#firedynamite fic

[livsoulsecrets]

Fire/Dynamite Fic - You saw me start to believe for the first time

Summary:

An alternative take at Fire and Dynamite’s relationship after the end of episode 7: Fire goes after Dy sooner.

“When he woke up half naked only to find out he had made a complete fool out of himself – in Dy’s own words, he lashed out. He lied and denied everything because that was all he ever learned to do with his own feelings.

And the worst of it was that Dynamite listened.”

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Fire was used to being told what to do.

The first clear memory he had of his childhood was of his fifth birthday.

His mother had picked the cake flavor, the decorations, and the balloons. He had asked for a Spider-Man figurine as a gift, but she had waved it off as silly. Fire had begged her time after time to invite over his friends from school, but only family members were in attendance.

Kids make too much of a mess, she told him in a condescending tone. All he had heard was that he was too much of a mess for his opinion to mean anything at all.

His whole life felt like a replay of that faithful birthday party.

His mom chose which sports he’d play in high school and who he was allowed to be friends with. She decided he’d go to med school and that he needed to live at home for the first few years.

His mother had already settled his future many years ago, even before he was born. He’d grow up to be a respectable doctor, marry a respectable woman, and have some respectable kids that would visit their grandmother every Sunday.

Half the time, he could convince himself it was for the better, that this made-up version of him was worth much more than whatever lay beneath it all.

The other half, he didn’t even know if there was a difference between the two.

The one thing Fire felt he was actually good at was lying.

He had perfected it like an art over the years. At thirteen, he had plotted a fake study meeting at his best friend’s house so he could attend his birthday party without his mom obsessing over every detail. At sixteen, he knew how to tell when his mother was in deep sleep, so he could sneak out to see his friends. At eighteen, he had learned to climb through his bedroom window in order not to get caught.

All that effort just to steal away moments of freedom was draining, but Fire could handle it most of the time. He had even grown comfortable in it, protected underneath all the walls he built.

It had been better when he got into college, put some distance between him and his mother’s control, and met Metha and Ten. He thought it would only get easier. There would always be the shadow of his family’s expectations hanging over his life, but he’d have some room to breathe. He’d graduate, have his own money, get married, build a family, maybe even have kids that weren’t terrified of him.

Fire held on to that plan with all he had, and it seemed perfect on paper. Med school was on that plan, girls like Jane and friends like Ten and Metha were as well.

Dynamite wasn’t.

For he was neither a girl nor respectable.

Dynamite was impulsive and inappropriate, genuine and hilarious. He drove Fire mad with his flirting and innuendos and his refusal to be anything other than himself.

It was no surprise he couldn’t stand him at first. Dynamite was free in all the ways Fire could only ever dream of being. He lived on his own, he laughed as loud as he pleased and befriended whoever he wanted to. He was smart underneath his nonchalant demeanor, but he was also intelligent in the traditional way – he wouldn’t have skipped a year in school otherwise.

For the love of him, Fire couldn’t tell when annoyance had shifted into curiosity and interest, and then, so God help him, fondness.

Metha saw it, and so did Jane. Dynamite himself seemed to know, but Fire was a creature of habit.

When he woke up half naked only to find out he had made a complete fool out of himself – in Dy’s own words, he lashed out. He lied and denied everything because that was all he ever learned to do with his own feelings.

And the worst of it was that Dynamite listened.

He disappeared completely from Fire’s life. He couldn’t even steal glances at him anymore. It was like Dy had never existed at all, like they had never met, and their lives had never intertwined.

Fire was always good at lying, yes, but he had never come so close to something true, only to give it up. It proved more painful this time, more than any other.

He had tried to put it into words when Mehta cornered him to ask why he was so miserable, but nothing Fire said made sense.

There was only one way to put an end to his misery. He needed to see Dy again. He needed to-

Tell him the truth? Which version of it? Did Fire himself even know what that was?

The questions remained unanswered for the days it took Fire to track Dynamite down on their campus.

Fire learned his schedule after enlisting Metha’s help in following Dy around. He was not proud of himself for the breach of privacy, but he figured Dy of all people would understand his desperation.

That was how he found himself lurking behind a potted fern as Dy said goodbye to his classmates in front of the culinary’s faculty.

The irony was not lost on him: after the lengths he went to in order to get rid of Dy’s lurking, there he was, relented to the same position, desperate to catch Dy’s eye.

There was no time to hesitate, though. When Dy walked away from his friends to enter the building, Fire forced himself to leave his hiding spot to follow him.

Dy navigated through the halls with ease, his fingers tapping against his leg and his face relaxed. When he turned right and entered a desert hallway, Fire seized his chance.

He exhaled deeply and rushed closer to him.

“Dynamite,” he called out.

The boy turned around, his face paling considerably when his eyes landed on Fire.

“Can we talk, please?”

Dynamite remained still for long seconds – that Fire could have sworn stretched into hours.

Then he had the audacity to laugh. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Fire flinched. “Please, I just need to-”

“Oh, you need something? So, I just drop everything and rush to help?” Dy echoed, his tone vicious. “You know what, Fire? I’m done here.”

Dynamite turned on his heels and began to walk away.

Overcome by some instinct he couldn’t possibly name, Fire rushed forward and blocked his way.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he spat out before the courage slipped away from him. “I know you didn’t lie that day. I said and did all those things. I called you there. I asked you to stay.”

Dy’s face was bright red when he replied, “I know that, dumbass. I was there. You were the one in denial. Is that all? Can you let me go now?”

Fire shook his head immediately. “No. It’s not just that.”

Dy rolled his eyes, none of his usual nonchalance present now. “I’m sure you have better things to do than talking to me. Why don’t you go back to Jane and leave me alone?”

“What does Jane have to do with this?” Fire nearly screamed. He was too frustrated now to be reasonable.

“She’s your girlfriend, for fuck’s sake!” Dy jabbed at his chest in fury, and his other hand tightened around his backpack’s strap.

“She’s not!” Fire denied, grabbing his hand, “We’re not back together.”

That gave Dynamite pause. “What? I saw you in the market and…”

“We’re just friends,” Fire interrupted, “not even that anymore, I think. Her girlfriend doesn’t like it.”

Dy’s eyebrows shot up so high it would have been comical in any other situation. “Jane has a girlfriend?”

“That’s not important right now,” Fire exasperated.

“It sounds pretty important to me,” Dynamite fired back.

“I’m not here to talk about Jane,” he laced his fingers around Dy’s wrist, praying to whatever God was listening that he didn’t ruin everything again.

“What are you here to talk about, then?” The annoyance hadn’t left his tone yet, but Fire had to trample down the treacherous hope blooming inside his chest at the fondness he heard mixed with it.

“I’m here to tell you that…” he started, suddenly distracted by the softness of Dy’s skin under his fingers and the shape of his mouth as it moved around his words. He swallowed dryly. “I meant what I said that night. I didn’t want you to look away from me in the market. I didn’t want you to ignore me, even when I asked you to leave me alone.”

Dy’s jaw clenched. “Is this some ego boost to you? Jane dumped you, so now you want me to keep chasing you so you can feel better?”

He retreated his wrist with a hard pull, but Fire didn’t let him go far.

“That’s not it!”

“Then, what the hell is it?” Dy shouted back, and Fire saw tears welling up in his eyes.

It all came to him rather quickly after that.

He realized that hurting Dy felt a hundred times worse than disappointing his mother or abandoning her plans for him.

Being a good son would mean turning his back on Dynamite and the fire he ignited within him.

He had been good for so long. Right now, he just wanted to be honest.

Resolve settled deep in his heart. He’d tell Dy all he had kept secured before. He’d bare his soul for him and allow Dynamite to judge whether it was worth his time or not.

There was no one telling him what to do now. It was terrifying, but Fire pushed through the paralyzing fear to try and fix what he had broken.

“I want you to care. I want you to care about what I’m doing and who I’m doing it with. I want you to drive me crazy with your questions and your rambling.”

He gulped some air, stilling himself for how irreversible that moment would be.

“I want you, Dy,” he murmured. “I just want you.”

He grabbed Dynamite’s face with both hands and kissed him.

It was nothing like those passion-filled kisses he saw in movies. He was pretty sure he had knocked his nose too hard against Dy’s. There were not butterflies in his stomach, just a sureness spreading through his body that Fire had never felt before.

He had barely processed that knowledge when the magnitude of that situation dawned on him. Fire pulled away just as quickly as he had pulled Dy into him.

“Sorry! I shouldn’t have just kissed you like that. I didn’t even ask you. I spent so many days thinking of what I was going to say, and I fucked everything up,” he rambled, desperate. He backed himself into the opposite wall from where Dy stood.

Dy hadn’t moved yet, and he was eerily quiet – both features that didn’t fit him at all. He brought two fingers to touch his lips and stared at Fire in disbelief.

“Did you mean it?”

Dy’s voice was small and contained, with just a hint of hope that fired up his insides.

“All of it,” Fire confirmed, biting into his lip to stop himself from moving towards Dy again.

It had to come from him this time.

He had to make the call. Fire needed to know if Dy was willing to put up with his messes. He wouldn’t force it upon him, not again.

Dynamite dropped his backpack to the floor and rushed forward. Fire felt his feet moving of their own accord and they met somewhere in the middle.

Dynamite threw his arms around Fire’s neck and kissed him properly. He had to lace an arm around Dy’s waist so his knees didn’t give in. He was lucky there was a wall under his back, or Fire was sure he’d have made an even bigger fool out of himself.

He ran his other hand through Dynamite’s hair, mesmerized by the softness of the strands. Late at night, when he was already in bed, he had allowed himself to wonder what this would feel like.

His imagination had nothing on the real thing, though. When Fire scrapped his nails against Dy’s scalp, the other boy whimpered against his mouth.

“You’re so beautiful,” the words spilled out, unrelenting in their honesty after so many months of denial.

Dy’s ears burned red, and he hid his face in Fire’s neck. “Shut up.”

“You really are. You sound so-”

Dynamite pressed a kiss on his neck, and his mind forgot any words he had been about to say. He had to place all his focus on getting his mouth to work again.

“I need you to know,” he tried again, determined to ensure Dy believed him completely.

This time, the menace bit into his collarbone. “Dynamite,” he mumbled, trying to reprimand him, but his voice sounded pleading, and his back arched involuntarily.

Dy lifted his face from his hideout, smiling the troublemaker grin that had haunted Fire’s mind for days after his failed date with Jane.

“I believe you, moron.”

“You do?” Fire exhaled in relief, resting his forehead against Dy’s.

He kissed Fire in lieu of an answer – a quick brush of their lips against each other – but it was enough to allow all the tension of the last few days to leave Fire’s body.

“I’m really sorry,” he said again.

“I know,” Dy answered, still smiling broadly, “but I forgive you. Better late than never, huh?”

He chuckled, and Fire watched in awe. “I thought I was too late.”

“You were just in time, Firefy,” Dy laughed, caressing his cheek with his knuckles.

Fire brought Dy’s hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to it.

Dy tilted his head and frowned. “Actually, how did you know where to find me?”

Fire released his hand very slowly and tried to search his brain for a reasonable answer. “I was just walking by,” he said, but the sentence sounded too much like a question, even to his own ears.

Dy lifted an eyebrow and said, “Really? So far away from the Med school building? Exactly when I had just finished a lecture?”

“Yes?” He tried again.

“Fire,” Dy bent forward, which only made Fire more nervous. “Did you follow me?”

“No!” He denied away too quickly, and Dynamite let out a victorious screech.

“You totally did!”

His shoulders slumped down in defeat. “Maybe a little?”

“I can’t believe it!” Dy exclaimed, far too entertained by his despair. “All that talk about privacy and boundaries, only for you to do the same.”

“I was desperate, okay? I couldn’t find you anywhere.”

“I know the feeling.” Dy wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Fire groaned and shoved Dy playfully on the shoulder. It only made him laugh harder.

“You’re so annoying!”

“Yes,” Dy agreed, “and you like it.”

All the fight flew from his body. He traced the curve of Dynamite’s chin with the tips of his fingers and said, “I like you.”

Dy pressed a kiss to the back of his hand. “I like you too.”

“I’m sorry it took me so long to admit it. I was so scared,” said Fire.

He feared he’d find more hurt in Dy’s gaze when he said those words, but there was just openness and understanding mirrored in his eyes.

“It’s hard to explain, but I’m not used to feeling so much. I can handle lying to my mom when I sneak out for a party or a date. I’m good at finding time for my friends and to play tennis.”

For the first time since he laid eyes on Dy this morning, Fire felt like he actually knew what he was doing. The words kept pouring out of his mouth, but now he knew they were truthful. There was no risk of saying the wrong thing because this was for Dynamite’s ears only.

He had said and done much worse, and yet he was only ever met with Dynamite’s honesty and kindness in return.

“I’m not good at wanting things too badly. Or fighting for them. It was so easy before,” he confessed, and the sight of Dy was a canvas of possibilities he had never dared to paint before.

“It was so easy before I met you. I didn’t know what to do with what you made me feel, so I pushed it away.”

Dy’s hand found its way to his neck, landing there as a comforting weight.

“And why did you change your mind?”

“You know why.”

“I want to hear it,” Dy insisted, titling his chin up.

Fire relented, “I missed you too much.”

Dy smiled, satisfied. “It’s okay. We’ll talk more later, but we’re fine. Just hold me, will you?”

He was nodding before Dy finished talking. He pulled him against his chest and kissed the top of his head.

“You can want things for yourself, Firefy. You deserve it,” Dy told him.

And Fire finally believed in it.

[livsoulsecrets]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: อาหารเป็นยัวไงครับหมอ | Cooking Crush (TV 2023) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dynamite Natthanan Chuchok/Fire Akkhi Phloengphirotchotchuangchatchawan Characters: Dynamite Natthanan Chuchok, Fire Akkhi Phloengphirotchotchuangchatchawan Additional Tags: First Kiss, Not Canon Compliant, Boys Kissing, Boys In Love, Idiots in Love, Love Confessions, Confessions, Fix-It of Sorts, During Canon, Fluff, Angst, Canon LGBTQ Character, Canon LGBTQ Male Character, Introspection, Pov Fire, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Mommy Issues, Making Up, Hugs, Comfort, Childhood Memories, Prompt Fic, Title from a Taylor Swift Song, Communication, Love, Canon Gay Relationship Series: Part 12 of One hundred ways to say ‘I love you’ Summary:

An alternative take at Fire and Dynamite’s relationship after the end of episode 7: Fire goes after Dy sooner.

“When he woke up half naked only to find out he had made a complete fool out of himself – in Dy’s own words, he lashed out. He lied and denied everything because that was all he ever learned to do with his own feelings. And the worst of it was that Dynamite listened.”

[livsoulsecrets]

My fics

 Just in case anyone wants to read my almost all gay fics, here is a list of them organized per fandom:

23.5

Aylin/Luna:

I might just be in love

9-1-1

Chim&John&Jee:

Piece by piece, he restored my faith

Hen&Chim:

And I blink in sight of your blinding light

Buck&Bobby:

But I looked to the sky and said (Please, I’ve been on my knees, change the prophecy)

Buck/Tommy:

Call and I'll rush out

I want the luck of a quiet love

Bad Buddy

Ink/Pa:

You keep her shirt, she keeps her word

I have a feeling that I'll never love a boy the way I love the ocean

I wake up screaming from dreaming

Took our broken hearts, put them in a drawer

Can we always be this close, forever and ever

Oh, there was heaven in your eyes, I was not baptized

Pat/Pran:

When we’re on the phone and you talk real slow 'cause it’s late and your mama don’t know

Pat & Pa:

I know my sister like I know my own mind, you’ll never find anyone as trusting or as kind

Batwoman

Luke&Mary:

It’s us

Bridgerton

Michaela/Francesca:

If the pain is real, then why can’t I find a cure?

Francesca&Benedict:

I will be your brother, and I'll hold your hand

Francesca&Violet:

All lights turned off can be turned on

Brooklyn Nine Nine

Holt/Kevin:

Home

Jake/Amy:

Be there 

Chicken Girls

Stephanie/Rooney: 

Put your hand in mine

Cloak & Dagger

Tandy/Tyrone:

Divine pairing

Cooking Crush

Fire/Dynamite:

You saw me start to believe for the first time

DC Comics

Kate&Bruce:

Will you be my only witness to this bird in flight?

Do Revenge

Eleanor/Drea:

Tell me something true, or tell me nothing at all

Druck

Nora/Josh:

I got you

Eternals

Druig/Makkari:

When the sun came up, I was looking at you

I should’ve asked you how to be

Gap the series

Mon/Sam:

The only Heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you

She’ll know me crazy, soothe me daily

Genera+ion

Greta/Riley:

Be here with me

Julie and the Phantoms

Alex/Willie: 

Afraid

Luke/Julie: 

This pain wouldn’t be for evermore

Kinnporsche

Arm/Tankhun:

That’s my family

I’m in love with how your soul’s a mix of chaos and art

I'll love you when the ocean’s dry, I'll love you when the rivers freeze

Kim/Chay:

Can I try?

Please, kiss me

Breathe

You’re beautiful

I’m only cryptic and Machiavellian cause I care

Macau&Pete:

Why are you naked?

Pol&Khun:

It’s nice to have a friend

Theerapanyakul brothers:

I can run but I can’t hide from my family line

Brother, let me be your shelter

God smiles on my little brother, inside and out he’s better than I am

I’ll rescue you

Vegas/Pete:

Rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky

You’re so sappy

Venice Theerapanyakul:

To you, I can admit that I’m just too soft for all of it

Lovleg

Luna/Gunnhild:

Koi No Yokan

Marvel’s Runaways

Karolina/Nico:

Always

Every time you shine, I’ll shine for you

You might have me believing I don’t always have to be alone

I love you, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?

It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"

Ms Marvel

Kamala&Miles:

That’s the easy part

Percy Jackson:

Annabeth&Grover:

You’re gonna go far

Annabeth&Percy:

Nothing in the world belongs to me but my love mine all mine

Shelter

Ema&Spoon:

You’re the only friend I need

Six of crows

Kaz&Nina:

The things that I lost here, the people I knew

Inej&Jesper:

You’re thinking about something, my dear, and that makes you forget to talk

Skam Austin

Shay/American Even:

She keeps me warm

Skam España

Cris/Joana:

I’m hooked on all these feelings

Cliff’s Edge

What I need is for you to be sure

Let It Be

Ease My Mind 

Stranger Things

Lucas/Max:

With love, Mad Max

Lucas&Eleven:

I’m still standing at the exit

Supergirl

Brainy/Nia:

That didn’t stop you before

The Dark Artifices

Cristina/Kieran/Mark:

Good to be home

Kit Herondale: 

Trust

Am I Enough?

I will make it feel like home

You were an angel in the shape of my mom

The Hunger Games

Peeta&Peeta and Katniss’ son:

I won’t let nobody hurt you, won’t let no one break your heart

Tigris&Snow:

There ain’t a drop of bad blood, it’s all my love

The Mortal Instruments

Jace&Izzy:

I know I said I'd never think I wasn't better alone

The Last Hours

Christopher/Grace:

And for the first time, what’s past is past

Grace&Jesse:

If I was dying on my knees, you would be the one to come for me

Lucie&Cordelia:

I will keep you safe

Matthew/Cordelia:

Cursed

Chaos

Confession

The Sign

Yai&Tharn:

The soul is always you and me

Yai/Sand:

I kept my love for you, the one I never knew how to give

The Umbrella Academy

Klaus&Ben:

I am not scared of death

The Wicked Powers

Kit/Ty:

These hands had to let it go free and this love came back to me

Please don’t be in love with someone else

XO Kitty

Kitty/Yuri:

What if I lose my grip, admit that I'm terrified of you leaving?

We are

Chain/Pun:

Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you