#i know. i know i’m a horrible person. i know they don’t love me and i know i don’t deserve for them to love me so why are they pretending

[the-boy-meets-evil]

where you belong | kmg

(where the holidays bring you back to the person and place you need to be.)

pairing: mingyu x fem!reader genre: exes to lovers (lite) | fluff & smut rating: explicit, minors DNI word count: ~1.2k warnings: kissing, smut, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (don't do this, they're in love), that's really it

note: SURPRISE EM! 💕🫶🏻 this is for my baby @gyuswhore for the secret santa event hosted by @camandemstudios. i was so happy to get you and i hope you're surprised that it was me. this was a lot of fun!

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There’s something about the holidays that always has you reflecting on the last year. It’s kind of a way for you to figure out what works and what doesn’t before starting fresh in the new year. The past year has been a blur of keeping busy and projects for work. It feels incredibly fulfilling in so many ways. All things considered, it’s been a really good year for you. 

Yet, you can’t keep your mind off the start of the year when you and your boyfriend broke things off. It isn’t some sad story of heartbreak or someone doing something horrible. You both just realized, as you spent New Year’s Eve apart because of work, that maybe it was a sign to give yourselves a chance at something different. Both of you agreed that it made the most sense. Life was pulling you in different directions and it felt like the time to really push forward in your separate work lives. 

If it’s meant to be, it’ll always find a way. You genuinely believe that. So, when your ex walks into the tiny little coffee shop two days before Christmas, you take it as something of a sign. You shouldn’t even still be in the city and this isn’t a coffee shop you’ve ever been to before. But, your travel plans got delayed and you’ve been meaning to try this place for months. His eyes land on you from his position by the counter and he doesn’t seem surprised either. Your heart constricts a little at that shy smile and the way his shaggy hair bounces as he shakes his head. 

“I can’t believe my luck,” Mingyu says when he approaches. “I figured you’d be gone.” 

“I had something come up last minute. I was supposed to leave last night,” you say and he smiles. 

“I’m not sure I want to leave at all now,” he admits. “I’ve been thinking a lot about you.”

“Yeah, same,” you admit. 

“I just moved and I actually live around the corner. Do you want to catch up?” he asks.

“Let me just get my coat.” 

Catching up goes from filling each other in on the last year to Mingyu cooking the best meal you’ve had in ages to lounging on the couch and laughing over silly shows. It’s easy to fall back into such a sense of comfort with him. Every part of you still seems to know every part of him. Some things you would have to explain to anyone else just instantly make sense to him. But, it feels different too. It feels like the last year has allowed you both to realize what’s actually important. Maybe it taught you how to better prioritize your time. 

Something else is easy, too. You fall back into bed with him without a second thought. This is different now, too. Sex wasn’t ever an issue, but he wants you to show him exactly what you want now. Wants it to be perfect for you. The kind of thing that you can’t ever get over. You’re not really sure you ever got over him the first time and you want to tell him you don’t plan to let go of him this time.

“I’ll teach you whatever you want to know,” you tell him. 

“Teach me how to be good for you,” he answers, breathless. 

And you do. Mingyu is a giver, always has been. This is more than that, though. This Mingyu wants to map your reactions to every little thing he does. He wants to watch the way you squirm when his tongue flicks against your clit just right. Wants to memorize the way your thighs squeeze his head when he licks into you. Even if it’s always been good, it’s never been like this. It’s never felt like he’s worshipping your body in quite this way. 

With a moan, your back arches against this bed and your hands scramble to find purchase on something. Anything. You try to keep up a stream of instructions like you said you would, but Mingyu’s also a very fast learner. It doesn’t take him long until his mouth is moving in the perfect way between your legs. Only take one comment for him to add a finger. Doesn’t need to be told how to hit you just right with those fingers. You’re a writhing mess and you’re not even sure that you can think straight anymore. He’s got you seeing stars as you come hard on his tongue and his fingers. 

“I’m not sure you need me to teach you anything,” you say after catching your breath for a second. 

Mingyu’s got a bit of a smirk on his mouth, still glistening a little. “Maybe I just like hearing you talk me through things when you’re coming undone.”

“Oh, it’s like that?” you joke back. 

“We can see if you need to teach me anything else,” he says with that sparkle still in his eyes. 

“You’re not done with me?” you ask and try not to sound too hopeful.

“No,” he says and kisses you before you can respond in any way. 

It always seemed crazy to you to think that someone could kiss you stupid. Until Mingyu kisses you like that after nearly a year apart. Until you remember all the kisses for every different occasion. Now it just seems crazy to think there’s anyone out there for you other than him. He keeps kissing you as he settles his body between your legs, hovering his body just over yours so that he doesn’t put too much weight on you. Keeps kissing you as he uses a hand to line himself up at your entrance. Keeps kissing you as he slowly presses into you. The pace is slower than you want, filled with all the things you’re feeling. All the affection and reverence that he’s always shown you. 

“Mingyu, please, I need more,” you finally moan out. 

And it happens like that again. He lets you teach him just the pace that you want. He lets you set the rhythm alternating between slow, languid strokes and hard, fast snaps of his hips. Everything else around you disappears. All you see is the love in his eyes as he takes you in. Everything about this moment is perfect. The absolute best way that you can imagine to end the year. Almost as good as him pushing you to a second orgasm just before he follows right after you.

It seems too early to be awake if the light coming in through the cracks in Mingyu’s curtains is any indication, but the smell of coffee wafts tantalizingly into the bedroom. You’re incredibly thankful that you changed all of your holiday plans to stay with Mingyu. It clearly isn’t just the post-sex haze that has you wanting to stay. Your heart is full to bursting with warmth. He’s always been it for you and you’re thankful that you get to spend another holiday with him. 

So, you pull on a baggy shirt Mingyu has lying by the side of the bed and slide out of bed. You walk over to the window to see what’s making it seem a little brighter outside. Amazingly, snow falls gently in beautiful, swirling patterns. The whole world is quiet and you know you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be. 

I hope you enjoyed it ❤️

[the-writerwoman]

Ok so this was my 4am brainrot from the other night.

I saw a post a few days ago about Prince/Princess Wade and knight or noble Logan and it got me thinking. So ta-da!

We have Prince Wade, who’s being married off to horrible King Francis, and Logan is his personal bodyguard/knight his parents hired to take him to the castle, but along the way they fall in love. This is after Francis had just hit Wade because he knew Wade was sneaking around with someone. He just didn’t know it was Logan.

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The door to Wade’s chambers closed with a soft click, the lock sliding into place as Logan turned it with deliberate care. The weight of the evening hung heavy between them, the only sound the faint crackle of the fire in the hearth. Wade sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, his hand still pressed against his bruised cheek, his expression tight with exhaustion and frustration.

Logan knelt in front of him without a word, pulling a small cloth from his belt pouch and wetting it with water from a basin on the nearby table. His movements were careful, controlled, but Wade could see the tension in his jaw, the fire simmering just beneath the surface.

“Let me see,” Logan said gruffly, his voice low and steady. Wade hesitated for a moment, then lowered his hand, letting Logan gently tip his chin up to examine the damage. The bruise was already darkening, an angry red-purple mark spreading across his cheekbone.

Logan’s eyes softened for a brief moment, a flicker of tenderness breaking through his usual stoicism. He dabbed at the bruise with the damp cloth, his touch impossibly gentle despite the roughness of his hands.

Wade winced slightly but didn’t pull away. “It’s not that bad,” he muttered, trying to downplay it. Logan’s eyes snapped to his.

“Stop.”

Wade closed his mouth and tried not to fidget or wince at the cool cloth on his face.

Logan finished dabbing the area, then set the cloth aside. Without thinking, he leaned forward and pressed a feather-light kiss to the edge of the bruise, his lips lingering for just a moment. Wade’s breath hitched, his heart skipping a beat at the unexpected tenderness.

“Logan…” Wade whispered, his voice trembling slightly.

Logan pulled back, his dark eyes meeting Wade’s. There was no mistaking the anger still burning there, but it wasn’t directed at Wade, it was a protective, furious kind of anger, one that seemed to harden his entire demeanor.

“There’s nothing we can do,” Wade said softly, his voice resigned. “This is my life now. I can’t—”

“I could kill him.” The ice in Logan’s voice almost made Wade want to shiver.

“That’s very noble of you, but you’d be punished, or worse, killed.” Wade hung his head. “There’s just nothing we can do.”

“No,” Logan interrupted, his voice sharper than Wade expected, making him look up. His eyes turned steely, his usual calm giving way to something fierce and unyielding. “There is something we can do.”

Wade blinked, his stomach twisting at the intensity in Logan’s voice. “What are you talking about?”

Logan stood, towering over Wade now, his arms crossed over his broad chest. “We can run,” he said firmly, his voice steady and sure. “Leave this place. Leave Francis. Leave all of it behind.”

Wade gasped, his eyes widening. “Run? Logan, we can’t just… run. Do you have any idea what would happen if we did?”

“I do,” Logan said, his tone resolute. “And I don’t care.”

Wade stared at him, his mind racing. “Logan, you don’t understand. They’d come after us. Francis would send men—my parents would send men. We’d never be safe.”

Logan knelt in front of him again, his hands resting on Wade’s knees, grounding him. “I’ll protect you,” he said, his voice quieter now but no less determined. “I’ll keep you safe, Wade. No one will touch you.”

Wade’s throat tightened, his chest aching at the sincerity in Logan’s eyes. “Logan… I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking,” Logan said simply. “I’m offering. You don’t deserve this life, Wade. You deserve to be safe. You deserve to be happy. You don’t deserve to be scared every night, wondering if your husband is going to leave you with bruises. And if that means running, then we run.”

Wade shook his head, his emotions threatening to overwhelm him. “It’s not that simple.”

“It can be,” Logan said, his hands tightening slightly on Wade’s knees. “If we make it simple. If we leave tonight, no one will know until it’s too late.”

Wade’s heart pounded in his chest, torn between fear and hope. The thought of escaping, of leaving behind the life that had been forced upon him, was thrilling

[twoa-plus]

this is not a polished essay it is a giant yap session u have been warned

gotta be at least in the top 3 posts most likely to get me blown up by a missile but why is every depiction of bill & ford’s relationship either “hehe cute/sexy romance >:3c” or platonic psychological horror. why can’t we have both (not the cute/sexy thing, just the romance) like. u guys are aware that Really Really Horrible non-platonic relationships are a thing right. like u guys do know that right

idk i don’t really have words to express this eloquently but this fandom’s fixation on the idea of Romance = Good feels really weird to me. i really really love exploring complicated fucked up characters & their dynamics with each other and it’s just exhausting to not be able to do that without 14 pages of clarification. i know every fandom is like this to some extent i wasn’t born yesterday but it seems ESPECIALLY bad here. and yes imo it IS important to differentiate between a platonic & romantic relationship in this context bc that DOES make the way it reads a little different and that can be an interesting thing to discuss

also while i’m yapping abt things that would get me beat over the head with a shovel, y’all gotta learn that different interpretations doesn’t mean bad interpretations. like using bill & ford as an example:

“this is a good healthy relationship” bad interpretation. do you know how to read

“this is a really fucked up abusive platonic relationship” valid interpretation

“this is a really fucked up abusive romantic relationship” also a valid interpretation

(^does not apply to aus just the Actual Canon Written Text, aus are obv a case-by-case thing)

someone having the second interpretation does not make them homophobic i cannot believe i have to say this. someone having the third interpretation does not mean they support abuse (i actually can believe that i have to say that one at this point)

personally i actually don’t really care either way between the second and third i just wish we as a collective could have one (1) interesting and nuanced conversation about their dynamic & what led to it & all that stuff without spending 75% of the time just clarifying the opinion of “abuse is bad” it is so fucking tiring

anyways. fiddauthor truthers rise let’s all beat bill cipher to death with hammers

[randomalistic]

Wait you guys are actually buying Disney products I thought it was a joke

(READ TAGS FOR FULL CONTEXT Sorry it’s long dies

[windrunner]

if you ever feel bad about your reactions to things i need you to know i had and might technically still be having an emotional breakdown b/c icould not find a SATA cable. hashtag androgynefail

[cetoddle]

i really wish i knew what it was about me that makes me so unbearable. what am i doing wrong that i’m so undeserving of love

[supergraphicultramoderngirl]

aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[calamitydaze]

long tag ramble below u have been warned

[laniidae-passerine]

I think some of you guys hate Izzy more than you ever liked Ed and no amount of “he’s my special babygirllll 💞 she’s just a sparkle princess you can’t hold her accountable for anything 🥰✨” posts are gonna be able to hide that

[cats-in-the-clouds]

it is unfortunate when i go to prayer and cry my eyes out and the only response i really hear is that i simply have to bear it. like usually i can get my emotions out and once they’re settled i hear a rational solution but it sucks when i don’t get the answer i want. i just have to keep waiting. like normally i hear something that gives me strength but wow apparently i’ve hit a new low

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

people begging me to do something to make a certain someone happy aren’t taking into account that i hate this person and i will revel in the knowledge that i kept them from getting the most perfect version of what they wanted. in fact i hope they mourn the loss of this for the rest of their life and die unhappy about it

[miodiodavinci]

(head in hands) man.

[yourheartinyourmouth]

seriously can we talk about how fucked up it is that someone told my husband to divorce me just bc i am disabled and can’t power through incredible misery like NTs apparently can

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

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[phoe-ix]

“are you okay?” “You alright?” “Do you need a break?”

Tf you think?

[monokumis]

Communication is so important in relationships. I know I’ve struggled with it before in the past because I was made to feel like I was making things up or getting ignored. But if you tell me you value communication, I expect you to actually listen to me when I communicate with you. Do not play the victim, do not say I am unfairly judging you, if there is an issue I will come to you and say it. I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t think you could improve and become a better person. I poured my all into you and loved you so much, what a shame that you never cared half as much as I did and hated me for even trying. I’m doing the responsible thing of realizing enough is enough and that I need to let you go, even if it hurts. I refuse to stay in an abusive relationship with someone who can’t communicate why they hate me. As much as I hate what you did to me, I also realized my own self worth. I shouldn’t let others walk all over me just so they won’t leave, so they’ll like me. My life has so much more value than that. I went into this relationship hating myself, but I’m leaving it now full of love for both myself and the people in my life who want and appreciate my love. I’m so grateful to them, and I’m grateful to you for showing me how much other people love me. I’d wish you the best in life, but you already had it.