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writingmeraki · 1 month

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here and now.

a kim mingyu drabble !

pairing : secret!agent!mingyu x secret!agent!reader, established relationship ( they are married )

genre : angsty with fluff :)

warnings : reader is pretty miserable, cussing, cheol is mean but annoying mean, petnames, kissing, unhealthy routines.

author's note : ohhh i can't let go of these two, i rlly jst like this au a lot lol, i wonder if you would want more set in this same au, lmk hehe :) hope you like this !! but also the fact that i have other wips but i can't get this specific couple out of my head ???? very self indulgent bcoz tell me why i want this mingyu with me rn. also third work this month...let's hope we keep balling like that!!!

set in the SAME universe as this !

word count : 1.6k

The world was miserable.

You wanted to curl up in a ball and just lay in your bed, sleeping until you could no longer differentiate between reality and dreamland.

But alas, you couldn’t. As an agent, sleep to you was like a reward. One would think a need should never be something you get once in a while but, your job was practically making all your essentials feel like rewards.

Mayhaps not the healthiest, but you were already used to it and your body as well, so you were not truly affected when you couldn’t get any of your essentials.

Though, you were sure the world felt more miserable because you hadn’t seen him in so long.

Kim Mingyu, the man you married. Your husband.Your other half, your other puzzle piece, your other- you get the point. Six months, twelve days, and ten hours since you last saw him.

He was gone on a mission that was supposed to take no less than a month, but who were you kidding? Who was your boss kidding? Top priority missions always took up time.

The thing that still pisses you off is why you weren’t allowed to go with him.

Apparently, you were needed back in Seoul and not there was the bullshit reason. You spent enough time being annoyed and angry at that, now you just felt terribly upset. Upset without him in your life physically, sure virtually he was one message away, but being on the complete opposite side of the globe also meant time zones were a pain in the ass.

Sighing, you made your way into the tall building disguised as one of the offices but it was where your agency was. You held a cup of coffee, that was just as bitter as your mood, in fact you didn’t even like coffee, but today you felt no point in trying to uplift your mood because the only thing that would was a certain person who you were not even sure when you’d meet.

It was not you who felt this way, in fact Mingyu was probably feeling worse. Having been someone whose love language was physical affection, it did not feel the same through a fucking screen. He was ready to quit actually, three months into it because he terribly wanted to see you, but you convinced him he’d be back sooner if he finished it.

You knew you were lying to him and yourself, but you had no choice. This was your duty right?

The boss’ office was still as peculiar as he was, never failing to amuse you whenever you’d enter and always finding new collections or items decorating it. Today, you saw an art piece that was of the sun and the moon.

Everything reminded you of him. He was your sun, even your moon too.

You frowned more at the thought, wondering how the heck were you not able to not think of him for a few minutes. Then again, perhaps being together for more than a decade would do the trick. You’re practically bound permanently by that point.

Sitting down on the cushion chair in front of Seungcheol, you didn’t even bother greeting him, still in thoughts until you heard a chuckle from in front of you.

“What’s funny?”

“You look extra miserable today.”

You glared at the man, annoyance changing into anger with retorts about how he’d feel if he was kept away from his partner for this long, considering he was someone who was pretty boastful about his partner.

“But- I did not call you for that. I have a special mission for you. And no, I don’t have any updates on Mingyu.”

You groaned at his words, considering what he said was just getting worse and worse as he spoke.

“For this though, you’ll have someone with you. You’ll be needing another person to complete this task. They should be arriving in a few minutes.”

“Please don’t be a rookie, I don’t have the patience to deal with one, not right now.” You figured you couldn’t not do it. It was your job after all. But perhaps he’d be a little considerate.

“Oh don’t worry, I think they are pretty experienced, maybe even more than you.” He grinned but you couldn’t quite put a finger on what he meant. His eyes gleamed with something you couldn’t tell.

“Just say you hate me, Cheol. It’s easier.” You bitterly spat out, taking a sip of the now cold coffee and frowning in distaste. It seemed it was up to par with your state.

You leaned back, looking at the watch on your wrist, seeing it’s been a few minutes already and wondering just how long this person would take.

You tried to pinpoint who it possibly was, but you were never good with names of people you might have seen in passing. That was more of Mingyu’s thing, he always remembered the forgettable things.

The sound of the door opening was what made you perk up. You sat a little straighter, feeling like perhaps you shouldn’t make it outwardly obvious to the entire population how you were truly feeling.

Seeing the chair pull, you didn’t bother looking besides you, feeling that seeing them from the corner of your eye was enough. They were a little further from you, but you could tell they were quite…large? They were wearing a cap and a mask, practically their entire body was covered with a black coat. It was suspicious and you just wondered if this was just an excuse for Seungcheol to have you murdered in a discreet way.

Seokmin…? No, he's almost my height, probably Chan?

You didn’t even realise the person had taken your coffee, pulled off their mask,took a sip of it and almost spat it out.

“Baby this is actually so disgusting, since when did you drink this?”

Wait.

You recognised that voice.

He kept the cup back down on the table in front of you, wearing that very very familiar ring on his left ring finger.

You think your brain short circuited at that very moment.

Now you knew why Seungcheol had a sly grin.

The fucker planned this.

In all his glory, Kim Mingyu sat beside you, now seeing no point in wearing the cap, he tossed it off and threw it on the table. He shuffled his hair, which was now longer than you last saw it.

“Missed me?” He had the audacity to say that with his stupid canines peaking out, wearing that stupid grin that made you feel giddy all over and the stupid glint in his eyes that shone as he took you in.

Stupid, stupid, stupid Mingyu for making you feel like throwing up in all mixes of emotions.

So in the mix of it, you just remained frozen. Eyes blank, nothing on your face physically to indicate any emotion.

“I’ll leave you two…just don’t do…stuff.” Seungcheol retorted and your hands itched to strangle him.

Before you could even comprehend you were now alone, you felt your chair being pulled to face him. Your mind still in disbelief and conflict.

“Hi.” He spoke gently, his hands now reaching towards yours and grasping them. It had been way too long since he smelt your signature perfume, held your hands in his with the same intensity, felt your touch. He thinks he might just die in peace now.

“I’m just trying to figure out if I’m dreaming.” You murmured as you blinked slowly at him, still unmoving even though he now was bent down and closer to you.

The grin on his face widened as he leaned in, and next thing you know, you felt his lips on yours.

Familiar…just like…home.

He pulled back, still smiling as he softly laughed, “Real enough, darling?”

Mingyu wasn’t someone who was caught off-guard easily but he was the moment you launched forward and wrapped your arms around him. He yelped as he held you, surprisingly not toppling over.

You didn’t even grasp you were full on sobbing at that point, your entire body shaking and held you even more tightly. He stood up, one arm around your waist and the other gently rubbing your back.

“I’m here now, I’m here.” He whispered softly as his hand caressed your hair, you moved your arms to wrap them over his shoulder as you placed your head in the crook of his neck.

“i-i really-” missed you. I felt incomplete without you. I just…I really missed you. I really fucking love you.

You wanted to say as cheesy as it may have sounded, but cheesiness be darned you couldn’t hold back, not when the time apart made you realise that it didn’t matter if it was just another way of showing your love for him. You also realised Kim Mingyu deserved all possible ways of showing your love for him.

“I know, ‘s okay baby, I know.” You only sobbed harder as you pulled back, not caring how you looked, probably a whole mess with red eyes and tears all over, his arms were still around you as you held his face with both hands.

He was there. You thought as you caressed his cheeks. He was there. You thought as he looked at you like he’d finally found his treasure,eyes twinkling, smiling at you.

And he was there, right there, with you as you tilted your head up, closing your eyes and placing your lips on his.

Because no matter what or how long, Kim Mingyu would always find his way back to you, his other forever half.

And oh, you’d make sure he was never apart from you from then on. Not even for a day.

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uncle-fruity · 2 years

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Folks will see a nuanced post that makes them uncomfortable and come to the conclusion that OP is toxic with no further examination of that claim or their feelings.

#saying one questionable thing is not the same as toxicity #I'm begging y'all to take a second before sending your knee jerk emotional responses on anon #mayhaps even two - or varily - three! seconds #toxic #internet behaviors I'm tired of

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divine--serenity · 1 month

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the husband challenge

ミ★content included: do yall know that one tiktok challenge where partner A is like “and im doing this with my husband!” yet they’re only dating? yeah, that’s this!! mayhaps a marriage proposal or two… or three…

ミ★word count: 921

The phone was propped up onto your dashboard, the engine of the car humming in your ears. He looks at you softly, eyes crinkling in adoration when your hands clap together.

You clear your throat, smiling widely, “Okay guys! So today we’re doing a video with my husband!”

ミ★Capt. John Price

“About time you realized that.” He grunts, folding his arms against his chest. You turn to him quickly, a twinge of pain from the fast movement.

“John, what does that mean?” He looks at you, analyzing your words and the tone you used. His eyes scan over to the phone camera as he clears his throat.

His lips quirk upwards into a sly smile, eyes crinkling at the edges when you start to laugh softly. “I’m just glad my baby knows that they’re married.”

“Not yet!” You chide playfully. Price agrees while shaking his head at your antics.

“I’ll make sure it happens in due time.”

ミ★Lt. Simon “Ghost” Riley

“Not your husband.” It’s a statement that’s final in all ways. He watches your expression from the corner of his eye, waiting for the inevitable collapse.

“Oh?” Is all you say as the camera is turned off. Nervousness builds in his brain, setting him on edge the longer you go without speaking. He expects crying and hysterical questions, not this. Not silence that digs itself into his palms and draws blood.

But you’re cold and unwilling to acknowledge him, not until he starts laughing and kissing at the skin of your knuckles. You try to pull away but he keeps them firmly in place. “Baby, baby, look at me.” He’s pleading you to look at him, but you stay solid.

“What the fuck was that Simon?” He snorts and kisses your palm, his thumbs rubbing against the skin.

“Baby, I was joking,” He watches as you roll your eyes. “I’ll do the laundry for the next two months.” You brighten up at his words.

ミ★Sgt. Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

You notice his cockeyed stare, his left hand flipping back and forth as if he’s looking for a ring. “Oh, what are we then?” You turn to face him slowly, jaw propped open in disbelief.

“Kyle, we’re married!” He crosses his arms and rolls his eyes, showing disdain at your words. You click your tongue and grab his forearm softly, “Baby, look at me.” Kyle side eyes you, pursing his lips and showing you a barren ring finger.

“Dovie, there’s no ring! I cannot be your husband without one,” He bemoans. “Change that if you want husband privileges.”

ミ★Sgt. John “Soap” MacTavish

“Och, mah god! teuk ye lang enough.” He starts off his tangent, beginning to grumble again. You laugh at his antics as you lift up the takeout he got you both.

“My husband–“ He’s staring at you with stars in his eyes. “He got us something quick and easy because he’s about to be deployed again. You all know how hard it is watching them go.” Johnny doesn’t bother acknowledging what you say like he usually does.

“A’m yer husband! Fuck, how come didnae ye say that afore?” He’s slowly unraveling his proper english the more he becomes flustered at the idea of a ring on your finger.

“Ah'ament goin awa ye, nae 'til thir's a ring oan yer finger,” He whispers as he picks up your hand, pressing gentle kisses on your knuckles. “A'm marrying ye th' nicht.”

“Baby, Johnny, that’s literally tonight.” The food’s set down on your lap as he stares into your eyes, hopelessly in love with you even more.

“Dinnae care, bonnie.”

ミ★Capt. John MacTavish

John looks at you from the corner of his eye, lips pursed in agitation. “Why did it take you this long to say it?” The words cause you to stumble over yourself. Cheeks heating up slowly until John noticed your eyes shifting away in nervousness.

“Love, it’s a trend. You know, one of those things I showed you.” He hums softly, now facing you entirely in the car. “John, you know it’s not a real video right?”

He stays silent as he lifts up his shirt, revealing your name on his rib. A cursive tattoo font on there, slightly faded with that noticeable blue ink look that tattoos have.

“Oh no, how long have you had that?” The horror on your face causes him to start laughing gruffly, your eyes watching the way your name bounces on his skin as he chuckles.

“Well, when you know, you know.” He shrugs. “Since I knew ya.” He reaches for your hand to place it on his ribs, but you shriek and slap at his arm playfully.

“You weren’t joking when you proposed a week into us dating?” He shakes his head ‘No’ at your question. His answer causes you to groan in disbelief.

ミ★Sgt. Keegan P. Russ

He turns towards you, a sly smile on his face. Keegan looks into the camera then flashes a bare ring finger, flipping his palm back and forth as he demonstrates the lack of a ring.

“I ain’t your husband.” He smushes your face between his palms, puckering your lips in the process. That stupidly handsome smile of his turns coy when you grin back just as cheekily.

“What do ya mean? We’ve been married 12 years Keegs!” He scoffs at your words and kisses you softly, still holding your face in his hands.

“Cause I’ve been too pussy to ask you to be my spouse.” Your jaw drops as you turn to face the camera.

“WHAT.”

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libbyfandom · 4 months

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“Just a Little Sensitive” (Smutty Sub!Mizu Imagine)

(((A bit of spice, mayhaps. Just a bit. I like taunting Mizu and making her squirm)))

The muscle in Mizu’s shoulder has been slashed, but you three need to move on to the next town quickly. She can’t do much without risking pulling out these new stitches. So while Ringo is gathering everything to carry in his bag, you help Mizu change the bloodied bindings on her chest, her haori hanging open.

You gently cross the strip of cloth over her chest in the pattern she’s shown you, tightening it each layer until she nods her approval. “It’s too bad,” you murmur on your fourth circle of her chest.

She half heartedly makes a questioning noise.

You smirk up at her, your faces only a foot apart. “What a shame to hide such beautiful breasts.”

Her eyes narrow, ears turning pink. She thumps the back of your head with the hilt of her sword using her good arm.

“Ow!”

“Be quiet.”

You laugh brightly despite the dull pain, cooing at her. Your lips find their way to the skin behind her jaw. “So sensitive when I’m just playing with you.”

Your fingertips brush across her chest, over where her nipples are under the fabric. “I have a feeling what else might be sensitive if I played with them.”

Thump! Thump!

Two even harder connections to the side of your head.

“Fucking-“ you make an annoyed growl, rubbing the dull, pulsing spots on your head. “Violent, just like your Sword-Father!”

She actually looks quite proud when she hears that.

They are sensitive. When you guys finally make it to the next town and get to relax in the new inn, you sit on her hips while she lays in bed. “I need to change your bandages again-“

You’re lying out your ass. She doesn’t catch on until you’re holding her jerking form down with one hand and rolling your fingertips over her little nipple with the other as she’s whining high in her throat like she’s in pain, trying to push you off with her uninjured arm. Her fingers are clenched into the fabric of your top.

You’d almost believe she didn’t like it until you see how her thighs keep clenching together, soft and wet noises reaching your ears. And her chest is just flushed, breasts heaving and nipples now stiffened.

Still holding her down with a hand to her good shoulder, you tug her pants down to mid thigh to see.

You switch hands and keep going until her trembling inner thighs are absolutely shining with her own slick.

You only release her for a moment to duck under her thighs, folding her legs against her chest so she’s trapped under you, exposed with her ankles tangled up in her pants behind your head.

She whines out protests as she tries to drag her upper half further up the bed to get away from the stimulation, but that movement drags you with her.

You use two fingers to spread her lips, drinking in the sigh of her wet, throbbing clit.

‘What a pretty pussy, just absolutely drooling onto the sheets under her.’

“You know your safeword, love.”

You dive in and seal your mouth over it as her back arches with a strained cry, clawing at the sheets.

#mizu x reader #mizu #mizu blue eye samurai #blueeyesamurai #blue eye samurai x reader #mizu smut

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bluriki · 4 months

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christmas special three 🎅 mistletoe mayhaps ﹫ lhs

ꪆৎ — somehow you find yourself under the mistletoe with your best friends brother ( because he put it there ) ; pair best friends brother!heeseung x fem!reader ; genre fluff , humor?

you walked in the kitchen to get some hot coco. it was snowy outside and nothing could compare to drinking hot coco on a cold winter night. you were over at your best friends house, helping her put up christmas decorations. it was a small tradition you created with her, another symbol of your close friendship.

as you were stirring the milk and presence walked behind you and grabbed a mug from the cupboard. "you know we have instant coco." heeseung, your friends brother said with a slight smirk on his face.

you rolled your eyes, ignoring the smirk on his face. "i like to make my own." you mumbled quietly. heeseung shrugged, pouring water into the mug. "suit yourself, this one is faster and easier to make."

you sighed. you liked the instant coco but it never really hit the right spot. you wanted to feel like christmas was already here, like winter was right outside your window.

once your milk was hot enough you put in the chunks of chocolate and stirred the milk around until they melted. heeseung was already finished making his but he stood there and watched the contented smile on your face.

he loved how satisfied you look. almost like you had no problems just making hot coco to warm your throat. he gave a secret smile and walked outside the kitchen to help his sister put up more decorations.

you grabbed two mugs and poured the coco into each, putting a couple marshmallows into the drinks. you smiled, happy with how they came out. you grabbed the mugs and took one to your friend, waiting to see if she liked the coco or not. lucky for you, she did.

as the three of you put the decorations up non stop your friend wanted you to pop some popcorn to make a popcorn garland for the christmas tree. you went to the pantry to grab the popcorn but as you turned around you bumped into someones chest.

"oh sorry, didn't see you there." heeseung smiled in a teasing manner. you glared at him and try to go to the kitchen but he blocked you. "why are you breaking tradition?"

you furrow your brows. what was he talking about? you were here decorating with your best friend, how were you breaking tradition?

"how am i breaking tradition?" you asked, annoyed because all you want to do is pop the popcorn (and because your heart is beating so fast)

"well it's tradition if you stand under the mistletoe then you have to kiss." you laughed out loud. what was he talking about. who would put a mistletoe right by the pantry?

"heeseung, there's no mistletoe, what are you talking about?" all he had to do was point up and there it was. the green plant with berries on it. your cheeks heated up, there was no way you were kissing your best friends brother.

"who puts a mistletoe by the pantry?" heeseung gave you an offended look. "it's wherever your heart leads you to put it! are you saying my heart put it in a stupid place?" you tried to hold back your laughter but the look on heeseung's face was priceless.

"just move and let me put the popcorn in the microwave, your sister is waiting for me." you tried to get away from the awkward situation but to no avail. "not until you follow tradition."

you sighed. heeseung was stubborn or at least this time he was. "im not gonna kiss you." all you could think about was popping the popcorn. a kiss with heeseung was not on your christmas list.

"breaking tradition is illegal. now kiss or you're never gonna pop that popcorn." you scoffed. "why do you want to kiss me so bad?"

your question caught heeseung off guard. he thought you'd play along, kiss him and then move on, but he was completely wrong.

"because it's tradition." he whispered, blush fluttering his cheeks. he couldn't even make eye contact with you. you caught him, you were finally gonna know about his secret feelings for you.

"i know for a fact you dont care about tradition this much though. you've skipped out christmas decorating before." you were genuinely curious. he never cared about traditions but now? now he's actually caring about it.

"i just want a kiss! then you can go pop your stupid popcorn." you smiled, he was acting cute. his cheeks were red, lips pouting and his eyes were definitely not on you. "my popcorn isnt stupid."

"it is! you care about that popcorn more than me and im alive!" a smile creeped up your lips again, teasing heeseung a bit more. "popcorn tastes better." the pout on his lips grew.

"how do you know? i taste like hot coco." you giggled and stepped closer to heeseung. "i dont like instant hot coco." heeseung frowned, about to talk back but you caught him off guard, connecting your lips to his in a soft kiss.

your eyes fluttered closed, holding your lips on his for a couple of seconds. you felt heeseung smile against your lips before parting away.

"so what did i taste like?" you put your finger on your chin like you were thinking. "you tasted like christmas. did you put cinnamon in your coco?" you tasted faint cinnamon and a bit of coco.

"yeah a little." you hummed and nodded. "no wonder. can i pop my popcorn now?" heeseung nodded but not without stealing a kiss first. he pecked your lips and rushed away from the pantry. his heart was beating so fast as a smile grew on his lips.

once you came back from the kitchen with your freshly popped popcorn you noticed heeseung smiling ear to ear. he hadn't seen you but he seemed happy, humming christmas songs and other things. you walked to your friend and gave her the popcorn, helping her put the garland together.

"you know, i feel love in the air." she blurting while putting popcorn on the string. you glanced at heeseung, surprised that he was already looking at you. "we should watch a christmas romance movie!" your friend squealed. except your focus was on heeseung. he smiled and winked at you causing your cheeks to heat up.

"hey, y/n. movie or no movie?" your friend asked, still not noticing the way you were staring at her brother. "movie." you friend clapped as she turned the tv on and put on a movie. you tried to keep your gaze on the tv but you felt someone staring at you.

when you looked you saw heeseung staring at you with a smirk. "i'm gonna go pop more popcorn, wanna come with?" heat crept up your cheeks as you nodded, following heeseung to get another peck and to possibly share your feelings with him.

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satocidal · 6 months

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𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ Of Birthdays and Surprises — Gojo Satoru

warnings: none? Fluff; wc: 0.6k

Satoru counted steadily— one, two and three— all three boxes for you that he had personally stuffed with your favourite chocolates; cookies; the earphones you’d been subtly hinting at and the bracelet he saw you staring at a little too long.

It was your birthday after all, and Satoru was nothing If not a gift giver—there was another gift in his pocket too, more so, a letter—just that he didn’t know if he deserved to be the one to give it to you.

It was 11:30 p.m. when he left his house—hands shaky, a little red in the face and sweaty all over.

Half an hour more, it would be your birthday, half an hour more, he’d hand you the letter, half an hour more and he’d see your reaction, half and hour more and he thought his entire friendship depended upon the last minute.

It took Satoru 15 minutes to reach your house, heart thumping all too loud and a smile on his face- not his usual kind, the one he gave when he was uneasy—just that, you didn’t know that yet—and he hoped you wouldn’t know at all. After all, if Satoru could hide this, his feelings for you, he’d do it instantly but poor boy could only take it this long.

Only he knew the pangs of jealousy that clawed him when he found you laughing with Kento, and he thought he’d never be jealous of something like this. But there he stood, watching intently as to how you placed your hand on Nanami’s shoulder—just the way you did on his.

However, at the same time, he didn’t know what else to do. The endless possibilities of how you would reject him ran through his mind—this would not only ruin his night, but your friendship and mayhaps your birthday too.

But he persevered.

It was simply now or never.

So, when you groggily opened the door of your dorm room- a lazy smile on your face because as much as you expected him, it was always a pleasant surprise to actually see him- his heart fluttered.

While you gushed over the many gifts he got you, and the trouble he went for to get it all at midnight, he could only stare at the messy state of your hair and smiled knowing you were having a good sleep. He felt guilty too, to have woken you up such—the gifts were fine but his letter—he was scared to say the least.

As you leaned in to hug him, as you had many times earlier, his fingers leaned in to hide the letter.

It was a now or never situation and unfortunately, Satoru chose never.

He spent that night regretting his decision as he walked home—annoyance plastered upon his face for having no guts to confess—but the entire world shattered around him when he opened his phone—it was simply to message you good night as always—just you’d already messaged him.

“Toru what the fuck” it said—your message, he scrolled lower—all colour leaving his face, “is this letter for me?”—clumsy hands searched his pockets quick- shit -he’d dropped it.

In the lobby of your comfortable living room- the hug where he tried hiding the letter? Well, it hid from him is what- and right in front of you it lay, the moment you closed the door after him.

Your message had been sent 5 minutes ago—not a single call. He was beyond gone.

In the span of ten seconds he contemplated everything, leaving the town- blocking you, changing identities, dying as well.

Until another one of your “?” Woke him up.

He slowly typed in a maybe—couldn’t even send it before you sent another of your own—“if it was, the answer is yes.”

If his face had earlier been pale, it was an understatement. He would’ve fainted right there if not for the thought of running back to you had crossed his mind. And since it did, Satoru did in fact make the choice of ‘now’.

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lovepookie · 2 months

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₊˚ෆ Home - s.mg

♡ sypnosis: i love you. these three treacherous words proved to bite you in the ass every time you let them slip in past relationships. in turn, you were cautious about uttering them. however, there’s something about seeing your boyfriend mingi’s sideprofile, something in his smile as he mindlessly games on his pc, and there’s definitely something in his tone when he cracks a joke to his friends through the mic on his headset. the feeling in your chest tells you everything you need to know; so how do you tell song mingi that you love him?

♡ genre: teeth-rotting fluff, slightly suggestive?, established relationship, fem!reader

♡ 3.8k word count

♡ warnings: slightly suggestive mayhaps, insecure mingi, jealousy, pet names, slight misunderstanding

♡ nano note: i’m sick and tired of song mingi. he’s so ughhhhh 😫 iykyk. my delusion is at an all time high here! i saw that he was in the lead for most of my fic poll, so surprise!! please enjoy this mingi fic as well!! tysm for your support loves, muah! 💋

.♡.

You gazed at your boyfriend as you leisurely hung onto the side of his gaming chair from the stool that you sat on right beside him. It was another lazy day at your two’s shared apartment.

Mingi had been on his game from the moment he woke up. As soon as you had awoken not long after him, you saw him perched onto his gaming chair, trying to be as quiet as possible whilst playing his battle royale games; his friends yelling eagerly through his headset.

By this time, hours had gone by comfortably with you scooting a stool over to sit near him when you decided to get out of bed. After a smile your way and a shy kiss to your forehead, Mingi’s attention was basically glued to his PC.

Occasionally, you’d scroll on your phone for a bit, or get up to grab something to munch and sip on. But now you were getting tired.

Not in a restless way, but more in a needy way.

It seems like even when you were with Mingi, his soft mannerisms and bright laughs would send you into a euphoric feeling. Love songs weren’t kidding when they said, “I miss you even when you’re here.”

Sometimes Mingi got a little carried away and would game for hours. You learned to get used to this though, as his job was very physically demanding and exhausting. So why couldn’t he play his games for a few hours? Well usually you were used to it. But not today. Still, you tried not to let it get to you.

Yes, you were needy and craving attention from your boyfriend, but there was something about watching him do something he enjoyed that made you happy too. In the end that happiness overpowered your needs.

So you stared. What, at first, was an irritated stare, became soft over time as you took in his features and expressions. His concentrated gaze and the way his brows furrowed as he fidgeted with his keyboard was attractive. Yes, he was your boyfriend already, but you didn’t care if you were checking him out like the first time you saw him. So you let yourself be greedy.

You watched as he bit down on his bottom lip in frustration, or how his eyebrows raised in excitement. How he yelled through his headset to one of his friends named Yunho who was currently his teammate.

“Yah! People are here! I need backup!” He squealed in his annoyingly cute thick pitched voice.

You were starting to realize you really adored him.

Like really adored him—maybe a bit too much.

A burning sensation made its way onto your cheeks as a giggle slipped through your lips. He didn’t take notice of this. You took your phone out as a smile made its way onto your face. You sneakily decided you were going to take pictures of him because this moment made you feel some type of way and had to be saved.

You snapped a few pictures of his side view as you reveled in how handsome he was. From the slightly tanned skin on his neck and face, to his Adam’s apple that protruded in just the right way, to his beautifully unique sharp nose. Then you noticed his lips, and their plumpness and remembered how he’d tease you.

“You know what I noticed? You’re always looking at my lips. You’re jealous huh?” He’d tease with his stupid grin, watching your face to get a reaction out of you.

When you’d pout and want to pull away from his embrace in embarrassment, he’d laugh and squish you tighter into his chest.

“I’m just kidding! I’m just kidding!” He’d shout.

Even though you couldn’t see his face, you knew it was in that cute scrunch he did when he laughed. With the eyesmile, his widened lips, and the dimples on the corners of his eyes.

“Please don’t beat my ass.” He’d grumble playfully.

He felt like home.

After you were satisfied with the pictures you had just taken, you decided to scroll through to review them. Some were Live Photos of him yelling and fidgeting, but you had your sound off so you could revel in the masterpiece that was song mingi quietly.

You chuckled as, in one particular photo, he looked a little too handsome for his own good. He had leaned back onto his gaming chair after he lost a match due to Yunho, his gaming partner, being annihilated a few seconds into the game.

Though he looked serious, you knew he wasn’t too angry. If anything his expression and posture made him look really hot. You giggled further as you zoomed in and hearted the picture.

He was so attractive.

You felt your face burn further as you checked your boyfriend out from the pictures on your screen. After a bit, you decided it was enough clinging onto him, and that now you had something to stare at. You got up swiftly and decided to go lay back down in your bed with the soft pillows and blankets, phone with the photo app propped open in hand.

As you chuckled mindlessly and made your way to the bed, this caught the attention of Mingi.

He had taken notice of you giggling on your phone for a few seconds before you got up, and for reasons he didn’t know, it made his chest tighten up in a little jealousy and adoration.

Who could be making you laugh like that?

You were practically cheesing. You looked so precious that he was angry at the thought of anyone garnering this reaction out of you but him.

It made him a little sad, actually.

So he watched as you mindlessly got up and made your way to the bed. You had to have been sitting next to him for three hours or so, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary that you wanted to move. So why was he feeling hurt?

Just as he was about to ask you where you were going, he watched as you snuggled up into the blankets and scrolled on your phone, your eyes practically shooting hearts at whatever you were looking at.

Now Mingi was really getting nervous.

He got up silently, ignoring Yunho’s calls of stress—this decision would soon result in him being murdered in cold blood.

Taking his headset off, he watched as you didn’t even realize his movement, so enraveled into your little phone that you couldn’t take notice of him.

Now he couldn’t hide it anymore.

He walked up to the bed and flung himself to the side of you in hopes to see your phone. When you noticed the sudden weight of someone next to you so quickly, you screeched and clutched your phone to your chest in horror.

Mingi knew you were a scared coward just like him, so why would he do that?

You frowned his way as you expertly turned off your phone, never missing a beat. Yes, you adored him, but you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself if he saw what you were doing. He’d remind you of this relentlessly—or worse—he’d get all shy and flattered for the next few days when you were really wanting affection right now.

Plus, this was a very shitty and basic way to tell someone you loved them for the first time. For the few seconds that you were on your phone, you had decided to go through your camera roll and compose an album of all of your favorite pictures of him. You mindlessly titled it; i love you.

For starters, you had never said ‘I love you.’ to him. You were saving it for the moment you knew it was right because in past relationships you’d throw it around mindlessly, only to get yourself hurt, or worse, hurt someone else. When you met Mingi, you treasured him from the start. He was one you wanted to take your time with.

He felt different.

So you wanted to save the words for when you meant it immensely, and he respected you for that. He decided to also partake in the sacredness of the words, but a few months ago, on your second anniversary, he let the words slip.

You stared at him in awe, knowing he kept it in for so long. It felt a million times better to hear it now that it was treasured.

Those words felt like home.

Still, you were too nervous to say it back, much to Mingi’s dismay.

Yes, he was a little hurt, but he didn’t let you know that. He respectfully and easily changed the subject to a playful conversation despite the adoration and twinge of hurt you saw in his eyes.

Still, you thought about it day and night. And today, for whatever reason, it felt all too strong.

So, you couldn’t tell him like this.

You inched away from Mingi as you set your phone on the bedside table, throwing him a playfully angry look to try and look natural.

“Why’d you do that!? You scared the shit out of me!” You whined out, crossing your arms for a little razzle dazzle.

He stared at you this time, feigning a look of indifference.

“I don’t know…” He said, it being harder and harder to act unbothered as the moments went on. Your expression softened as you leaned towards him.

“How was your game? Did you lose again?” You said in caution as you took a stray eyelash off of his cheek and took in the sight of him now that his eyes were on you. Mingi’s expression immediately changes.

He couldn’t help it. He was a sucker for you.

So he laughed as he looked down and rolled his eyes.

“I’ll have you know, we actually won ten more games than San and Wooyoung.” Mingi stated as if he was offended, playfully giving you the same treatment you had just gave him. You shook your head and chuckled at your boyfriends match of energy to yours. Boy, you were really whipped for him.

“Uh-huh, that’s why you were screaming and so angry, huh? Come here! My big baby lost didn’t he?” You cooed playfully, throwing your arms open for him to embrace you.

He playfully rolled his eyes, but saw this as a perfect opportunity. He swiftly hugged you, making sure your arms wrapped around his neck so that his arms could trail behind you.

With enough force, he took you down, pinning you against the bed as he hovered above you. On the way down, you squealed and blushed, a million things running across your mind, and almost all of them containing him in one way or another. You felt starstruck.

He was being really attractive right now.

You looked him in the eyes. He stared back for a moment, his gaze a little more serious looking, which kind of intimidated you.

Man, was he something else.

You felt your heart beating fast in your chest as he leaned down. It was like the first time he kissed you all over again. You braced your heart as you closed your eyes, waiting for the moment for his lips to touch yours.

But it never came.

A few seconds go by before you open your eyes, and when you do, he’s still staring at you. He bursts out laughing at this.

“You’re so cute! You know that right?” He said as he tried to keep himself steady whilst laughing as he hovered closer to you, unable to keep his form. His face laughed into your shoulder. You went beet red.

“Shut up.” Was all you could mutter out, smacking his chest in the process. He laughed harder.

“Awh! I wish you could see yourself, you look so pretty….” He said starting to half tease, half simp. “Did you want a kiss?” He asked, pulling the embarrassment trigger.

You blushed harder, you were sure your face never felt this hot before. It was so embarrassing, so you roll your eyes in retaliation.

“And what if I did-“ Just as you were about to finish your retaliation, you felt him move quickly and snatch something from behind you. He rushed off of you as you looked over to what he could’ve snatched.

Your phone.

It was gone.

You hurriedly ran after him, footsteps mirroring his which were a few steps ahead of you.

“Yah! Song Mingi! What do you think you’re doing?!” You screamed, as he locked himself in the bathroom, you being a few seconds too late to stop him.

“Stop! Don’t open my phone!” You yelled in hopes he’d listen.

There was no chance.

When Mingi was up to something he’d get to the bottom of it. Now you wanted to cry in embarrassment. “Yah!” You exclaimed.

The other side of the door was silent for a few moments. You were definitely finished; he definitely found out. He knew your password to your phone just like you knew his.

You didn’t even close out the photo app when you hurriedly tried to turn off your phone in a rush. You sighed, then within a few more quiet moments, the door opened.

There he was, wide eyed and almost on the brink of tears.

“Y/n I want to kiss you, I’m so sorry!” He exclaimed, rushing at you and embracing you in a big hug.

You were shocked, to say the least.

He waddled you back and forth on your feet as he spouted apologies into your shoulder.

“I didn’t know that’s what you were doing, I’m so sorry! I took that moment from you, this isn’t right! I’m so sorry!” He kept insisting.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

Your boyfriend was so cute, and you bursted out laughing in adoration. Mingi pulled away from you, eyebrows furrowing as he looked down at you. You laughed and laughed, your stomach starting to cramp up in retaliation to your tensed muscles.

It hurt, as you bent over and grasped onto your sides, Mingi’s arms undoing themselves from around your waist. You looked up at your big man and his confused expression, this launching you into an even bigger fit of laughter.

“Y-Yah…” He muttered out.

“Why are you laughing?” He questioned, a pout making its way onto his face.

“This is supposed to be serious.” He grumbled. This made you laugh harder.

“Ahaha, Mingi- haha! Why are you sorry-“ You could barely get a sentence out.

Mingi just stood in shame. “…Because…this was supposed to be special.” He mumbled.

He truly was your big baby.

As you calmed down from your hysterical episode, you couldn’t help but to launch yourself back into his arms. He was taken aback but wrapped his arms tightly around you again anyways.

“You’re okay haha- and it’s true.” You stated and chuckled a little bit more quietly into his chest. He pulled away and looked down to see your face, a confused expression present in his beautiful eyes.

You felt your heart melting all over again as you took him in. His blonde hair was shaggy and held a wavy pattern as it fell onto the apples of his cheeks that were sharp. They framed his monolided eyes in just the right way, you note.

You trailed down to his sharpened nose that reminded you of the way it perfectly led you to his pretty lips that you were always so jealous of.

It wasn’t fair.

You watched as the big man before you shriveled up into shyness.

“Why are you looking at me like that? And…what’s true?” The poor man mumbled, still so confused.

You couldn’t help yourself from smiling, a wide grin making its way onto your face.

“Mingi…” You started,

“I love you.”

You watched as he fidgeted before you, shock and happiness evident in his eyes. He pulled away from you as you took notice of his face reddening, eyes almost disappearing too.

“I really want to kiss you right now.” Was all he got out, before running off.

You just stand in confusion at your boyfriends antics. Weren’t you the one who was supposed to be fangirling and such?

You trailed after him in curiousness. You watched as he walked back to his PC and snatched his phone off of his desk. He walked back to you as he tapped and swiped away on his screen, then lifted the phone up to you.

You start to hear the picture app going off and as a result you start to laugh again.

“What are you doing Mingi?” You chuckled, reaching forward to try and block his camera from taking pictures of you.

He knew you didn’t like taking pictures. Still, he backed away and raised his phone further, probably taking outrageous forehead photos of you, and pictures from his high point of view.

“What?! I’m taking pictures of my baby.” He started.

“You can take pictures of me, so I’m taking pictures of you. This is a moment to remember.” He finished, as he backed away from your grabby hands. You laughed as you rolled your eyes, stopping indefinitely and looking up at him.

He stopped taking pictures as he looked down at your sudden serious stature.

“Song Mingi, can you kiss me already?” You asked, just tired of the fight for affection from the boy you loved. You felt the atmosphere change as he lowered his phone and stared at you in a certain type of way. It was a serious face of adoration; one you didn’t see on Mingi that often because of his shy persona. He threw his phone onto the bed, and inched towards you.

“Don’t think I didn’t want to, I just wanted to see if you wanted it too.” He said quietly in his deep voice when he got close enough to you.

You stared up at him with a smile. “Did Mr. Song Mingi, my boyfriend, get jealous?” You asked teasingly, raising a brow.

Mingi placed his hands on your waist as he grumbled down at you. “…Maybe…” He says.

“I know I shouldn’t be, but you were smiling down at your phone and I got kind of suspicious. Not to question your loyalty or anything!-“ He says, sad eyes going wide as he tried to save himself.

“It’s okay,” You chuckled, reassuring him.

“I was looking at you anyways.”

You watch the worry leave his eyes and facial expression. He leaned closer to you grabbing your arms and manually placing them around his neck. There was a quiet moment of you two just staring at eachother, comfortable silence lingering about.

“I know this is kinda dumb but I’m still going to ask….Can I kiss you?” He stated, even though your faces were so close together already. You blushed at his respectful nature; he never did change from the moment you met him.

You nodded as you looked him in the eyes. He leaned in, connecting his lips with yours within a second. At first it was sensual and smooth, the kiss being reciprocated, but just as it was about to get deep, he pulled away. Just as you were about to whine in retaliation, you were dipped backwards, Mingi steadying you so you wouldn’t fall. Then he proceeded to make obnoxious kissing smooches all over your face. Your chin, your neck, your forehead and nose, were all fluttered in kisses as you laughed, holding onto his forearms in fear of him dropping you.

“Don’t drop me!” You exclaimed as you started laughing at his obnoxious “muah!” “muah!” kissing noises. This made your heart beat crazily through your chest. Mingi just laughs mid-smooch between your eyebrows.

“I’m not going to drop you! Stop struggling!” He exclaims, which makes you both burst into laughter. He was always so goofy, you couldn’t take it. Even in the most serious of moments, he made you laugh.

With one last peck to your lips, he let you stand up properly. Just as he was about to let you go, you grabbed his chin and kissed him one last time until you were satisfied.

When you pulled away with a pink face at your neediness being portrayed, you met eyes with a love struck puppy. You laughed as he looked at you with these dangerous eyes that you don’t get to see often.

“What?” You ask, face getting hotter by the moment. Mingi just bites his lip and turns away from you.

“Give me a moment.” He says before walking over to his desk and picking up his headset to turn on the mic. You had forgotten all about him playing his games.

“Hey guys, I am busy. I have to go. I won’t be on anymore today. Bye.” He stated quickly before putting down the headset, leaving the party, and turning off his system.

You bursted out laughing.

“Oh, so now you want to give me attention?” You teased aloud, crossing your arms and turning away to walk into the living room.

You hear a deep chuckle from Mingi, then right as you were walking into the living room, he quickly backhugs you, straining your walk. You laugh louder.

“Communication is key. If you wanted my love and affection, all you had to do was ask Princess.” He mumbles into your neck, making your heart skip a beat.

Still, you tried to keep your composure, coming up with a comback, “Says the one who stole my phone!”

“Yah! We don’t talk about that anymore-“ You hear Mingi say shyly from behind you, and it’s here where your wide smile starts to hurt your cheeks. This man was something else.

“You know I still love you right?” He says in a low tone. “Thanks for telling me, even if it did come out like that…” Mingi finishes.

Your face blushes red in a way you thought wasn’t possible. “Mhm…” is all you can mutter out as he chuckles and rests his head on top of yours.

This was home—it was nice to finally admit it too.

“I love you, Mingi.” You say, voice a little shaky because of how he made you feel.

Mingi just laughs and starts shouting.

“My girlfriend loves me! She’s the love of my life! She loves me!” He shouts, shaking you from side to side like you were his rag doll.

“Unless?” You shout through laughter, just to tease him. He stops shaking you automatically and you swore you could feel his pout from behind you. You turn around in his grasp and laugh as your suspicions were true.

“Yah….” He says quietly, sad puppy eyes back in business. You laugh and walk towards the kitchen to start getting ready to go out and do something after eating.

“Hey you didn’t say you were kidding! You’re supposed to say just kidding!” Mingi whines as he trails after you like a child.

He truly was your big baby, and you loved every second of it.

You were finally home.

.♡.

♡ please do not plagarize, repost, copy or translate any of my works. thank you.

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Regina George's Sister

Cady Heron x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Trigger Warnings: protective relationship, secret relationship

Request:

mayhaps a cady heron x reader where reader is regina’s sister and cady and reader have been secretly dating for months because neither of them want regina to find out but then regina ends up catching them kissing or something idk im bad at requests feel free to go nuts😭😭

Mean Girls requests are open.

A/N: I could not figure out how to end this, so please forgive me.

If there was one thing anyone needed to know about Regina post-Spring Fling, it was that she didn't change much. She was just kinder to Gretchen and Karen, who still loyally followed Regina along. She still instilled fear in those around her, even if she was much nicer than she had been. Once a Queen Bee regains her crown, it's hard to repossess it. This was the prime reason Cady and (Y/n) decided to keep their relationship a secret from the blonde due to how protective she was over her younger sister. The problem was, despite being together for the past three months, they were very bad at keeping their relationship a secret.

It was Janis and Damian who were the ones to usually catch them making out under the stairwell. Which is where they found Cady and (Y/n) today, too. The two were on their way to French class, and they typically met Cady there. Which is why they weren't surprised to see them locking lips, despite their usual desire to hide from Regina. It occurred to Janis and Damian that the two were starting to get comfortable with not getting caught, so they were becoming more careless.

"You know," Janis's words startled the two of them as they jumped apart from each other. The action caused Janis to smirk as Damian snickered at the two. "If you two continue to make out one of the biggest make-out corners, Regina is definitely going to find you two. Eventually, you're not going to get saved by Damian and me. So, stop being stupid, and find a less obvious make-out spot. Come on, Cady, we're going to be late."

Damian quirked his brow nosily at the two as he looked over (Y/n) before following Janis to their class. "She's kind of right," Cady said, her cheeks a bright shade of red having been caught for the fourth time by Janis and Damian that week. "We're getting careless, and if we don't want Regina to find out, we need to start doing better." She spoke with a type of seriousness in her voice that caused (Y/n) to smile. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Cady questioned, though due to the look (Y/n) gave, she had a hint as to what (Y/n) had running through her mind.

"Oh, nothing," (Y/n) teased before placing a gentle kiss on Cady's lips. Cady reciprocated easily, almost forgetting about just getting caught, and the fact that Janis and Damian were most likely waiting on the top of the stairs for her. "I just think you're cute when you're serious about things. You puff your cheeks out and narrow your eyes slightly, and you just look so determined. Anyways, see you after class, Brainiac. I love you."

(Y/n) kissed Cady's cheek as she exited the stairwell, leaving behind a very smiley Cady to join her very annoyed best friends. "I'm sick of these shenanigans, Cady. When are you just going to tell Regina to truth? She's gotten much nicer since you overthrew her at the Spring Fling. Well, I guess, we all overthrew her." Damian pondered on this, walking into the classroom and sitting in his usual seat beside Janis. Cady had turned her seat towards her friends, who were expecting an answer from her.

"She retook the crown, remember? She has too much pride to really learn a lesson. And, even if she is nicer, you both know how she is when it comes to (Y/n)." Cady reminded the group with a raised brow. She didn't necessarily want to talk about this. Every time they got into it, it was them trying to convince Cady to come clean, but that wasn't something (Y/n) wanted. "Besides, right now, (Y/n) also doesn't want to tell Regina, and I think it's important to make sure I don't just ignore her wants. I feel the same as her, too. I'm not ready for Regina to know."

Janis rolled her eyes as the teacher entered, disrupting their conversation. It was getting harder for her and Damian to divert the Plastics away from their usual make-out spots and to make up excuses. Janis and Damian were incredibly loyal, so they weren't just going to stop helping them, but at this point, the two of them needed to buck up and just talk to Regina.

After class, Cady met with (Y/n) for their shared free period, where they went to one of their usual spots. Janis knew where they were, and that's why she almost gave herself whiplash when she saw Regina headed in that direction. "Regina, you can't go that way. I think they're going construction or something." Janis blurted, knowing her excuse was horrible, but it was the only thing to come to mind at the time. And it was obvious that Regina didn't buy it.

"Oh, sure, Janis, they're doing construction on the hallway." Regina narrowed her eyes, wondering just how stupid Janis thought she was. She couldn't help but also feel annoyed at Janis's presence since she was trying to keep her from something. "I need something from my locker."

As Regina turned the corner, her eyes widened at Cady and (Y/n) tucked in a doorway, hidden from the view of most people. It wouldn't phase her if they weren't kissing each other to the point where both she and Janis were wondering if they could breathe. "What the fuck is going on here?" Regina crossed her arms. She hated when people didn't keep her in the loop almost as much as she hated seeing her younger sister kissing one of her friends. She felt slightly betrayed by both but was willing to hear out an explanation if it was good enough.

(Y/n) pulled away from Cady in shock before looking over to the strawberry blonde. "Regina, I'm sorry. I didn't want to tell you like this…" She whispered out, looking at her shoes and rubbing her arm in disappointment. She never did well with hiding things from her sister. Cady noticed this as she placed a comforting hand on her arm. "Cady and I have been dating since the Spring Fling, we just didn't know how to tell you. Don't be mad at her, it was my decision to keep it a secret." (Y/n) explained, though the decision was mutual. She just didn't want Regina to be even more upset with Cady than she might be.

"I'm more upset that you two kept it a secret." Regina examined her sister. She always had a soft spot for (Y/n), and seeing her sister feel ashamed of herself made her feel a little bad. "I can forgive that you two kept it a secret as long as you two agree to not make out in spaces I might be in."

This was the closest to an approval that (Y/n) was going to get. Looking up with a smile, she hugged Regina happily. "Okay, deal," she said as her sister patted her back gently, narrowing her eyes at Cady briefly. The strawberry blonde looked sheepish before glancing away to avoid eye contact. Regina nodded at the fear she still instilled before releasing her sister. It was a bit weird to see them together, but it was nothing she couldn't get used to as she walked off to her locker.

"I told you two that you were going to get caught." Janis had her arms crossed with a small smirk. Saluting them gently, she turned back to return to the art studio that she was spending too much time away from.

#cady heron x reader #cady heron #mean girls x reader #mean girls

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maximoff-pan · 2 years

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steve and reader drabble about a secret relationship mayhaps? 😫

you know I can’t resist writing for this hunk of a man ;)

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 2.4k

warning(s): some swears, being caught red handed 🤭

quick a/n: hi lovelies! sorry for being m.i.a recently. I’ve gone back to school and it’s been too busy for me to write anything. I apologize for this being rushed/incoherent, please forgive me….

part two

Fucking girls night…

Whatever possessed you to think this was a good idea, you’re not entirely sure. Honestly, you can’t even remember who convinced you to come; they’d all been begging you for weeks to finally show up to one of these things. And now that you’re here, you’re quickly realizing why you’d been so hesitant before.

You don’t think you’ve ever felt this flustered or uncomfortable in your life, and that’s definitely saying something. Really saying something…

It’s not the fact that everyone here has a significant other that bothers you. It’s the fact that everyone here has a significant other, and they think you don’t. Because as far as they’re concerned, you’re as single as single can be.

Which would be fine if it was the truth. But it’s not. And the guilt is starting to eat at you. How many more times do they have to try and set you up before you break?

Quite frankly, at this rate, it feels like you’re almost there.

“What about Peter Wilson?”

Robin recoils at Nancy’s suggestion, picking her nails in disgust. “Absolutely not.”

You remain quiet. They’re trying to find you a boyfriend, again.

“What’s so bad about him?” Max inquires.

El adds, “He’s kind of cute.”

“Sure,” Robin scoffs, “If you’re into delusional sociopaths.”

Tilting her head, brow quirked, Nancy asks, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Robin’s pitch drops slightly. “Let’s just say, that incident where Stacy Mathers almost drowned last summer, wasn’t so much of an accident.”

Max’s eyes widen. “You mean he tried to–” she trails, too disturbed to even finish the sentence.

Robin nods. “That one’s as sadistic as they come.”

“Okay.” Nancy agrees, moving the conversation along. “So that’s a no on Peter.”

“Ooh.” El claps, eyes locking with Max. “What about Adam?”

“Adam Richards?”

Max and El nod together.

Your head has never whipped around faster. “You can’t be serious!”

Your voice catches Robin’s attention. “First of all,” she smirks, “welcome to the conversation! And second of all, what could possibly be wrong with him?” She knows exactly what’s wrong with him, she just wants to see you squirm.

“Rob, he’s fucking sixteen.”

“And?” Max joins in.

“I’m almost twenty.” You state. That should be reason enough, but as you glance between them, they don’t look convinced. The concern on your face is evident as you say, “I am not about to be some cradle robber!”

“But he’s like,” Max pauses adding on a valley girl accent, “the hottest Junior at Hawkin’s High.”

Your face scrunches in disgust, mimicking the accent back. “Fucking, ew.”

Nancy and El giggle at the interaction.

“Okay, so you’re not into younger guys then.” Robin teases, a sparkle of mischief in her stare. “Noted.”

These girls are going to drive you into madness…

“You know what else I’m not into?” The cadence of your voice carries with a hint of amusement. “My friends desperately trying to set me up because they think I’m pathetic and lonely.”

“But you are lonely.” Is El’s retort. Three pairs of eyes widen at the remark, but not yours. El’s bluntness has never surprised you. It’s actually pretty comforting, because you know she’d never lie to you.

Nancy hisses with a whine. “El.”

You’ve been around the Wheeler’s long enough to know that Nancy was raised to be a proper young lady, one who would never dare offend anyone. That alone causes your lip to quirk in bemusement.

You chuckle, feelings quite intact. “Oh good.” Your smile is cheeky. “At least you don’t think I’m pathetic.”

“She never said she didn’t.” Max points out with a grin.

“Hilarious Maxine.” You mock a sarcastic and melodic laugh.

“I don’t think you’re pathetic.” El cuts in before Max can say anything else. “I just think you need a boyfriend.”

You have half a mind to say ‘I’ve already got one,’ but you bite your tongue.

Just like you have for the last six months.

That’s half a year of trying so hard to keep your relationship status on the down low. Because things with Steve are new, and after many years of denying any feelings towards each other, you finally decided to go for it. But, on the off chance you both found that you were better off as friends, you came to the mutual decision that waiting to tell the kids (and everyone else) was the best idea. As much as you think they’d be happy to see you two together (and boy have they pushed for it), it’s not something you’d want to get their hopes up for.

You’re serious about Steve, more serious than you’ve ever been about anyone before. As much confidence as you hold in your love for him, you know he’s serious about you too. And maybe now that you’re certain (at least on your end) that you’re both sure, you can start to tell everyone about your relationship. For tonight though, you’re going to have to continue playing the role of the lonely single.

How tragic…your mind wanders.

“Oh my god!” Nancy’s interjection catches you off guard. She’s masking her smirk well, but you can still see it. “How could I not have thought of this?”

Her surprise feels more like it’s been planned, like she’s been thinking of a way to bring whatever she’s been thinking about into the conversation without rousing too much suspicion.

“Thought of what?” Robin asks, feeding into it.

Your eyes narrow.

Nancy leans over to whisper something into her ear. The chain continues with Robin leaning in to tell Max, and Max whispering it to El, leaving you thoroughly left out.

What is she planning?

“Uh, a little inclusion might be nice.” You tutt.

Four pairs of eyes bore into you, excited smiles resting on each of their faces.

Here it comes, you think.

“All this talk of boys…” Nancy starts. “What about Steve?” She asks.

And there it is. “Guys.” You groan. “Not this again.”

“C’mon (Y/n), please?” Max’s whine is on the verge of a full on beg. “I know you’ve thought about it. We all see the way you look at each other.”

“Like I do.” El’s matter-of-factness is not so comforting in this moment. “With Mike. And Max, with Lucas.”

“Oh!” Max exclaims. “Remember when Nancy and Jonathan first got together? They were really good friends, like you and Steve.”

You take a quick glance over to Nancy who’s now gone quiet, a pink blush covering the softness of her cheeks.

“Guys. Steve and I are just that,” you eye each of them with a deep intensity, “friends.”

Nancy remembers saying the exact same thing to Murray Bauman after he’d accused her and Jonathan of suppressing their feelings.

She hadn’t quite known then how strong she felt about him, as she does now. But as she glances in your direction, she reads an expression on your face that she wasn’t expecting: guilt.

You don’t exactly look like someone who’s freaking themselves out over their newly discovered — and to everyone else, totally obvious — feelings for their best friend like she had. Instead, you look like you’ve accepted them, and more so, if Nancy is as good at reading you as she thinks she is, you look like you’re hiding something.

“You’d be perfect together.” Is one of Max’s last attempts of the night at convincing you. She only wants to see you happy. Maybe if she just pushed a little more.

Your heart wrenches at her words.

You hate lying to them, you really do. You’re almost not sure why you’re doing it anymore, but you can’t seem to stop yourself.

God, you wish a black hole would suck you into the abyss. “Max, you know that’s not how it works. You can’t decide you’re going to be with someone just because you want to be. There’s a whole other person to consider.”

“Semantics.” She puffs a breath of air, waving you off. “And not if that other person is already head over heels in love with you.”

“Max.” You warn with the tilt of your head and an extremely deep breath.

Robin jumps in, lips pulled into a cheeky grin. “I’m not hearing a no.”

If that’s what it’ll take, you think, “Then no.” You finally say.

Robin catches your gaze, her eyes softening. All hints of teasing seem to be gone. There’s no way this can mean anything good.

“I know I don’t do this often,” she starts, “but I’m going to say something in all seriousness here.”

“Please don’t.”

Robin’s unimpressed stare tells you that she’s not only going to ignore your request, but she also really means what she’s about to say. Her voice is steady and calm as she speaks, “Steve likes you.” She says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and you suppose it is. At least now.

“He’s told me. I mean, he really, really likes you… like marry you this instant, thinks about having six kids with you, likes you…” She drags the words slowly trying to emphasize her point.

You know this. But you have to play that you don’t. “Jeez, I don’t know about the six kids and the marriage part, I think you might be getting way ahead of yourself there Rob,” your voice drifts slightly. “But I’d hope that at the very least Steve likes me. It’s not like he’s one of my best friends or anything.”

Max lets out a low groan. Robin has basically confirmed that Steve (despite everyone else already knowing this) is in love with you, and you’re still refusing to acknowledge it.

It’s beyond frustrating. “You’re so hopeless.” She says.

“Am I?” You jest. As guilty as you feel, this is sort of fun for you.

“Terribly.” Is her reply.

You grin, happy to change the subject. “Can’t make things easy for you now can I?”

“We’d never expect you to.” Stormy blue orbs catch yours, a flicker of recognition flashing back to you.

There's a hint in Nancy’s voice and demeanour that tells you she knows more than she’s letting on. The look she gives you says it all: your secret’s safe with me.

You shouldn’t be surprised that she picked up on it. She’s probably known for months. Because not only does she know you and Steve better than almost anyone else, she knows exactly what Steve looks like when he’s in love.

With a soft smile falling onto your lips, you breathe a sigh of relief in the moment of brief silence that rests between you. Someone knows, and they approve. Your eyes glimmer gratefully. Thank you. Your signal is nonverbal, but she understands nonetheless.

You’re welcome.

• ж • ж • ж •

Steve wonders how you’re doing right about now. Because at the moment, he wants nothing more than to be with you, hanging out and not having to worry about keeping this a secret.

For the past hour, Dustin, Lucas, and Mike have been driving him up a wall. Susie this. El that. Max, blah blah blah.

Mike had started it all with a quick, ‘Hey Steve, why don’t you have a girlfriend?’

Then Lucas had joined in. ‘Yeah, what happened to you man? I thought you were supposed to be some kind of God or something?’

“He used to be.” Dustin had assured them. “Still is. The God’s somewhere in there.” Dustin poked at Steve’s chest. He’d seen Steve in action before, he knows the charm is real.

The pale raven haired teen beside Dustin then snorted. “Bagging my sister doesn’t count.”

Steve almost punted Mike over that one. Smug little bastard…

And that’s not even the worst of it. Steve can take the constant teasing of his romantic failures; he’s been doing that for years now, taking blow after blow to his ego. It’s Eddie’s creepy staring that’s sending him over the fucking edge. Every time he looks over, there’s Eddie, already looking at him.

Steve shudders at the thought. He can feel Munson’s pair of deep brown eyes burning holes through his back, the hairs on his neck raised in discomfort. It’s like with every breath Steve takes, Eddie is analyzing it. He’s this close to smacking Eddie upside the head and telling him to cut this shit out.

It’s only when they get a moment alone does he discover the reason for the Hellfire club leader’s strange behaviour. They stand awkwardly in Mrs. Henderson’s kitchen, fumbling for snacks for the boys when Eddie finally breaks the silence.

“So,” his smirk is apparent. Steve didn’t know someone could smile that wide. “I was thinking.”

“Ah.” Steve hums trying to settle the nervous pit in his stomach. “Is that what that was?”

Eddie chuckles. “You know what Steve-O? Just for the ‘tude, maybe I shouldn’t tell you what I was thinking…” he trails.

That’s a challenge if he’s ever heard one, and he’s not about to bite. Eddie is anything but patient.

“Fine by me.” Steve claps a hand on Eddie’s shoulder as he passes him to grab a bowl from one of Dustin’s cupboards.

Eddie’s brow raises in surprise at his response, running a hand through his curly mop of hair.“Woah, c’mon.” He moves swiftly following him. “I was only kidding! Of course I’m going to tell you.”

Steve grabs the bag of popcorn from the cupboard, and pops it into the microwave. “Alright.”

“Okay.”

A couple of moments pass before:

“So?...” Steve’s fingers drum across the countertop in anxiety.

Eddie’s eyes widen. “Oh right.” He says, watching the time tick down on the clock. “It’s more of a question really.”

Steve moves to grab the bag out of the microwave as the timer beeps. “Shoot.” He replies, gently dumping the popcorn into the big plastic bowl. He’s kind of proud of himself for keeping this calm when he feels so on edge.

“Stop me if I cross the line or anything,” That’s never a good start to a sentence…

Eddie’s voice lowers in volume, but his tone grows in confidence. There’s something else to it, amusement…satisfaction maybe, Steve can’t quite place it. But he doesn’t like it.

Amber eyes meet a honey brown. Steve’s not sure how many seconds pass before he hears Eddie say:

“How long have you and (Y/n) been fucking?”

Well, fuck.

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