down."
he laughs, "why? i like standing." he stretches, “good for the knees.”
i pout and turn my back to him, "fine, stand the whole night then."
i hear him laugh and after a few moments the bed dips on his side and his arm slides across my waist and he presses his body against mine.
“sorry, you're just so fun to tease.”
i continue to ignore him, causing him to sigh. he then begins to leave little kisses along my head, neck, and shoulders, before surrendering his romantic gestures and going straight to just tickling me.
i laugh and squirm, “o-okay, quit! i-i’m not mad anymore!”
“good, glad you found it in your heart to forgive me.” he stops his attack and pulls me closer, "because i love you."
that wasn't the first time that night i’d heard it, but each time somehow feels more genuine and warm than the last.
"i love you more."
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do y'all prefer reading fics in first person pov "i did this" or second person "you did this" ?? or no preference, i've always wondered so lmk!! thank u for reading, hope u enjoyed and wishing you all a fantastic day <3 - ara
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Happy 1k :D
Can I ask “What are you doing here? It’s 3 a.m.” with Steve Harrington? With reader saying that to Steve
thanks for this lovely request!!
prompt used: "What are you doing here? It's 3 am."
pairing: steve harrington x gn!reader (no pronouns used)
word count: 1,193
warnings/what to expect: lots of fluff, steve being very much in love with you, boyfriend!steve
a reblog and/or comment on my posts really help me out as a content creator so thank you in advance if you take the time to do either!
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You've been feeling like the luckiest person in the entire world lately, all because of a certain someone that completely changed your life for the better. That was no other than Steve Harrington, your (now officially) boyfriend.
As soon as the two of you met, you knew he was going to become someone special. How could he not be when he's so incredibly adorable and makes you laugh like no other? Steve just had this charisma to him that made everyone like him, so of course you wouldn't be an exception when your friend Robin introduced the two of you.
Before you know it you started to fall for him, and you couldn't believe it when he asked you to go to the movies with him. After that date followed many more, and each second you spend with Steve made it more clear that he's really the best thing that has ever happened to you.
And it was after one of his late-night shifts that he asked you to be his partner. He hated doing inventory so as a punishment for being late last week, Keith assigned him said task. Therefore, Steve had to cancel a date the two of you had planned for that night, but you had no problem helping him with his job if it meant spending time with him.
It wasn't a big gesture. He wasn't standing in the middle of the school's gym proclaiming his love for you, nor was he waiting for you outside your house with this big surprise planned. It was just the two of you at the Family Video, his car the only one in the small parking lot in front of the store, piles of unorganized movies on top of the counter, his arms around you as he tells you just how happy he is with you and how he never wants to let you go. No, it wasn't anything pre planned, but it was just perfect. Everything with Steve was special, no matter the circumstance.
Your friends and family love him. He's so caring and loyal to you. He's the perfect company for a poorly-planned road trip for the day just as an excuse to escape town for a little bit, but he's also a great companion to just stay cuddling in bed all day. Steve's just perfect, and you couldn't believe you were lucky enough to have him as your boyfriend.
You weren't looking to fall in love, it just happened. You two fell for each other unexpectedly, but everything worked out perfectly. It felt almost as if it was meant to be, even when neither of you saw it coming.
That night you were talking to Steve on the phone for a long time. You'd always call each other just to talk about your day and get to hear each other's voice. Even when he'd only talk about a random uneventful day at work, you loved to hear his stories. You loved every single thing about him.
"I miss you," he would confess on the phone, making you smile. "How about I stop by your house tonight?"
"What, are you insane?" you chuckle. "It's late, Steve."
"I don't care. I want to see you."
"You have work tomorrow morning, remember? You can't be late again."
You hear him groan in complaint at your comment of him having to work early tomorrow. "It'll be worth it if it means I can stay in bed with you."
"As much as I love the sound of that, you really need to get sleep."
After finally convincing him to stay in his house, the two of you talked for a few more minutes before hanging up. You got ready for bed and eventually fell asleep like any other day. However, tonight was different, because after a few hours of sleep you were woken up by light knocks on your window.
Evidently, you panicked, not knowing who or what was outside your window. You tried to calm yourself with the idea that it was a bird or something because your bedroom was located on the second floor of your house. When the knocking didn't stop, you got out of bed and turned on the lamp on your nightstand, staring at the closed curtains and debating whether you should see what was going on by yourself or call your parents.
Before you made a choice, you heard someone whisper, "It's me!"
You'd recognize that voice anywhere.
Moving the curtains aside, you saw Steve struggling to keep himself from falling, holding onto the exterior of the window structure, flashing a smile your way. Despite knowing he could fall any second now, he looked relatively unbothered for someone who's hanging from a window in the middle of the night.
You quickly opened the window for him, helping him to climb inside your bedroom. When you turned to check the time, you noticed how late it was, turning back to look at Steve who was now carefully closing the window to avoid making a sound.
"What are you doing here? It's 3 AM!" you pointed out, trying to keep your voice down in fears of waking someone up.
"I missed you," he shrugged, your eyebrows furrowing at his response.
"Well, you could've waited until tomorrow."
"Couldn't wait that long," Steve replied, taking a few steps closer to you to wrap his arms around you, his head resting on your shoulder as he started leaving kisses all over your neck, knowing how much you love when he does that.
He knew exactly what he was doing, pulling you close to his body and continuing to kiss the sensitive skin of your neck like that, his hair tickling the side of your face. Steve moved back just so he could look at you, a grin plastered on his face before leaning closer to kiss you again, this time on your lips.
You couldn't resist him. Instead of moving back, you completely gave into the kiss, your hands at each side of his face as a silent indication that you didn't want him to pull away from you so quickly, wanting to enjoy the feeling of his lips against yours.
When both of you need to move back in order to breathe, you look up at him and quickly say, "Let's go to sleep, okay?"
Steve nodded, gently kissing your forehead before starting to get ready for bed. You got under the covers and waited for him to take off his shoes and jeans, watching as he turned off the lamp and then joining you, immediately snuggling closer to your body. You turned so your back would be pressed to his chest, him cuddling you from behind, leaving a last kiss on top of your shoulder.
"Goodnight," you whisper to him.
"Goodnight, honey," you heard him whisper back.
It really wasn't the best decision to drive over to your house to spend the night, knowing he'll have to wake up extra early so he could leave before your parents noticed he was in the house, having to head back home to grab his uniform and take a shower before continuing his route to work. But he couldn't care any less when he's sleeping right next to the person he loves so much. It was, like he said, totally worth it.
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington#steve harrington x gn!reader#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington fic#stranger things x reader#stranger things
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Spread love to fanfic writers! Answer these questions about your fanfics then send this to 5 other fanfic writers Name a fic you loved writing the most. Name a fic that others loved but you didn’t care for as much. Name a fic you had the most fun writing. Name a fic that you are the most proud of. Name a fic that you wish had gotten more recognition. Name your happiest/saddest/most comedic fics!
-SnomoScribbles (side blog)
This is so sweet of you to send to me. Thank you!
1. Name a fic you loved writing the most.
I think my most loved fic so far is Ma' Yawntu. Just because I've spent over 6 months (almost a year!?) writing it and I've definitely grown a bit attached.
2. Name a fic that others loved but you didn’t care for as much.
I love my all my fics but probably Whoops if I had to name one. I did not expect that fic to get over 1k hits and it currently stands at 5k. It was my first Avatar fic and I was still trying to nail down how to write each of the characters lol. It's certainly is an experience for me to look back at how I wrote it.
3. Name a fic you had the most fun writing.
I had the most fun writing 4 times Ao'nung kissed Neteyam and 1 time Neteyam kissed Ao'nung. I love fluff and I love reading it and I especially love thinking of those 4+1/5+1 things.
4. Name a fic that you are the most proud of.
I'm the most proud of Ma' Yawntu. I have a word document that I've used to write it and all the extras that currently has 83k words. I sometimes can't believe I actually wrote it in about a year.
5. Name a fic that you wish had gotten more recognition.
I wish my fic The Day of Loneliness got more recognition. It's about Tuk being upset because she was left alone on Pandora's version of Valentines while her friends and family are busy being in love. It's a gen fic so I knew it wouldn't get that much love but I still really like it.
6. Name your happiest/saddest/most comedic fics!
The Courting Gift is one of my saddest but specifically the one I posted to Ao3. The end scene I wrote just makes me sad
5 times Ron went without realizing that Draco and Harry were together and the 1 time he finally came to realize how close they actually were is one of my funniest. It's not in the Avatar fandom and I probably wouldn't characterize the characters the same now. But it holds a special place in my heart.
Breakfast is one of my happiest. It's pure fluff.
Ok I'm done. Have a nice day!
#I used to be obsessed with hp#i'm not joking I have almost 30 hp fics posted to ao3#the quality of writing is less than stellar but still#also I'm only counting my ao3 stuff#not anything I haven't posted yet#or only posted to tumblr
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1K 🥳🥳🎉🎉🎉🎉
UM WHOT !!!!!!!
This is INSANE AGHHH😭😭😭THANK YOU, YOU GUYSSS!!!
SO! In honor of a 1000 followers i decided to make a little 'about me' post. I'm not sure how relevant this will be but no harm in it🤷♀️
🍁My actual name is Huda, but ' El' sort of stands for an alias i made initially to keep myself anonymous at first.
🍁Im 19
🍁I moved to Germany 6 months ago for University where I'm studying International Business
🍁Besides reading, writing and dreaming 💀i also paint and recently started putting them up for sale on Etsy ( i can't work that shit to save my life)
🍁My favorite show (surprisingly isn't PB) is supernatural and I've watched that show on repeat so many times I probably remember every line in every episode.
🍁I'm extremely introverted and have ADHD, not a very good combo tbh
🍁My biggest accomplishment in life is having read 5 books in one day(don't ask how, and I wouldn't blame you if you didn't believe me💀)
🍁I had a pet, emphasis on the had, it's now dead
🍁My blog name came from a mug my moms friend got me because we're both avid readers and writers 🤣
🍁I'm incredibly tall with a staggering height of 5'4 (that was sarcasm there)
🍁I'm the most socially awkward and incapable person you will ever come across.
🍁I'm currently learning Deutsch (since I'm living in germany now : Ich bin allen sehr dankbar, dass sie meine Sachen lesen. *i hope that's right XD*)
🍁I have a severe phobia of water bodies in general (thalassophobia) after almost drowning 3 times in less than 13 years of existing, don't ask me how that's possible cause I have no clue.
That is all, again, thank you to everyone on here. I am truly grateful for every comment, reblog and like.
I'm just tagging some of the people that have constantly supported me on here. If i missed anyone, please know i have the memory of a goldfish, its not personal.
@theshelbyclan @babayaga67 @theshelbyslimited @ysmmsy
@summersimmerus @queenofkings1212 @jyessaminereads @faatxma
#1k milestone#1k celebration#greekwritersworld#peaky blinders imagine#tommy shelby imagine#peaky blinders fanfic
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hiiiiii saraaaaa!! I just want to say I’m so excited for what’s coming with your stories 😎😎like you wanting to write nsfw things?? I think it’s gonna be amazing and interesting to see that part of u!! I did a little catch up with your last updates and the jk one being jealous …. ❤️🔥❤️🔥 I’m also glad that your drabbles are getting longer! Idk, I enjoy a lot your writing style!!💓💓 so whenever I see a considerable “long” post I’m into it <3
Soooo, I have three questions today 🤭:
1. Which member is your bias? Haha I believe it could be either yoongs or hobi? But I think I’ve never seen it, so I’m a little curious about it, tbh
2. I suppose no one’s has requested the Hobi x Plus size reader so can I request the Drabble? <3
3. What would a very very suggestive (like the jk one hahaha) Halloween request with Hobi? I don’t have any plot ideas in mind than a spooky theme; so maybe it could work with question no 2? 🤭. Maybe they are either cooking or watching a movie or decorating the house for their social dinner 🤔I’m sorry it’s so messy but today the ideas are flying out there in the atmosphere :(.
Sending you kisses and big hugs!! <3
Honey, I can't tell you how happy it made me to see your name pop up in my notifs💜
I'm also so excited for some of the ideas I've got brewing, and that my brain had finally decided to let me write more than 1k per fic again(this morning I was looking at my yoongi fic from last spooktober and it was almost 2k? And I wrote that on my phone? Like who was she?!?)
As for your questions, your were close on your guess, my bias is for sure Yoongi! Idk why it happened, I just saw that sarcastic mf and went "that one".
As for 2 and 3, I was literally thinking today how I hadn't written for hobi in a hot minute, so thank you! I really like the cooking and movie ideas, so we'll see what happens! 👀
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I posted 1,908 times in 2022
40 posts created (2%)
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Longest Tag: 101 characters
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#5
Hex my love, I’ve had an awful day and the only thing that would make me feel better is some soft dincobb smut. Can I have some please? 🥺
I'm so sorry you had an awful day, my dear anon!! Here's almost 1k of sweetness just for you🥺♥️
Din rests his back against the stack of pillows, his glasses slip down the bridge of his nose. He holds his book in one hand as his other pushes his glasses back to their previous position upon his nose.
Grogu is staying over at his friend Winta's house. It's the first time their little boy has been away from them. Din shakes his head trying to dislodge the thoughts of how quiet the house is. In his head he knows Grogu is okay, he's only just across the street. Winta's mother, Omera, has their number if there's an emergency or if Grogu gets too scared and wants to come home. But, in his heart, he’s worried for his little boy.
Behind the door that leads to the attached bathroom, the shower water turns off. Din slides the bookmark into his book and places it on the nightstand. He rests his head back against the pillows as the door opens.
Cobb emerges from the bathroom, holding the towel snug around his hips. His easy-going smile falls softly from his face. Din knows he looks pitiful, like a kicked dog Cobb would say.
"Oh, honey." Cobb coos, as he makes his way straight to Din. He lets the damp towel go, letting it fall onto the floor, and crawls naked into bed. Why does he have to look so pretty when Din is having a mini-crisis.
"He's okay." Cobb sits on top of the covers, pulling Din to his chest to hold. Din turns his body toward his husband's warmth, buying his face awkwardly into Cobb’s neck. His glasses dig into the side of his face.
"I know he is. I'm just trying not to think about the what-ifs." Din sighs as Cobb runs his finger through his curls.
"Me too. He’s a tough little devil and I’m sure he’s not even worried about his two stressed old dads. Probably over there hopped up on sugar and causin all kinds of trouble."
“He takes after you.” Din mumbles with a smile against Cobb’s skin.
"Well, he's got your looks so we're even." Cobb places a kiss on the top of Din’s head. Din exhales deeply.
"Feelin' better?"
"Little bit."
"Good, I gotta go put clothes on my ass is freezin."
“What if you got under the covers with me and I kept you warm?” Din pulls his face from Cobb’s neck.
“Hmm, you’re just tryin to keep me naked.”
“Caught me red-handed.” Din rolls his eyes.
“You’re just lucky I’m the sheriff in town.”
Din snorts and gives Cobb a little shove. The two of them pull away from each other, Din helps pull down the covers of the bed as Cobb scoots around to slip his long legs underneath. Din takes a few pillows from the stack behind him and drops them on the bedroom floor. He lays his head down on the single pillow and turns the lamp on the nightstand off.
He turns toward Cobb, who gathers him in his arms to kiss him.
“Hold on, my glasses.” Din chuckles and pulls his frames from his face. Blindly reaching behind him to place them safely on top of his book. He returns to kissing Cobb again. He pulls the blanket up to their shoulders and runs a hand over Cobb’s arm and back. Mostly to warm him up as promised.
Cobb burrows in closer to him, practically smashing their faces and bodies together. Din nibbles his lip in retaliation, careful baby. Cobb whines and slips a hand under Din’s shirt to rub across Din’s chest, sorry.
Din snakes his hand between them to cup Cobb’s growing hardness that digs into Din’s hip.
“Fuck,” Cobb gasps as Din gives him a little squeeze.
“Hm, not tonight I don’t feel like cleaning all that up. This okay?” Din brushes his nose against Cobb’s.
“Yeah yeah yeah.” Cobb chants quietly as Din starts to stroke him. Din moves his mouth back to Cobb’s, who opens his mouth to kiss him hungrily. Din moans into the kiss as Cobb slips a hand into his boxers.
“Good?” Cobb asks breathlessly.
“Real good, baby.”
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#4
Hello! I've had this idea for the longest time. Could you please do DinCobb "may I have this dance?" perhaps rollerskating? Thank you!
Thank you so much for this sending me this prompt! I hope you enjoy this silly little thing ❤️
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
Cobb holds onto the outside rail of the skating rink for dear life. His legs feel as if they’d sweep out from under him at any second. He tries to gently pull himself along the rail, hoping to not fall flat on his ass.
Of all the places his kid wanted to have a birthday party, Grogu had to choose the roller skating rink. So here he is risking life and limb to go out skating with his boy. At least the kid is having fun skating circles around him.
“May I have this dance?” Din’s voice asks suddenly in his ear, almost causing him to lose his footing.
“If you make me fall…” Cobb starts to threaten him as Din joins him out on the rink. Din gracefully skates up alongside him, keeping the slow inching pace that Cobb has set.
“You know I’d never let you fall alone. Now, give me your hand.” Din tells him as he moves to stand in front of Cobb.
“You smooth son of a gun. I’d kiss you right now if I wasn’t worried I’d break a leg.” Cobb laughs as he slowly lets go of the rail to grab on to Din. He wobbles just a little, but Din’s grip on him is strong and steady.
“I’ve got you.” Din smiles as they slowly coast away from the railing, “keep your eyes on me.”
“Trust me ain’t no place I’d rather look.” Cobb gives a nervous chuckle as they slowly go around a curve.
“Not so scary now is it?” Din asks over the music.
“Not with the right partner.”
“You ready to let go yet?”
“Hell no,” Cobb replies almost faster than Din can get the words out.
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#3
Hi gays, happy pride month! 🌈
I can’t believe we’re already halfway through 2022! I’ve been slowly working on another DinCobb FicRec list for this year and in the mean time since we’ve gotten so many new folks to our little fandom I wanted to shout out some of my faves
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#2
I have a little thot for you my love! Din probably has a competence/weapon kink right? So this could go two ways in my head.
Fluffy:
- Din has a nightmare and asks Cobb to “read him a bedtime story”, which really is Cobb talking about blaster modifications and upgrades. It does the trick and Din falls right back asleep.
Spicy:
- Din asks Cobb to “talk dirty” to him and Cobb starts spewing out blaster models and what upgrades he would do for each one. Needless to say Din doesn’t last long after that.
Hope you like it! ❤️
Xoxoxo
Thank you so much for sending me such cute prompts! Sorry for the slow response! You know I had to go spicy for this one 😩❤️
“Can we try something?” Din asks as he crawls up the foot of their bed on hands and knees, a mischievous grin spread across his face. Cobb looks up at him over the rim of his glasses, lowering the holopad.
“You know I have an awful time sayin no to that pretty face o’yours.” Cobb lays the holopad down on the nightstand as Din sits in his lap. His hands come to rest on Din’s hips to keep him balanced.
“Yesterday. Yesterday you told me no.” Din gives him a look.
“Yeah that’s on account of I wasn’t gonna fuck you on Boba’s throne. At least while the man is still on Tatooine. It's like you want him to kill me.”
“So when he’s off-world you will?” Din raises an eyebrow.
“Force, yes. Throne room, that big ol’ table that seats a hundred people, in the rancor pit, wherever your heart wants.” Cobb laughs and Din dips his head to give Cobb a kiss.
“What is it that you want your Highness?” Cobb asks between kisses, his hands roaming up Din’s sleep shirt.
“Will you talk dirty to me?” Din sighs as Cobb kisses the corner of his mouth.
“Yeah? That what you want? Want me to tell you all the filthy things I wanna do?”
“Oh, fuck, please.” Din moans as Cobb rolls them over roughly so that Din lays beneath him. He returns back to kissing Din again, his hand slipping under Din’s waistband.
“I wanna take my HF-94 and replace the scope with a modified DH-17 scope.” Cobb says, hot against Din’s ear as he strokes his cock.
“W-what?”
“Yeah you heard me, baby. I’m gonna get an extended clip for it too. It holds 25 now but with an extended clip I could get it up to 50.” Cobb gently nibbles at Din’s ear lobe making his breath stutter.
“Cobb.” Din moans into his ear as he tightens his grip.
“Darlin.” Cobb moans back at him as he kisses down Din’s jaw.
“You’re gonna love what I wanna do to my KA-74. Gonna replace the stock with an adjustable one, ya know in case we need to teach our baby to shoot.”
Din rolls his hips up faster into Cobb’s fist just like Cobb knew he would.
“Knew that one’d get you goin, you filthy little thing.” Cobb chuckles, “I promised I’d raise warriors with you and I meant it.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Go on then, baby. Cum for me.” Cobb breathes against Din’s lips before sealing his mouth over Din’s. He continues to move his hand over Din through the aftershocks, until Din finally stops shuddering.
“Good?” Cobb asks, finally breaking their kiss.
“Tired.”
“Take that as a yes then.” Cobb carefully extracts his hand from Din’s shorts. He reaches back to the nightstand for a tissue to wipe his hand and grabs another for Din.
“Yeah.” Din slurs as he lifts the waistband of his shorts with one hand and shoves the other with the tissue inside to clean up. He hands Cobb the dirty tissue back.
“Thanks, sweetheart.”
“Mmm.” Din murmurs, falling asleep as he talks. Cobb snorts and tosses the tissues into the can beside the bed. He reaches up to take off his glasses and lays them on the table before turning off the light.
45 notes - Posted June 28, 2022
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Dom! If you’re so inclined, can you do “I think I’m falling in love with you” for DinCobb?? <3
Absolutely, my dear❤️😘
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"I think I'm falling in love with you." The words seem to spill from Din’s mouth before he can stop them.
"Din I-"
"I'm not asking for you to feel the same. Grogu loves you and I almost- we almost lost you. I regret every second I spent not telling you when I came back." Din tightens the grip on his helmet in his hands as he looks down, "When I thought you were dead I...I died that day too."
His eyes burn with unshed tears as salt washes over his tongue.
"Hey, look at me." Cobb calmly commands him as he lifts Din’s head gently with his knuckles under Din’s chin.
"Darlin, I'm in love with you too." Cobb leans forward as he guides Din by the chin to his lips. Din tosses away his helmet in favor of gathering Cobb to him. His breath comes in shaky gasps as he kisses Cobb as if he'll never get to again
"Shh, sweetheart. I ain't going anywhere, I'm right here." Cobb whispers to him as he kisses Din’s face.
"I'm in love with you. I'm so in love with you." Din doesn't know why he starts to laugh. Relief? Joy? Love? Maybe all of them all at once. It’s almost like he’s floating as he kisses Cobb’s lips again.
"Kriff me darlin, I'm in love with you too." Cobb laughs with a smile kissing him back and squeezing Din tightly in his arms.
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