#alex mtyl

[variinfreefallfalling]

Alex was just there.... I can't stop laughing

He came with the bar.

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

This is my first kiss. Ok. I'm going home now.

[tachineko]

“Why do you want to learn this?”

[heretherebedork]

RJ claiming his first kiss with Alex while also accepting that he had to go home to see his parents dead the perfect combination to show how much he's grown but also how he sticks to his own convictions the best he can.

Because he loves Alex but he understands that his parents are worried and so he will take that kiss and he will hold onto it in a place they can't touch or take no matter what they do

[hongjoongpresent]

me vibing to the mtyl soundtrack

[key2world]

RJ: if it's a crime to be cute, I'll be serving life!

Alex, unimpressed: A life sentence? For a crime you didn't commit?

[panncakes]

alex mtyl is like me fr

[incandescentflower]

Thank you so much for providing content for the fandom. I absolutely love your writing style.

As for the request: AlexRj - 24 -kisses for cover

Good luck! 🌟

When you said good luck, anon, you meant it! 🤣

Kisses for cover is a more complicated set up. I hope this works for you! (I discovered it is actually prompt 27)

For this post: send me a prompt number from one of these lists and characters for My Tooth Your Love and I'll write a short scene.

Also on AO3 and all my mtyl one shots too.

Taking Responsibility

RJ was only going to return to get his last paycheck. He didn’t really know why he had to go there in person. Bai Lang had called and said it had something to do with paperwork he needed to finish. RJ had no other reason to go back to White Dark Bistro. Alex never reached out, never called, never said anything. Sure, RJ was younger than him, but he wasn’t stupid. Alex’s lack of acknowledgment was his response.

RJ was just going to slip in and slip out. Maybe ask around to find out how Alex has been. Thankfully he knew it was Alex’s day off. Even though RJ wanted to see him, he knew he couldn’t take it. It would hurt too much.

At least things were less volatile with his parents. He wouldn’t exactly call them good. His father’s health seemed to be stable and they were mostly just not talking about his preferences for men. He didn’t know how long it would last, but it clearly made his mother feel better to have RJ back at home, for now. 

But with his father’s sickness, brought other ghosts from the past. The Wangs, his father’s partner at his firm and his daughter, who their parents had heavily tried to push together with RJ, were going to come over to visit. RJ wondered if this might have had something to do with the sudden need for everyone to have him home.

His errand was a good excuse to leave. One less headache to deal with.

Although he should have considered that being back at the restaurant could be even more uncomfortable. He steeled himself for whatever speech Bai Lang was going to give him, but he simply asked, “Have you talked to Alex?” when he handed him the envelope.

“No,” RJ said, shoving it into his jacket pocket. 

Bai Lang looked across the room and said, “Well, maybe you should.”

Alex stood at the door to the backroom, his expression unreadable as usual. RJ hesitated for a moment, but decisively turned on his heels to get out of there. The only problem was the unfortunate discovery that his father’s partner and his daughter had shown up at the front door.

“Shit,” RJ said, moving back to the end of the bar, hunching over to try to conceal himself. 

“What are you doing?” Alex asked, now standing between him and his unexpected visitors. 

“Hiding,” RJ said. 

“Well, you’re doing a terrible job of it,” he said. 

RJ shot a look at Alex, pissed he could make jokes after everything.

Alex shifted his posture, standing up straight as thought he was going to give RJ another one of his lectures. “I thought you said you were facing things now. You just left and didn’t take any responsibility.”

“I’m facing some things,” RJ said, still watching the Wang’s who looked to be waiting to be seated. “But some things are better to walk away from.”

“Is that what you’re doing?” Alex said, the tone in his voice changing.

RJ looked back at Alex, who was standing there expectantly. It took a moment for RJ to replay their conversation and understand - Alex thought RJ was talking about him.

He sighed. “It’s not you,” he hissed as the Wangs moved closer to the bar. “That’s my father’s partner and his daughter who they've been trying to fix me up with. Sometimes facing things doesn’t mean the problems go away.”

He ducked behind Alex again, who turned to look at the pair. And shit, they were coming straight to the bar. There was no way RJ could avoid this. 

“Excuse me,” the man said. “Do you…”

RJ didn’t hear the rest of the question, his mind spinning as he was pressed against the wall, Alex’s body pushed against his, their lips meeting with a slow, gentle kiss.

Alex’s body was completely blocking out the rest of the room. RJ had absolutely no idea what was happening beyond the two of them and the feeling of their lips moving together. RJ pulled back slightly to catch his breath and Alex stepped back slightly. He couldn’t help but simply look up at Alex, while trying to regain access to air. 

The sharp sounds of bottles clanking brought them back to the room as they both turned their attention toward the bar. Bai Lang was standing there, staring at them wide-eyed. He slowly smiled, gesturing behind him and said, “I had Lu Li take them to the other room.”

RJ met Alex's eyes again. His expression. Alex looked as though je was going to tell RJ all the reasons he shouldn’t have done that. And honestly, RJ didn’t want to hear it. 

He pushed off the bar and shuffled his way around the crowd to the backroom door, intent on making his way out to the alley.

RJ stumbled out the door into the night air, stopping to brace himself on the wall and steady his breathing. He couldn’t believe he had to do this again. To leave again. 

“Hey, He Qing-Tian,” Alex called. “When are you going to stop running away from me?”

“Me?” RJ said. “I’m just doing what you keep telling me to do! You talk all this big talk, but you're the one who keeps avoiding this.”

Alex stepped closer. “You’re right,” he said.

“And you know what, you–,” RJ started again. “Wait, what?”

Alex’s expression softened. “You’re right. I was avoiding any attempts you made to get close to me.” He leaned in closer again. “When you were gone, I realized I liked having you around. And I missed you.”

RJ opened his mouth, but he had no response. Alex had never said this much about his feelings in the entire time they had spent together. If RJ said anything, he might completely ruin it.

Alex slid his hand under RJ’s chin and said. “I take responsibility for my actions.” He hovered close to RJ, the heat of his breath on RJ’s neck. This time they both knew it was coming. No more surprises, no more excuses. It was as clear as anything had been between the two of them. It was a shared movement between them, toward each other. A kiss that was shared, starting out light and intensifying as they pressed closer. 

For the first time, they were no longer out of step with each other. For the first time, they understood each other. For the first time, they wanted the same thing.

[variinfreefallfalling]

I was cackling wondering how many times it happened before for Alex to realize after a certain point drunk Bai Lang had "blacked out" when they were talking even though he was looking intently with his hand on his cheek, eventually for him to know it was a thing.

Like "oh by the way what we were talking about last night" and Bai Lang has the most blank expression on his visage.

[tachineko]

[tachineko]

alex chou - my tooth your love (1.02)

[heretherebedork]

Alex reading the tiny notebook that RJ has been keeping about the recipes he's been learning and his feelings and the way he's realizing that everything he thought was simple and childish wasn't as much as he thought or assumed. And the quiet proof that there's more going on there for both of them.

[variinfreefallfalling]

I gotta say watching people fall into the the glorious rabbit hole that is this show has become my favourite pastime .

It usually goes like this;

I don't know the title is kinda silly but I'll watch (It's Taiwan) or I don't even know how I started watching, retrospectively

Okay it's surprisingly deep, it's actually pretty good

Dead silence

Okay so I've binged the whole thing

Full obsessed mode: Reblogging spree from ep1. This show owns my heart now

Content creators version: I'm giffing the show as we speak (from the show's death grip)

Whilst me (as I camp in the tag): We've caught another one!

[heretherebedork]

On the other side of a sheer curtain, lifting himself onto his toes to get closer, touching his cheek so tenderly and so young and so ready and already in love but always overlooked, always rejected, by the older man who sees him as young as he is, who sees him as he is and not as another sexual being, begging to find out more about him later, trying to understand him so he can do something... but still too young to really do that. Oh, I love them and their age gap too much.

[variinfreefallfalling]

Alex confirmed indeed he was the bartender from WBL.

My mind: Gao Shi De and Jin Xun'an are in the same universe.

[incandescentflower]

Could I request 31 from the hugs list for RJ and Alex? I love the prompt fills you've done so far, they're like crack to me

hey anon! thanks for the ask. I've had a busy week so I've been trying to get this going for you and also not have it be an absolute mess

I'm glad to hear you enjoy my ficlets! I am starting to wonder how much schmoop one person can write about one show, but I'm willing to push my limits here. (and have a history in the past of doing so in other fandoms, *cough* cherry magic *cough*)

This is for RJ/Alex for number 31 from the hugs prompt list which is hugging while straddling the partner. I have to say, I have written a lot of sm*t and this is definitely only a T rating but the logistics of this was a challenge. :) Hope it works!

(Any other prompts, I have steadily been getting to work on, so if you sent me something, it's still in my queue!)

For this post: send me a prompt number from one of these lists and characters for My Tooth Your Love and I'll write a short scene.

Also on AO3 and all my other my mtyl one shots.

Tell me what you want

RJ was trying to appear calm. He knew it wouldn’t be good to show Alex how much he was freaking out about being in his apartment. He had never imagined he’d get to see it, let alone be invited to it. 

Being inside, it was exactly what RJ would expect from Alex’s place. Minimalist. An open studio apartment with a chair and some book shelves, a galley kitchen and a good sized bed. RJ’s eyes slid over the last object unable to not picture Alex waking up in it in the morning, his hair all disheveled, rubbing sleep from his eyes. RJ wanted to see it so badly. 

And now he thought maybe someday Alex would want him to see it too. He had kissed him back. He had said he liked having him around. For Alex that was practically a proposal. 

When they were together back at the restaurant, things felt normal, like nothing had changed between them. Alex still kinda lectured about things. RJ still kinda listened.

He wasn’t exactly sure what to do next. It was like they had meant to step over a line, but still had their toes on it. 

Until that night Alex said, “Do you want to come over for a bit after we close?”

That was a few hours ago. RJ had been in complete and utter internal panic ever since. Still, he smiled and nodded in agreement. There was no way he was going to miss this chance.

Except, now that RJ was in there, he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know where to sit, how to hold his body. He couldn't figure out why his hands felt so heavy, why his arms felt like they didn’t belong hanging at his side.

“Just give me a minute,” Alex said, leaving to go into the bathroom.

RJ tried to figure out what to do with himself before Alex got back. It felt awkward to sit in the single chair and it was piled with a bunch of random stuff, anyway. The bed was clear and neatly made. But sitting there seemed pretty presumptuous. So RJ just kinda stood there for a few minutes until Alex returned. 

Alex looked so much more relaxed than RJ had ever seen him when he reappeared. He was almost always wearing his work clothes when RJ was with him, a smart vest and sleeve garters. RJ hadn’t even known what those were until he had met Alex. Admittedly, RJ liked the way Alex looked in those clothes. It was something that had preoccupied his mind often. But RJ liked this too. Alex was now wearing a long sleeve jersey shirt that hung a little loose on him, but caught on his shoulders in a way that made RJ feel warm.

“You can change if you want,” Alex said, pointing to the bathroom.

RJ had trouble for a moment, trying to separate Alex's presence and thoughts of clothing being removed from getting entangled. When he regained his focus he said, “That’s okay, I changed before we left,” unzipping his coat and revealing his t-shirt.

Alex nodded and went to the kitchen for a minute, opening the cupboards and clanking around in them. RJ’s eyes landed on a guitar that was sitting in the corner of the room. He called over to Alex, “Can I take a look at this? The guitar?” He hadn’t found Alex to be particularly guarded with his space or belongings, but instruments could be sacred for some musicians. RJ was mostly fascinated because he didn’t even realize Alex played.

“Oh yeah, go ahead,” he said, shutting a cupboard and opening the fridge.

RJ picked up the instrument and decided it was best if he sat on the floor, settling in next to a small little coffee table. He strummed it gently. It was in tune. It wasn't an instrument simply there for show. 

Alex finally brought back a couple of drinks into the living area and set them on the coffee table. RJ was a bit surprised when he leaned down and sat on the ground beside him. Alex was right next to him, their knees almost touching. 

He didn’t know if Alex meant it, but it felt the same as the closeness RJ felt when they had kissed. There was plenty of room around them but he had sat down there with RJ.

Alex reached for his own drink and took a sip as RJ kept idly strumming a tune he had learned a while ago. RJ didn’t play a lot, but he enjoyed strumming and thinking up tunes when he had a guitar to do it with. His parents didn’t really want him to play. They thought it was a waste of time.

Alex put his drink back on the table and shifted his body back so that he was propping himself up on his arms, his legs stretched out next to RJ, their knees still almost touching.

“That’s nice,” Alex remarked, nodding along. “I didn’t know you played.”

“I didn’t know you played,” RJ said, letting the guitar drop into his lap.

Alex let his head shift back and forth in a weird, very relaxed kinda indication that he didn’t take his playing too seriously, which couldn't be true. RJ didn’t think there was anything Alex didn’t take seriously. 

RJ was tense. His hands weren’t steady enough now to keep playing, He carefully set the guitar next to him on the floor, out of the way. He then grabbed his own glass of water and took a big gulp, his throat suddenly intensely dry. 

“Whoa there, thirsty much?” Alex asked with a half smile. RJ’s heart flipped. Alex made him feel so many things even stone-faced and closed lipped. Alex smiling would be the death of him. 

“Must be a little dehydrated,” RJ said,clearing his throat and setting the empty glass on the table.

“You should take better care of yourself,” Alex said, nudging RJ’s leg with his foot. 

RJ glanced toward where Alex made the contact, taking a moment to comprehend Alex's action. 

“What?” he asked, pushing RJ harder with his stocking feet. 

“You’re so bossy,” RJ said. 

Alex slid his foot to push more on RJ’s legs, continuous little insistent presses that were clearly intended to irritate him.

He couldn't believe Alex was messing with him like this. “Cut it out,” RJ said, now flustered.

Alex smiled so much bigger when he said, “Make me.”

RJ didn’t even think, the way they were being, the lines that had been crossed. He wasn’t sure if there should be space between them anymore, but RJ didn’t want there to be.

He moved forward, climbing onto Alex's legs and pining them down. Alex sat there still, simply observing RJ’s shift to sitting on his thighs. He didn’t protest or act like it was strange, he just looked squarely back at RJ. 

“I…is this okay?” RJ asked. He had been the one to push things between them often, and when RJ stopped to think about it, he wished he hadn’t. He didn’t like feeling unsure of what Alex wanted. The fact that Alex had kissed him should have made things clear, but things still felt uncertain.

In a swift movement, Alex raised his legs, forcing RJ to tumble forward, his upper body falling against Alex’s chest. RJ tried to stop himself with his hands, but really all he could do was grab onto Alex’s shoulders to keep from falling face first into him. Alex pushed himself to sit up, catching RJ and basically shifting him into his lap.

They both froze for a minute, holding each other this way. RJ’s mind hadn’t caught up with their reorientation and it was almost impossible to comprehend that RJ was now straddling Alex, his arms securely around RJ’s waist, RJ’s arms finding stability by wrapping around Alex’s neck.

Still, this felt a lot more certain.

“Why are you suddenly shy?" Alex asked. "You were the one who kept coming after me,." He kept looking directly at RJ. The way their eyes met, it collapsed in on RJ. He was given over to it. All he could do was stay where he was, his arms wrapped around Alex, breathing in Alex's scent and feeling Alex all around him, strong and solid. 

“I wanted to let you decide what you wanted,” RJ said. “You hadn’t said anything since the kiss. I wasn’t sure.”

“Then why don’t you ask?” Alex said, plainly. “He Qing-Tian, you say I hide, but then you keep things to yourself too. I can’t read your mind.”

The words hit RJ because Alex was right. He had thought Alex stopped talking, but what he hadn’t realized was that he had stopped talking too. 

“You have to tell me when you’re unsure,” Alex said, and he pulled RJ into his arms, bringing him forward to press their foreheads together. 

“Okay,” RJ said, almost in disbelief that they were together like this. “I will. But can you please try to tell me what you want sometimes? I need you to tell me too.”

“I want to hold you like this,” he said. “I want you to stay like this. I want to be together.”

RJ exhaled. He tightened his arms around Alex and said, “I want that too.”