#but instead of being frustrated and unsatisfied with every piece bc i only see the flaws

[hopefulqueer]

i rly like that i'm at a place with my art where i can literally see the improvement from one piece to the next

[realcube]

Haikyuu girls // The Strap - NSFW headcanons

pairings: kiyoko x reader, yachi x reader, saeko x reader

summary: you and your s/o decide to add a bit of spice to your sex so y’all use a strap - the following headcanons are how I think they’ll use it/react..

tw// aged-up au!, (she/her) reader, vagina-having reader, sexual intercourse, strap-ons, WLW sex, fingering, oral (receiving and giving), swearing, exhibition 

Kiyoko Shimizu

honestly, you’re both very diplomatic when it comes to deciding who gives and who receives

whenever y’all do it, the mood kinda just decides for itself

however, since both y’all were just blankly staring at the bright pink object that sat in the middle of the bed, Kiyoko figured that she’d take one for the team

also, since it was her who suggested and bought the item, she thought it would only be fair if she gave it try first

so, she guided you through the steps of putting it on while strapping it onto herself

then, once she was done, she bent you over and got to it 

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Your eyes rolled back into your head from the unholy mix of ecstasy and pain Kiyoko made you feel. Never before have you felt so full. The way she mastered the smooth plastic toy so it occasionally brushed against your g-spot left you salivating and begging for more - just how she intended. “Kiyoko~” You whined, pushing your face out of the blankets so she could hear your desperate pleas, “M- Muh, More! Please..” 

A light pant left Kiyoko’s lip as she retracted one of her hand from your waist to reach down at trace sloppy circles around her clit, but she was a lot more sensitive than she thought she would be so after that small bit of stimulation, she involuntarily tossed her head back and let out a low moan.

That was part of the reason she wanted to refrain from touching herself while pounding into you but the sight of your dripping pussy being stretched out by her strap along with the high-pitch mewls you let out was more than enough to leave her with a throbbing cunt and weak knees. 

Without a word, she altered her movements so that she was now thrusting into you at a rapid pace, every movement of her hip directed at the spot you pleaded to be stimulated and upon your request, Kiyoko delivered. However, not without a cost. At this point, your g-spot was getting used and abused so quickly, your body was barely able to keep up.

Lewd wails escaped your throat, your mind clouded with pleasure and euphoria yet you were still conscious enough to notice that the slight vibrating of your thighs could only mean one thing. 

Despite the fact you were struggling to breath through all the erotic sensations throughout your body, let alone think - as soon as you felt your orgasm arise, the natural instinct to ask for permission managed to muster up enough energy to allow you to croak out, “May I?”

Kiyoko couldn’t help but giggle, gently caressing you waist with one hand and abandoning her needy clit to attend to your puckered hole. “You’ve been a good girl.” She mused, a low groan falling from her lips as he speed decreased slightly just to tease you. “Go on.”

Her deacceleration barely effected you as by the time those words had reached your ears, you were already halfway through your climax. Bliss shot through your body, sending shivers down your arched spine and to your legs, which was promptly followed by a pornographic moan. “Sh..Shimzu!~”

Upon hearing you finish, Kiyoko slowly pulled out the strap to provide you with some relief before taking it off, throwing it aside and attacking her pussy with her fingers - clearly, she had been left unsatisfied after being aroused by your messy, horny state. 

You looked over at her and were simply unable to stifle a giggle. However, you weren’t the one laughing when you tried to stand up to walk over there and help her but then you realised you couldn’t feel your legs. “C’mere.” You commanded, seeming slightly less dominant since you were still panting from when she was railing you just a few seconds ago, “I’ll finish you off.”

Hitoka Yachi 

she rarely ever gives and this was no exception

(well, by that I mean she is a bottom but when it comes to giving gifts and stuff she is extra af but that is a whole other headcanon)

in fact, she was actually the one who bought the strap 

however, it was now you who inserting it into her 

but you both like it that way!

bc she usually hates being on top since she’s always scared that she’ll hurt you or leave you unsatisfied 

anyway, you both mutually agreed that you were the top - despite the fact that y’all only do it once every millennium-

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You finished deciphering the instruction and managed to put the god-forsaken thing on - and the fact that you had little to no hand-to-eye coordination probably didn’t help. ( Throwback to that one time you momentarily pulled out and then when you tried to plug your fingers back in, you accidentally ended up aggressively poking Yachi’s labia.)

“Okay,” You looked up, biting your lip upon seeing Yachi in nothing but lingerie with the dim candle’s lit in the background, making her look heavenly. The character develop - you sighed, recalling the first time y’all had intercourse and she insisted the lights had to be complete off and her oversized shirt and thigh-high socks stayed on. Not that you had a problem with that - in fact, you found it quite charming - but it was just amazing to see how much more confidence she’s gained.

You shook your head in attempt to shake away all the off-topic thoughts, “Are you sure you want me to do this?” You inquired, eyes soft and exchanging a loving gaze with her. “I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing this.” Although, it was Yachi’s idea to invest in a strap-on but you’d rather be safe than sorry as she might’ve changed her mind since then. 

Yachi nodded, her signature sweet yet awkward smile gracing her lip while she fidgeted with the lace on the edges of the red panties she wore. “Oh, yes. I’m sure! I-I’ll be sure to tell you if it’s too much though.” She stuttered, losing her train of thought at the sight of you wearing the article. A deep blush rushed to her cheeks and she tried to stifle a snicker, “Safe-word: ‘waffles’, right?”

Waffles; a parallel to the name of your dog - Pancakes - which Yachi thought was so cute and fun but you - for obvious reasons - felt uncomfortable with her, in any case, screaming your dogs name in bed. So, you changed the word to Waffles. 

You hummed in agreement, sending her one last kind smile before a mischievous grin made it’s way onto your face. “Bend over.” You demanded, glancing down to look at the massive piece of shmeat erect on your vagina; you’d by lying if you said it didn’t make you at least the slightest bit uneasy - but you had to push through, for Yachi! 

Saeko Tanaka

at this point, you were used to Saeko whipping out the weirdest shit and using it during intercourse

if anything, a strap-on was pretty vanilla and conventional compared to the other things Saeko has used with you

which include (but not limited to): a wooden spoon, a candle, a TV remote, an Xbox controller, a whisk, ice-cubes in the shape of people, a needle,  lego brick(s), a sandal, a guitar, a broom, a lava-lamp, a ketchup bottle, a hairbrush, a straightener, multiple bottles of shampoo (since she only uses the tiny bottles that she steals from hotels), her gear stick, a D20 and a pack of instant noodles. 

so obviously you were pleasantly surprised when Saeko actually went out and bought a real sex toy instead of just using one of her make-shift ones. 

“Only the best for you, princess!” 

oh, and this goes without saying, she’s a top

it’s not that you’re a bottom though because you are from it as you’ve attempted to top her on multiple occasions 

but it just never goes your way so no matter how dominant and/or persistent you are, you always end up receiving 

not that you have a problem with it but- when I say she goes hard, she goes hard

literally she’ll stop whatever she is going if you seem even remotely horny and as soon as you give her consent to go further, it’s game over for you, honey

also, she is very much an exhibitionist so she really doesn’t care if she’s being to loud while her brother/his friends are over

in short, when you saw that bright pink toy lying on her bed sheet especially for you - it didn’t take long for you to realise that you should probably pre-book a few days off from work because you won’t be able to walk for the next week- 

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“Shut up, babe.” Saeko hissed at you, a evil smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, “They’re studying downstairs.”- not that she cared, she just enjoyed seeing you frustrated. So she couldn’t help but laugh at how much of  a mess you were, sweat matting your hair to your forehead, your ass cheeks red from Saeko’s unmerciful palm, your leg twitching as you approached your orgasm and your mouth full of lewd moans being forced shut as Saeko insisted that you quiet down.

Saeko leaned in to whisper suggestive threats into your ear, “If I hear another sound leave that pretty little mouth of your’s, you’ll be punished later.” The tingle of her hot breath against your skin and the implications of what she said just aroused you even more, forcing you to repress your whines..for now.

Honestly, you seriously didn’t know if you could do it as surely, Saeko wasn’t aware of how differently it hit when she used a proper toy - or perhaps she just felt that cruel today. The optimum amount of pleasure you thought she was capable of bringing you was somehow doubled due to the mix of factors: her using a real toy designed to endue pleasure, the impressive balance of attention between your clit and ass, her erotic threats and the fact she was seriously going feral back there.

You were already close but her harsh groping of your ass, licking her fingers to provide the slightest bit of lubricant before sticking 3 digits straight into your strained, dripping cunt while her other hand tightened it’s grip on the back of your neck - all that was enough to tip you over the edge.

You thought you’d be able to ask for permission or at least give a warning before you came but your throbbing clit along with Saeko’s tip violently slamming against your g-spot left you unable to do so, while you attempt sounded a bit like, “I’m gonna- I-” followed by an involuntary, loud moan.

“Don’t you dare-” Saeko snapped teasingly, but obviously unprepared for how loud your moan would actually be - so rather than covering your mouth with her hand, for her own entertainment she slammed into your g-spot once more, this time with more force - leading to you choking on your own noise.

Saeko was used to leaving you out of breath and tired, so while your lay there with your ass up, trying to catch your breath; she took this opportunity to take off the strap (but left it dangling out your pussy since she wasn’t sure if you wanted her to take it out or not) and went to get some aloe-vera for your bright red ass and dark purple bruises on your neck.

“Geez, your pretty lil’ pussy could barely handle that. Maybe we should stick to the ketchup bottles.” She joked, squirting the aloe-vera onto her hands and gently gliding her hands across your lower back.

[mortemersgf]

borrowed time

distant shores: edward mortemer x f!mc (jade hearst)

summary: jade returns to edward’s side.

warnings: some violence

taglist: @princess-geek​ @bitchloveskcbaseball​ @crazynutella​

a/n: was inspired to write this bc of how unsatisfying distant shores’ ending was :(( we honestly need a book 2

Jade stands in the back of a group of people listening to the museum curator recount about the legendary tales of Captain Hearst for the hundredth time. She lets out a weary sigh and turns away from the exhibit, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. The legends were fascinating to hear about the first couple of times, but after spending endless hours at the museum just to be close to the compass, the fascination wears off. All that’s left is an empty feeling in her chest.

A week. It’s been a week since she was thrown back into the present. Her whole body has been aching to return to Edward’s side and today, that’s going to happen. It has to.

She glances down at her new phone. A bittersweet smile tugs at her lips. After dialing a number, she presses the black box, as Edward called it, to her ear. “The museum closes in an hour. Where are you?”

“I’m around the corner. Why don’t you make yourself useful and scope out a hiding place for us?” Robert says. He hangs up before Jade can retort.

Sighing quietly, her eyes sweep across the whole room. The only sensible place to hide is the storage room towards the back. A shudder runs through Jade thinking about locking herself in an enclosed space with Robert.

“Do it for Edward,” she mumbles to herself.

Crossing her arms, she strolls over to the portrait of him and smiles wistfully. She presses a hand to the cool glass and studies his portrait intently. A million thoughts run through her head like a rushing river, but there’s one that eclipses them all. I miss him, she thinks, I really, really miss him. His crisp laugh, his charming mannerisms, how effortlessly he makes her flush, everything.

“Stop making the long face, your beau isn’t going anywhere.”

Jade turns and finds Robert standing there, green sweater vest and all, looking indifferent. He joins her side and produces a key from the breast pocket of his suit jacket. 

“Here it is,” he says.

Robert jerks away when she reaches for the key. With the roll of her eyes, she says, “We’re on the same side here.”

“No, we’re not. We just happened to be working together towards the same cause.” he says, pocketing the key. “The key stays with me.”

“Fine. Just so you know, your sweater vest is really ugly. Doesn’t bring out your eyes at all.”

—☽

“Get up. Check the coast. It should be clear by now.” Jade mutters. She stands and rolls her shoulders back several times, beckoning for Robert to do the same. Being confined in the storage room with Robert, as Jade suspected, is not pleasant. The man glared daggers at her whenever she began to hum absentmindedly.

Reluctantly, Robert does as he’s told and cracks open the door. It’s half past 8. The museum is dead silent except for the occasional shuffle of feet and muffled voices.

Carefully but swiftly, the two of them creep across the wooden floor to the compass. As Robert pulls out the key, Jade glances around for any sign of the security guards patrolling the grounds. She catches a glimpse of a flashlight from the next room and whispers to him urgently, “What’s taking so long?”

“Quiet, girl. I got it.” He sets the glass case down and flips open the compass.

The empty display in front of her is the last thing she sees before the bright glow of the compass swallows them both.

In between time is where Jade stands when she opens her eyes again. A blur of colors swirl around her, so unusual yet familiar.

“It worked! It really worked!” she gasps. “Robert, we came back!” A surge of excitement courses through her body, making her grin like never before. She’s donning her usual off-shoulder blouse with her cutlass and pistol hanging by her side.

Robert looks as unbothered as ever as he casually adjusts his collar and runs a hand through his slicked hair among the whirl of colors. It almost seems like time traveling is like going to the grocery store for him.

“That we did. Well,” he says, dusting off his leather jacket, “don’t get carried away now. We’re both on borrowed time after all.” He inclines his head and steps into the 18th century without another glance.

Jade’s smile falters at his ominous reminder. She makes a mental note to snatch the compass back and moves to follow him when something out of the corner of her eye catches her attention.

She faces… a memory, she thinks, of Edward sleeping soundly, an arm outstretched over an empty bed. He stirs and cracks open an eye before sitting himself up, scanning the empty room. Jade sees that his lips are moving, but she can’t hear anything. She doesn’t need to because she knows exactly what’s happening. She had warned him the night before. This was the morning she disappeared.

Edward hurriedly pulls on his clothes before stumbling out into the main deck. It’s a cloudless day, allowing the crew to roam around, exchanging laughs. Charlie and Oliver stand in the corner, speaking to one another.

Jade watches as Edward approaches them, talking rapidly. Oliver shakes his head and gestures at the rest of the crew, while Charlie knits her brows together in concern. Ax tumbles over, his usual grin falling away when he sees the crestfallen look on his captain’s face. Edward pulls at his coat’s collar, muscles tense, and disappears into the town of Tiburon.

Charlie and Oliver call out for the crew’s attention. Jade watches intently as the carefree smiles on everyone’s faces melt away. Ada and Ax share a look, their eyes pained. Kendrick, Henry, and Maggie halt the card game they’re playing and rise from the crates they’re sitting on. A minute later, every door on the ship is getting thrown open and all the maps are being peered at. Jade sighs to herself knowing their efforts are useless.

The memory follows Edward to a shop where a vendor pats him on the back. Vendor after vendor, they all shrug or shake their head, but he pushes on until day turns into evening and Charlie grabs his arm, eyes pleading. Edward’s face contorts into a frustrated expression as he shrugs out of her grasp. A while later, he steps back onto The Intrepid and slinks up to the crow’s nest, his misty eyes pinned on the horizon.

Jade feels a pinch in her nose and glances upward, unwilling to let tears stain her cheeks. He looked everywhere for me. He didn’t give up. Not for a second. A pang of guilt and hurt ripples throughout her chest as she remembers the words on his information plaque at the museum.

It is said that he refused to retire, choosing instead to sail the seas endlessly in search of a great lost love.

“I’m not gonna let that happen,” she mutters, dabbing her wet cheeks with the back of her hand. Having seen enough, Jade takes a deep breath and steps out of the timeless void.

Instantly, her senses are bombarded with the roar of the sea, vicious shouts, and dark smoke. She unsheathes her cutlass as a charred British flag flutters by. All thoughts of Edward perishes from her mind as a Navy officer chucks a dagger in her direction, screaming, “For the Admiral!”

As swift as an arrow, Jade spins out of the way, heart racing. She whips out her pistol and shoots at the officer’s hand before he can grab her. He growls in pain, dropping his sword to clutch at his bleeding wound.

Throughout the burning ship are pirates and soldiers entangled in battle, slashing and dodging one another. Jade quirks an eyebrow at the all-too-familiar scene and dives into the fray without a second thought. Ada and Ax, as nimble as ever, jumble the Navy ship’s rigging. Maggie and Charlie fight back to back, while Henry and Kendrick parry blows of soldiers next to each other.

A soldier spins into Jade and narrows his beady eyes. He begins delivering blow after blow with his sword with inhumane speed, making her stumble backwards. He’s almost as good as Edward and Oliver, she admits. Speaking of Edward, she can’t seem to find him among the mess of a fight. Please be okay, she thinks to herself.

Struggling to defend herself from the soldier’s quick slashes, Jade backs away until she bumps into wood. There’s nowhere left to run. The newcomer continues slicing at her until he nicks her hand. Jade winces but keeps dodging his attacks, face twisted with concentration. Finally, with a howl, he tries to shove her off the ship.

“The Admiral deserved what he got!” she says, her voice strained. Her cutlass is dangerously close to her throat as the soldier towers over her, his sword pushing against hers. I so wish I was in stage fighting class right now.

“You’re better off avenging someone who isn’t a power-hungry piece of trash,” Jade spits.

“How dare you speak of him in such a vile manner, pirate scum?” he growls, shoving her harder against the ship’s edge.

Jade grunts and kicks hard at his groin, sending him stumbling back into the fight. She takes a second to catch her breath. The compass has got to stop sending me into the middle of battles, she thinks, leaned against the ship’s railing. An incredulous laugh almost escapes her lips until another soldier lunges at her. She twirls out of his way and shoots him in the foot.

A loud boom rocks the ship, jerking her to one side. Jade whips her head towards the source and finds Jonas and Ginny on The Intrepid—no, not The Intrepid. It’s a new ship. Larger in size and almost as beautiful as Poseidon’s Revenge.

That’s when she realizes what’s happening. Only a small handful of British soldiers are left on the main deck. Charlie helps Ada over to their new ship before shooting at whoever that tries to follow. Jade takes off running and jumps onto the line of crates by the railing of the ship, thinking, They’re leaving and they don’t even know I’m here!

“You’re back! You’re back! Graaak!” A familiar squawk prompts a sharp gasp from Jade.

“Polly! Send word for the crew!” she shouts.

Polly swoops towards the other ship, screeching at Maggie, who’s squinting through a spyglass. She drops it and shouts for whoever is at the helm of the ship to stop, motioning with her hand for Jade to hurry with such urgency that half of her body is hanging out the ship.

There’s another boom as Jonas fires another cannonball at the Navy ship, wiping out another handful of soldiers. Jade staggers at the shake but regains her balance and shoots at the remaining soldiers who’re trying to apprehend her.

The new ship begins to draw near again. There Edward stands on the edge, leaning towards the open sea, a hand gripped onto a thick rope.

“Edward,” Jade says, breathless. She breaks out into a bright smile at the sight of him barely scathed.

“Do you trust me?” he shouts, holding out his free hand.

“With my life,” she whispers.

With that, she grabs onto a rope and swings herself into the air without thinking twice. Her stomach rises as she hurdles through nothingness. Time slows as bullets whizz by her face and she can’t do anything but gape at the ginormous waves crashing between the two ships.

She tumbles right into Edward’s embrace, chest heaving with deep breaths. He helps her off the ship’s railing and immediately sweeps her into what may be the tightest embrace she’s ever had. Jade returns the hug with the same fervor, clinging onto his body as if he’s everything she ever needs in this world. And he is.

The sky is a mix of deep purple, orange, and navy blue. It’s a beautiful sight, seemingly more beautiful now that she’s exactly where she’s supposed to be. Edward releases Jade after what seems like an eternity, his hands moving to cup her cheeks.

When he speaks, his voice is tight with emotion. “You came back,” he whispers, resting his forehead against hers.

“I’ll always come back for you, Edward,” Jade says, cheeks now wet with tears.

She sighs in relief when Edward tilts her face up and fits her mouth against his. The feeling of his lips on hers is everything. She tangles her fingers in his hair and presses herself against the length of his body, wanting to leave no space in between them. His kiss is fully unrestrained. It’s fierce and deep, coaxing another onslaught of tears from Jade. When they finally part, Edward runs his knuckles along her cheek, eyes wavering with tears.

“Are you hurt?” he asks.

Jade holds up her hand. There’s a cut on the side, drawing a line of blood that’s trickling down her forearm. “I’m okay,” she says, glancing at the red stain on his thigh. “What about you? How are you feeling?”

“Better now that you’ve returned,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’d have sailed the seven seas if it meant I’ll see you again.”

“I would’ve done the same,” Jade answers, leaning into his touch. “Because our story doesn’t end there. And you’re mine ‘til the end of time, right?”

Edward breaks out into a chuckle and caresses her cheek with his thumb. “Aye, my dove.”

He leans in for another long kiss. “I love you,” he sighs against her lips. The words rolled off his tongue so easily, so naturally. His walls are fully down, the dam of feelings he has for Jade rushing out into the open.

Warmth blooms all over her chest despite the strong winds that’re tousling her hair. She bumps her nose against his as she pulls away. “I love you, too,” she whispers.

A loud cry interrupts the tender moment. Charlie smacks Henry on the arm as the cook turns away, body shaking with sobs. Chuckling softly, Jade steps away from Edward and faces the rest of the crew. Maggie is the first one to reach out and pull her into another crushing hug.

“Ye really had all of us worried! ‘Twas a mess when Cap’n found out. He searched through every shop in Tiburon for ye!” she says.

Ginny attaches herself to Jade’s hip, saying, “You’re family, too, so you can’t leave us like that. Remember what you told Jonas during the mutiny?”

She holds the young girl close, murmuring, “I do, Ginny, I do.”

“Welcome back, lass. There’s a bottle of rum I’ve been saving for ye!” Kendrick says, clapping her on the shoulder.

“Was Kendrick really that intolerable to live with that you just had to vanish into thin air?” Charlie teases, earning an “oi!” from the older pirate.

She takes Jade’s bloody hand, nodding towards the cabins. “Let’s get you cleaned up, love. I’ve got you.”

“I know,” Jade smiles.

No matter the time traveling, no matter the British Navy and the enemies that she has yet to encounter, she knows the crew will always, always be there. They’ve got her.

Edward’s gaze lingers on Jade as Maggie tugs him away to get his own wound taken care of. Nothing but love and adoration are present in his eyes. “Find me later,” he murmurs into her ear as he passes by.

A shiver passes through Jade hearing his voice full of promise. Her cheeks warm with glee at the feeling. It ignites an onset of goosebumps and somehow, in that moment, she knows everything will turn out to be okay, even if she is on borrowed time.

[soundofseventeen]

If We Were A Movie (Kim Mingyu)

Hi babes! So Erin and I geeked out bc we finally reached 400 followers!!! We cried a bit and really thank you guys for everything! It’s not possible without y’all! Enough rambling. -Bee

“Another win for the ever-talented Kim Mingyu.” You raised your hand for a high five which he eagerly slapped. “Stop being such a good actor or we’ll probably have to build you a separate room for all your wins.”

“It’s luck,” he shrugged modestly. “And my ridiculously good looks.”

“Who are you if not your own biggest fan? Okay, so there’s an after party going on if you wanna go or we clear the rest of the night to get you to start packing because need I remind you that you leave for this next movie in five days.” You unlocked your phone and rambled off the rest of his schedule, each time grinning wider than the last until his laughs betrayed him and you looked up at him in confusion. “What?”

“Do you ever get a day off?” He shook his head. “I think you’re more concerned about this coming month than I am.” He took out his own phone and compared it to yours. “Jeez, you’re more of an overqualified agent than my assistant. Wait, I have a physical the day after tomorrow? Since when?” He gestured you to start walking to his dressing room so he could change.

“Since you agreed to the role three months back.” You shrugged. “Maybe if you paid more attention, then you’d know.”

“But not even my agent knows-”

“Your agent’s job is to make sure you book your roles and you don’t risk it, hence your lack of scandals. I’m just here to make sure you keep yourself alive and well because your fans will probably kill me.”

“I knew I didn’t just hire you for your cute looks.” He closed the door in your face, giving him the last laugh.

You pounded on the door, laughing. “You hired me because you needed a friend!” Well from what he’s told you at least.

He opened it, sticking his head out. “And you’re a good one at that. Now please let me get dressed so I can go to this party while you enjoy your night off.”

“Hey, unblock me while you’re at it you coward!”

*

You threw the shirt along with the rest of the rejected pieces of clothing. You weren’t expecting to be invited along to all sorts of parties and social gatherings (that was more Mingyu’s scene) but because you were constantly by his side, it’d make sense for you to dress the part in case it happened. All your casual and formal clothing had been packed in different suitcases (and as low maintenance as you were, you liked messing with him because he could honestly pack like it was the end of the world...well it didn’t help that his stylist Xu Minghao tailored his wardrobe to perfection and often made it a point to show it off, subtly of course.)

You checked the time, surprised to see it was a quarter to two (and that Mingyu had refollowed on every social media account he previously blocked you on but it was otherwise fairly quiet from his end.) If you didn’t get any sleep soon, you’d be too tired for your day to yourself. You’d made plans to do something by yourself whether it be a haircut, buy new clothes, or maybe even get yourself that book you were eyeing; you just wanted some quality time with yourself and if you didn’t start that now, it’d be...awhile. You left your pile of clothes right where they were, just in case they’d be better looking in the morning. You washed the makeup and dirt away from your face as you changed into your most comfortable pyjamas (which you were too lazy to do so hours ago), hearing the kettle whistling, signaling that your water was ready for your nighttime tea. You’d managed to pour yourself a cup before you got an incoming call from Mingyu. “Hello?”

“Y/N MY LOVELY ASSISTANT,” He bellowed from his end of the receiver and you had to turn down the volume despite the fact it was on speaker because he was that loud when he had a little too much alcohol in his system. “CAN. YOU. HEAR. ME.” You turned it down as low as it could go. “OH NO. OH NO. OH NO. GUYS I LOST Y/N.”

You laughed. “Mingyu I’m right here in the kitchen, getting ready to sleep. Are you home yet?”

“YOU’RE AT MY HOME. WITHOUT ME? HOW DO YOU HAVE MY KEYS? DID I LEAVE THEM IN YOUR CAR AGAIN?”

“Go home and get some sleep please. Call me in the morning.”

“I LOVE YOU BUDDY.”

“Me too pal. Me too.”

*

You watched in irritated amusement as Mingyu and his costar hung out behind the scenes as the subplot progressed onscreen, peering over at you occasionally just to make sure you hadn’t abandoned him completely, but also making sure he could see you in case he needed you to save him, not that he needed it. You knew one of his personal rules was to not date who he worked with, but this one seemed to bend the rules a bit. So far, they’ve had dinner after hours, went shopping a couple of times and even had Mingyu blow off parts of his day that you had planned for him to get done. All in all, you were amazed at it all. He was fighting it and fighting it well but you also knew you had to give him some kind of hell for it. After all, he’s missed several meetings even if they weren’t all that important; it was just mostly scheduling fanmeets, interviews and just anything to give his upcoming movie publicity. (The fans might’ve done that enough though.) They were called back to the main screen not much later with you telling him it was the final shot of the day and you’d meet him back in your hotel room, so while they were getting ready for the big climax, you used that as an excuse to grab breakfast/lunch/dinner.

You’d been there since early in the morning, only snacking on pretzels and whatever what was put out on the table and if you didn’t get food in your system soon, you were sure you’d pass out from lack of nutrition. (As it was, you were cranky and your headache wasn’t helping.) Fast food was, unfortunately your only option, so you grudgingly ordered your meal (and another for the ever ravenous boy because he’d cause a mini scene until you relented so you spared yourself the guilt trip early.)

Getting to your suite, you set everything on the counter, kicked off your shoes and turned on the TV, getting some rest before eating. (Being an assistant was more tiring than you let on. Mingyu tried his hardest to make it easy for you, treating more like an equal rather than someone who was constantly waiting on his orders. You very rarely saw his diva side, which he used only when cast and crew were both assholes not only to him, but to you. He admired your efficiency, occasionally buying you a card saying he appreciated what you did for him, and your friendly demeanor even when you were put in the worst circumstances. It was only at home and your you time when he released the frustrations.) You hadn’t even known that you had fallen asleep until you felt someone shaking your shoulder telling you to wake up. You opened your eyes to find Mingyu looking at you with slight concern and you waved him off, standing up and stretching. “I didn’t hear you knocking.”

“I just got home and I was wondering if you wanted to grab a bite and go for ice cream afterward but I can see you got dinner covered and you look too tired to...get up again.” Which was true. You fell back on the couch which had made him pause his sentence. He shook his head and instead brought the bags of burgers and fries to you, taking a spot next to you. He passed you your order (which had grown cold) and changed the channel, growing more unsatisfied with every show he skipped. He finally stopped when he saw one of his old movies, wordlessly asking you if you were okay with it and you just shrugged. He smiled to himself, turning the volume up and finally taking a bite of his burger.

It was his first lead role, having just finished a television series as a supporting character (Jeon Wonwoo’s no less), which had you questioning why he had wanted to hire you of all people. He had seen you at a cafe and over the course of watching you carefully organizing your notes, taking various phone calls (because in this day, everyone preferred standard texting and email), and overall meticulously and painstakingly writing out your agenda for the week, right down to being able to pencil in a nap, he introduced himself to you. Of course you were starstruck and even a little afraid; of course you had a crush on him because of course you religiously had watched his show and were -unsurprisingly- counting down the day until you had a moment to watch his debut as a lead, not a side character. You first thought it was all a joke, some prank that was waiting to happen because of a date you had rejected a few days prior. Even when he reassured you that the offer was legit, you were skeptical because you were a student, not someone who had experience scheduling people’s life into your notebooks and keeping them busy.

He convinced you though, and as he got bigger, so did your paycheck, enabling you to pay off your debts and continuing your schooling online. He was happy with your choice because it meant he could spend time with someone around his age, and not lose his roots of being a young adult, trying to get parts of his life together. He didn’t tell you this sober but one night that he had too much to drink, he called you, emotions and alcohol impairing his speech but being able to thank you for being in his life and that the real reason he hired you was because he wanted someone to call a friend and remain faithful and not let fame get to his head. Thinking about that now, made you feel warm and fuzzy inside, despite shivering from your cold drink sliding down your throat. “I’m glad you hired me,” you commented to no one in particular, but you know he needed to hear it sometimes.

“Even though I scared the shit out of you?”

You mulled it over just a bit. He only reason he had come off as intimidating as he did was because of his height. He towered over you and you were initially afraid that if you rejected his offer, he would do something, so you fearfully agreed. Needless to say, he was as scary as a housefly. “Even then.”

He smiled in your direction. “Me too.” And just like that, his own eyes closed, the long day washing over him as he fell asleep, the burger half eaten on his lap.

*

The movie, needless to say, was a complete success, breaking his previous record and going straight to #1 at the box office on opening weekend alone. It helped with all the time he spent with his costar outside of the filming sets and with whatever you were able to book whether it had been planned from the get go or some strings his agent had helped pull as well as charity events.

Kim Mingyu had a certain boyish charm to him that had eyes on him constantly and the more he was seen in public, the better. His biggest asset, ironically enough was his clumsiness. Most, if not all, of his fans related to him due to clips you constantly uploaded to social media of him dropping things, falling from his bed, him forgetting about that last step at the top of the stairs which because you were busy recording, often had him tripping over it and taking you down with him.

Any dating rumors were squashed as quickly as they surfaced, which intrigued his fans as well as his costar’s and many quickly integrated, shipping them and discussing conspiracy theories that proved they were secretly together.

It was a funny thing seeing them fighting amongst the fans that were convinced it was you dating Mingyu. I mean, with all the time you spent together and all the times you’ve blocked each other and going live about it, it did seem rather likely. You yourself almost believed it, but you knew better and how well he maintained his professionalism with everyone. In all the time you’ve worked for him, he’s been in one steady relationship with someone when he went back to his hometown after his big break and was outed. It was apparently quite the scandal. Your quick thinking gave him time off and how to address the situation when the time came but that you knew of there was someone else a little before you were hired.

It seemed he brought back the zombie trend with his latest blockbuster because in the weeks that followed, you saw a lot of makeup tutorials that resembled the undead and official merch were popping up everywhere. You showed them all to Mingyu who never ceased to be awestruck and sometimes even dumbfounded because he was just doing his job: being someone else while maintaining his own personality.

His latest success meant a lot more interviews which was fine with you both until you had to leave him for a week because of a termite infestation that occurred in your apartment complex and while the bad news was that it was condemned, you were able to throw your belongings in a storage unit and you decided to deal with that after Mingyu took time off. During that time, you had a realization of just how much time you spent together. It was strange looking a few feet away from you and not seeing the six foot human within eyesight and sometimes you could swear that you heard his voice somewhere. You missed him terribly, you’d admit that much. It was one thing when y’all had vacation time and purposely silenced your work phone but it was another thing to constantly be checking on his replacement to make sure he was on schedule and you followed up with Mingyu himself because he knew how you could be. His favorite phrase seemed to be, “There was a little hitch...kidding!”, followed by his predictable events before ending with a subtle whine of when you were coming back which had him counting down the days, even though yougave him a wrong estimate.

The day you were due to come back, you were running late, leaving you frustrated because you had planned to surprise him over breakfast, but because life and delays, you didn’t get to him until late afternoon. According to the day’s schedule, he was at a fan meet, so you hightailed it to the venue and arrived, skid marks all but visible as you flew in. His replacement assistant looked relieved seeing you back, adjusting the headphone/microphone set that allowed you to hear what Mingyu and his fans were discussing in record time. You caught a lot of questions of why he looked so bummed and if everything was okay, and you could imagine him smiling as he assured everyone he was fine. He was not fine; he didn’t have you, according to everyone.

So you went up onstage to where he was at, putting a finger to your lips to hint at everyone waiting for him to remain silent. Because he was the star, he was at the very end, so it was quite a trek in your opinion at least, turning off your headset so the feedback wouldn’t give you away. You were behind him as a preteen fan finally reached him, trying to hold in her giddiness at seeing you two together. You waved her and her grin widened. “H-hi.” She held out a picture of him for him to sign. “C-Can I ask you a question?”

Mingyu nodded, the already preparing himself for his own generic answer as he autographed the photo. “Fire away.”

“Would you consider yourself brave like your character?” She eyed you when you put your hand over your mouth to hide your snort. Mingyu was about as brave as Winnie the Pooh going after heffalumps. It was you who often had to kill the spider to stop him from burning the place down. (No, you actually stopped by his place once to see him dousing his kitchen table with gasoline.) He’s even said he was staying with you once the apocalypse happened. (He was convinced it was inevitable.)

It still surprised you when he shook his head. “My character can do things I can only dream of like leading people and saving them and telling them what they need to hear. I can’t even say something without being afraid of what someone is gonna tell me…”

“Can I ask you something else?” She whispered this so low you almost missed it had Mingyu not nodded.

“If you could say something without fear...without consequence, what would it be?”

Smart kid, you figured, in both the question and the way she said it. It was a question that had you pondering.

Mingyu also seemed caught offguard by it, racking his brain to see how he could answer. Finally he spoke. “I guess I’d tell someone I’m close to how much I love them.”

“What’s stopping you Oppa?”

“A lot of things, I guess.” Her eyes widened and when they flickered to you, you shook your head, and used it as the opportunity to announce your presence by grabbing his shoulders and making him jump. You were really curious about who he was talking about, but that wasn’t your business.

“Yah, you punk,” he scolded you, “you were supposed to be here two days ago.” He broke out into his signature grin. “I missed you.”

“And they're here to see you,” you gestured towards his steadily growing line that had their phones out, recording the little interaction. You backed away slowly as he returned to his adoring fans, hearing everything they said, smiling at some of the comments and laughing when you heard something particularly funny (mostly when they mentioned him looking cheery because of a certain someone cough cough you.) Once the event was over, he rushed over to engulf you in a well deserved hug because in Mingyu time, a week was the equivalent of two years. You wrinkled your nose. “You’re gross and sweaty. Go shower and change your clothes. I’m gonna help everyone pick up.”

“But I wanna take you out to dinner. I haven’t seen you in a week. My shower can wait. ”

“I’m not going near you until you’re clean,” you pointed out. You folded a few chairs and took them to their place. “Why are you still here? Go.”

*

You felt like you could use the shower, but at least you felt useful. The crew thanked you tenfold and bid you a great evening as they retired for the day. You were happy to report to Mingyu (once he got out that is) that this was his last thing for awhile so he could finally go on that vacation he was planning, which sucked on your part because you just got back and you were already gonna separate again. And not to mention the house hunt you were about to go on. You walked back to where the dressing rooms were, hoping to rush the actor.

He was already waiting by one of the front doors, leaning against it. You walked up to him and he surprised you by meeting you halfway, saying nothing. He ran a hand through his damp hair, studying you, a very un-Mingyu like thing to do.

“Hey,” you greeted him shyly. “You ready to get going?”

He walked up to you slowly, a rather bashful smile appearing on his face, giving him the look a child who’s about to ask if he could have ice cream before bed, and expecting a no in return. “I...just have to do something first.” He bit the inside of his lip, exhaling slowly, gaining courage before taking your face in his hands and kissing you hesitantly, slowly, carefully, but reluctantly pulling away to assess your reaction, foreheads touching. You remembered what he had said to the young fan earlier, blanking out on what to tell him. The only logical reaction was to stare at him puzzled, and he chuckled, despite it not going how he quite imagined it, his voice sounding deep and labored. “I talked to a fan earlier, before you got there, and she asked me if I could do something and not be scared and she asked why I hadn’t done it yet…”

“Me?” You cut him off.

“You heard?”

“I caught a few of your conversations but I thought you’d had enough of everyone asking why you were sad. I didn’t think…” You exhaled. “Why me?”

“Why not you? Everything you do for me...to pushing me so I’m on top of it, to assure me I’m doing all I can, to just making sure I’m not overworking myself, and-and even with how much time we spend together...how can I not pick you?”

“It’s my job. I’m supposed to do all of that.”

“Y/N, not even my agent knows what I’m supposed to do until she has orders from you that it’s been okayed from physicians to trainers to nutritionists. I...I don’t know anyone else that would go that far. I’m pretty sure you even know when I’m about to get sick because sometimes I get a hint of something medicinal in my drinks.”

It was hard to look away from him, especially when his gaze was unwavering and he was as close to you as he was. You cared about him and his wellbeing; it was obvious enough when you let him get an extra hour or two of sleep instead of rushing him out the door to get from point A to point B, and when you cut off his sugar supply when he’s had enough; you even squeezed time in with his old friends because he worked hard, sometimes too hard. You tenderly brushed his hair from his face. “Me?” you repeated incredulously.

He nodded, looking as sure as he felt. “You.” He finally allowed himself to smile. “I just...I really love you.”

Your heart pounded at his confession. He had thousands, if not, millions of admirers worldwide, a dream to everyone who had known or met him, and his own heart...was yours. You hadn’t expected your eyes to shut to keep the tears in, but they did and it was your turn to exhale. “Mingyu.” You paused. “This isn’t just something because I just came back, isn’t it?”

“I missed you the whole time you were gone,” he confessed. “But it was also more than that. Every time you’re not around, it’s hard for me to focus and get everything done. It’s like part of me is missing and it’s dumb because I know you’re always here, but I’m afraid that one day you’re gonna go somewhere and not come back and the only thing I’ll have to remember you by is a text saying you’re sorry.” He shook his head at the thought, his confidence deflating because you hadn’t said anything to accept or reject him.

“Kim Mingyu, I think I’d at least tell you in person because really? A text?” You smiled at your half assed attempt to make him laugh, but you poked his cheek upward. “I-I couldn’t leave you even if I wanted to. We’ve done too much together as it is...and it’d be a shame to not know what could be between us.”

He perked up at that. “I...you mean that?”

“Oh my god Mingyu! Just ask me out or I swear-” He cut you off with another kiss, this one longer and more passionate and full of happiness that radiated onto you.