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The Winter Ball Date

College/Friends to Lover Au

Summary: When one year you get asked to the annual Winter Ball by someone other than Shawn, the two of you realize what you’ve been looking past for years.

Author’s Note: Long time no see! This is part of Julia’s Winter Writing Challenge by @wondershawns and I am so excited to have participated! My setting prompt was “A knock on the window” and the line “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this”. I hope you guys enjoy! As always, I love hearing any type of feedback and I love you all x

Word Count: 8.4k

Presents, Christmas music, your mother’s famous cookies on your tongue, all playing one by one in your mind. The feeling of just being home again instead of in a small, stuffy dorm seemed so close, yet so far away and you couldn’t help but wish that this last month would fly by. A soft nudge to your foot broke you out of your thoughts, “What’s got you in a daze?” You blinked your eyes rapidly to focus your thoughts to the present once again, turning your gaze to the curly haired boy next to you with a bright smile on his face.

“I’m just thinking about Christmas and being home again,” you sighed dreamily, your head coming to rest on your hand.

“Christmas is over a month away, you’re better off worrying about finals if you’re thinking that far ahead,” he laughed as a hand came up to lightly push your shoulder.

You cast a harsh glare at him through the dim light of the library, “It’s never too early to start thinking about Christmas. Aren’t you excited?”

“Of course I’m excited.” Shawn leaned back against his chair looking into space, “I get to go home and see family and I only have to worry about my sister instead of a bunch of rowdy frat boys.”

You let out a chuckle at his words, “Aren’t you also a rowdy frat boy?”

“You wound me.” He dramatically placed a hand over his heart, “Besides, I’m more excited to annoy you every day over break.”

“You already annoy me every day.”

“Maybe, but it’ll be much more convenient than me walking all the way across campus to get to your dorm.” You couldn’t lie that he did have a point there. The two of you had been best friends ever since the day your family moved into the house next to his in middle school. You had been inseparable ever since, choosing to go to the same college a few hours from your houses and meeting almost every day since you had joined as freshman. Three years later and nothing had changed, except for how tall Shawn had managed to grow in those years and how the both of you definitely had matured in both personality and appearance since you were in middle school.

“How fortunate for me then,” you laughed, turning your attention back to the abandoned textbook in front of you.

Shawn’s eyes remained on you, cocking an eyebrow your way, “What, you’re not looking forward to my random visits?”

“Oh no, I am so looking forward to being woken up in the middle of the night because you can’t sleep.”

“Hey that was only twice!”

“Two times too many if you ask me,” you mumbled under your breath, however the smirk on your face told Shawn that you meant for him to hear it. He simply pulled your chair closer to him and rammed his knuckles into your head until you were laughing and begging him to stop.

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“You’re coming to the game tonight right?” You had found your way into Shawn’s bed after a full day of classes with your head on his chest, a random hockey game playing on the television across from the two of you. Shawn’s arm provided a comforting warmth as it laid across your stomach, pulling you into him, and each pass of his fingertip onto your skin made you relax further into him. The cuddling wasn’t anything new to the two of you, even the electric feeling you felt from his touch had almost become normal to you. Almost.

“Of course I am. I’ve never missed one, have I?”

“You’re right you haven’t,” he smiled down at you, a stray curl falling in front of his face, “Just wanted to make sure my good luck charm would be there.”

You reached up to brush his hair out of his face, but Shawn quickly grabbed your arm, playfully biting your finger until you pulled away and your wrist was left in his grasp. “I refuse to believe I’m your good luck charm.”

“We’ve been undefeated for three years, hun. You’re my good luck charm.”

“But-”

“Nope, shut it. Don’t want to hear a peep from you.” He pulled you tighter into him before placing a delicate kiss to your hair, “Remind me to give you my jersey for tonight. Want to make sure everyone knows whose good luck charm you are.”

“You’re such a goof.”

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Shawn won. Again. It was no surprise, especially since the team they were up against were no good, but that didn’t mean that you weren’t incredibly proud of him. He absolutely amazed you every time he went out on the ice and you couldn’t help but wait impatiently in the main corridor of the arena. Students rustled around you as you waited though you paid them no mind, simply choosing to admire the banners on the wall instead. The sudden increase in noise caused you to turn your head towards the locker rooms where a certain curly-headed boy was leading a pack of freshly showered athletes. You sprinted past the crowds of people in his direction as Shawn dropped his bag, opting instead to pick you up in his arms as you ran straight into him. You wrapped your legs around him like a koala with your head buried into his neck, breathing in the strong, heady scent of his shampoo. “There’s my good luck charm,” he sighed into your hair and you laughed, only causing a brighter smile to form on his face.

“You were incredible, Shawn. You’re constantly impressing me out there.”

“Thank you,” he smiled, lifting his head to look you in the eyes, “Always means the most coming from my number one fan.”

You flashed him a smile that mirrored his as he slid you down to the floor, making sure that you were always close to him even while others were surrounding him. Your eyes stayed trained on him and the aura that seemed to follow him everywhere he went. They followed the path of his jaw, his neck, to his broad shoulders he always made you massage for him. But before you could finish admiring him, you felt a presence behind you and a slight grasp on your arm. You turned only to be met with a tall figure with beautiful green eyes and dirty blonde hair. He seemed to be about Shawn’s height, maybe an inch shorter, and although his smile wasn’t as bright as Shawn’s was, it still managed to take your breath away for a moment. “Hi, I’m Grant,” the man introduced himself, extending his hand for you to grab, “Are you Shawn’s girlfriend?”

You turned your focus back to Shawn who was currently in the middle of a conversation with a couple fraternity brothers and sorority sisters before coming back to this new mysterious man. “Oh no, we’re not, we’re not dating. We’re just best friends.” Grant seemed to have some distrust in his eyes at your words, his eyebrow lifting up slightly in question. “I’m Y/n by the way.” Grabbing his outstretched hand you let yourself appreciate the polite person in front of you.

“I’m sorry I assumed you’re dating. I’m in the frat with Shawn; we’re not good friends or anything but I’ve seen the two of you around in there.” Suddenly your mind clicked to where you had seen him before off of the rink. Most of the boys on the hockey team all resided in the same fraternity so it shouldn’t have been a surprise to you to learn that you had been in the same house as Grant multiple times. “You two are really close, I can’t be the only one that has mistaken the two of you as dating.”

“Yeah…,” you trailed off, sparing a glance back at Shawn, “It happens a lot more than you think. But I promise we’re not. I’m as single as one can be.” Grant’s smile seemed to grow at your words and his shoulders relaxed an inch.

“Well in that case I actually wanted to ask you…”

“What’s going on over here?” A heavy weight slid across your shoulders, effectively pulling you into a warm body you immediately recognized. You rolled your eyes at the interruption. Perfect timing as always, Shawn.

“Nothing, just introducing ourselves to one another,” Grant replied, that smile that you were beginning to grow fond of diminishing slightly.

“Good, was worried that my good luck charm was switching sides.” Shawn sent a pointed look your way with a smirk playing on his lips.

“Good luck charm?”

“Why do you think we haven’t lost a game yet?” Shawn questioned, reaching out to pinch our cheeks, “It’s this little one right here giving me all the luck.” You swatted his hand away bitterly, but his smirk only grew. “Well I’m sure this has been great. Grant, I’ll see you later at the frat and you missy, we have a celebratory dinner to catch.” He maneuvered his way through the people calling his name, bringing you right to his classic jeep.

“You’re horrible you know that right,” you huffed as soon as you got into the seat.

“What ever could you be talking about?” he said innocently.

“If you keep acting like this, I’ll truly never get into a relationship.”

“You’re being silly.”

“Says the one that literally interrupted an entire conversation I had barely even started yet.”

“I was simply worried about you.”

“Mhm, sure.” You stared out the window in protest, not even moving when you felt his hand on your lower thigh.

“Honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you liked Grant. I was just looking out for you.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say I like him, I’ve known him for all of five minutes, but it would be nice to maybe explore some options without my personal bodyguard getting in the way.”

“Once again I’m sorry that I got in the way then. I guess Grant is not the worst guy you could have chosen out of the bunch,” he trailed off as he pulled into the diner parking lot the two of you had been frequenting at after almost every hockey game, “Now let’s put this behind us. I’m really craving some fries and a milkshake.”

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The brisk wind of the courtyard made you tighten your jacket around yourself in a poor attempt to keep the chills away. A sigh of relief escaped your lips once you rounded the corner of the lecture hall you had previously been in, leading you through a row of buildings that temporarily protected you from the harsh weather of Toronto. You kept your eyes trained in front of you, desperately trying to will your feet to somehow move faster to get you to Shawn’s frat house for your usual post-class wind down.

“Hey Y/n!” You whipped your head around to see the source of your name, but after coming up empty handed in the small crowd of students behind you, you shook your head, convincing yourself you just imagined it as you continued your walk. “Y/n, wait!” Pausing this time, you turned your body around completely only to be met with the sight of Grant maneuvering his way carefully around the other students. Upon seeing you stopped, his face light up and he started to jog his way towards you until he was close enough for you to feel some of his body heat. “Hey.”

“Hey, Grant. How are you?”

“I’m good, thanks. Sorry to catch you at such a bad time, but I didn’t know when I was going to see you again,” he confessed, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “I also didn’t want to wait too long to ask this because I was afraid I’d miss my chance.”

“What’s going on?”

“Are you going to the Winter Ball with anyone?” The Winter Ball was the annual end of the semester party Shawn and Grant’s fraternity held every year that was incredibly exclusive. The only way to get in was if one of the members took you as their date, which meant that almost every girl was dying for someone to ask her.

At that moment your gaze fell to the beautiful bouquet of red roses that were present in his hands before your eyes lifted to meet his that were so full of hope and nerves. “As of right now I am not. Why do you ask?”

“That’s great! I mean, that’s not great that you’re not going with anyone, but great because I, um, I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go with me?”

You flashed him a bright smile as he handed the bouquet towards you, “I would love to go with you, Grant.”

“Really? That’s, that’s amazing. I’m looking forward to it.”

“So am I.”

He wrapped his arms around you in a quick hug before moving the other way, “I hate to leave right away, I’d love to stay and talk, but I really need to get to class.”

You waved him off, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah of course,” he began walking away until his eyebrows raised and he came back, “Wait, can I actually get your number?” You saved your number into the contacts of his phone and gave him a wave, heading your way back to the line of frat houses you were looking for. The butterflies in your stomach were doing front flips as you tried to will the humongous smile off of your face. A guy just asked you to be his date to the Winter Ball. A really cute, sweet guy just asked you to be his date to the Winter Ball. Never in a million years did you think someone like him would even imagine asking you to be their date yet here you were, the most delightful smelling roses in your hand and a fluttering feeling in your body. You hardly comprehended that you had already stepped foot into the frat house until you were opening the door to Shawn’s room and falling onto his bed next to him with a dopey smile on your face.

Shawn looked over at you questioningly from his phone, ‘What’s going on with the flowers and the face?”

“Shawn, you won’t believe it!” you practically squealed, turning onto your side, “Grant just asked me to be his date to the Winter Ball!”

“The Winter Ball?”

“Yes! Isn’t that the best thing ever! I’ve never been asked before!”

“What do you mean? You’ve been my date every year.” If you hadn’t been so caught up with the giddiness in your chest you might have been able to notice the fleeting look of sadness in his eyes as he spoke.

“That’s not the same though. I wasn’t really your date, we just went as friends.”

“Yeah, but you were still considered my date.”

“Still, it’s not the same thing.”

A small moment of silence took over the room before Shawn cleared his throat. “So...you said yes?”

“Of course I said yes, I’d be stupid not to.”

“Oh.”

You watched as he focused back on his phone, a tiny frown on his face that you could hardly notice, “What’s wrong.”

“Nothing. I’m glad you’re so happy about this.”

“Don’t lie to me, Mendes, what’s wrong?”

“Just wondering what I’m going to do about a date this year.”

“That’s what you’re upset about?” you looked at him incredulously, “Please, you’re one of the most sought after guys in this school. You could go up to any girl on this entire campus and none of them would even hesitate to say yes.”

“I guess.”

“You guess?” you scoffed, “What about Jessica? I’ve seen the two of you talking a lot at post game parties and everything. You two look like you get along.”

“Yeah, I could always ask her,” he sighed, “But Jessica isn’t going to drag me into my room at four in the morning asking me to sing her a song on the guitar so she can fall asleep.” He sent a teasing smile your way as he referenced your habit of pulling his hand through crowds of people until you got to his room when you felt too tired and wanted to go to sleep.

“I’m sorry, Shawn. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” You thought for a moment, “I know! I’ll buy you pizza from your favorite pizza place! You know, the one across from the campus coffee shop where they put extra cheese on top.”

“That’s not my favorite pizza place.”

“But every time we go there you say…”

“I only say that because I know it’s your favorite pizza place.” His gaze fell soft upon you, “Don’t get me wrong it’s not bad, but I don’t have a favorite and I know you’re more likely to go there if I said it’s also my favorite.”

“Oh,” you looked down at your hands, “Well thank you.” Shawn hummed in response, his eyes traveling back to his phone. “You can still come over beforehand to get ready together like we always do.”

He let out a sad chuckle, “Don’t think Grant would much like that, honey.”

“That’s too bad if he doesn’t like it because it’s important to me that we get ready together and you’re the first person to see me all fancied up.”

Shawn swore he felt his heart stutter in his chest, “If you want me over, I’d be more than happy to get ready with you.”

“Perfect, it’s a date.”

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You couldn’t lie and say it didn’t hurt when you noticed that Shawn had been a little more distant with you in the past week. Your texts sat on delivered for longer, you were no longer going over to his room after every lecture due to him “being busy”, and the nightly FaceTime calls were no longer nightly. You blamed it on hockey practices piling up and finals getting closer but in reality, you knew that wasn’t the case. There was only a week until finals, and therefore the Winter Ball, when you finally ran into Shawn again on your way to a class, very obviously catching him off guard. “Hey, long time no see.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. I’ve been really busy lately,” he told you, but you knew him long enough to tell that the way his eyes wouldn’t maintain contact with you was a telltale sign that there was more to the story.

“Don’t worry about it, just miss you is all. Did you find a date yet for the ball?”

“Oh yeah, I asked Jessica like you told me to.”

“That’s great! Are you doing anything later today?”

“Uh, I don’t know…”

“I’m going dress shopping for the Winter Ball if you want to come with me like you always do.”

“Uh…”

“Come on, Shawn, you’re not going to break tradition are you?”

He desperately wanted to respond with, “You already broke a tradition by ditching me without warning and going with Grant,” but he bit his tongue. “Sure,” he replied with a heavy heart, “I’d love to help you pick out a dress.”

“Yay! Why don’t we go right after class?”

“Ok, I can pick you up at three?”

“Sounds good. I’ll see you later, Mendes!” You left a searing kiss on his cheek before rushing off to class, leaving him staring after you longingly.

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“Any ideas on what you want?” Shawn trailed behind you like a lost puppy as you skimmed your way through the many clothing racks.

“Not really. Just want something that says ‘Please don’t regret inviting me. I swear I’m a good choice.’”

He couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped his lips, “I don’t think you need a dress for that. You do that by yourself.”

You bit your lip to contain your smile, “Thank you, but I don’t know if everyone feels that way.”

“Well they should,” he mumbled, his fingers mulling over the beautiful items of clothing. A deep maroon, velvet dress caught his eye immediately and he pulled it out, examining it carefully before nodding his head, “Try this one on.”

“Hm,” you turned to look at him as he studied the dress, “Oh, that’s gorgeous. I’ll try it on if you want me to.”

He nodded his head before turning back to the dresses silently, not making any other comments as you looked around. Once you were satisfied with the dresses in your arms, you headed towards the dressing rooms, looking both ways to ensure that no one was around before pulling Shawn into one with you. He turned around as you changed; sure he had seen you in bikinis before and you were both sure that on more than one occasion when you were drunk that you had both changed in front of one another, but he still had enough respect for you to turn around whilst you put the first dress on.

The first one was a simple black dress with long sleeves that you thought would be nice for the cold climate that came with living in Canada and although it was flattering, it didn’t feel like anything special. You turned to Shawn with a sigh, “What do you think?”

Personally, from the second you told him to turn around, Shawn swore he had seen an angel. The way the dress hugged your curves had him twitching in his pants and he had to swallow thickly in an attempt to control his thoughts. “I, um, I mean you look beautiful. I like it.”

“Really?” you asked, admiring yourself in the mirror, “I don’t know, it just doesn’t feel special to me.”

“Why don’t you just come back to that one then. I think it’s really pretty on you.”

“Yeah, you’re right I’ll just do that.” Four dresses later and you still hadn’t found the dress for you. There was a dark green one that you didn’t feel complimented your skin tone well enough (Shawn begged to differ), a black one with a plunged neckline that went way too far down for your comfort zone (Shawn was glad he didn’t have to protest against that one, he didn’t particularly like the idea of all the drunk, disrespectful boys in the frat seeing that), another black one that went too far down your legs (even though Shawn argued that it would keep your legs warm), and a light blue one that didn’t really fit your feeling of winter (Shawn almost lost his mind when you had bent down in front of him in that one to pick up a loose string that had fallen off of it).

Finally, you had reached the dress Shawn had picked out for you, just as you were beginning to lose all hope of finding a dress. The moment you slipped it on you knew it felt different than the others: it fit you perfectly with a plunging neckline that showed just enough, the fabric wrapped along the middle to the bottom to accentuate your waist, your curves were shown in a way that it was flattering, but not too overwhelming, and the maroon color complimented your skin beautifully. You couldn't lie, Shawn had somehow managed to find the perfect dress for you. “Ok, you can turn around now.”

He slowly uncovered his eyes and faced his body towards you, his mouth immediately going dry at the sight of you. The combination of your body in the dress and the gorgeous smile on your face was kryptonite for him and he couldn’t help but wish even harder that he was the one who was lucky enough to be your date for the ball. He motioned you towards him, rubbing his fingers along the fabric of the dress in a way that sent your stomach flipping. “This the one?” he asked, looking up at you with bright doe eyes. You nodded slowly, watching him tug his bottom lip between his teeth. “Grant is very lucky to have you as his date, honey.”

You paused. The thought of Grant taking you to the ball instead of Shawn had completely escaped your mind and in that moment you regretted ever agreeing to changing your date this year. “Yeah, um, right, I hope he likes it.”

“If he has a brain in that head of his then there’s no doubt he’s going to be blown away by you.” He gave a gentle smile your way before tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear and tapping your hip lightly, “Now go and get changed so we can go cash out.”

You nodded your head as he turned back around, silently smacking yourself in the face for the sudden butterflies that were forming in your stomach. Since when did he have such an effect on you? And why was he doing it so easily?

The moment you got to the cash register, he immediately pushed you out of the way and gave his credit card to the cashier before you could even pull out your wallet. “Shawn, why did you pay for that? I was going to…”

“Calm down, honey,” he laughed at your outburst as he opened the car door for you, “Think of it as an apology gift for me not hanging out with you as much as I usually do this week.”

“But…”

“No buts, it’s already done.” The car engine roared to life and all you could think about while you sat in the passenger seat of his car was how you were going to be wearing a dress that not only did Shawn pick out, but also bought for you while you had to act like you weren’t constantly thinking about him as you stood next to Grant the whole night. Shawn had made sure that you were completely and utterly screwed.

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“Are you almost done?” you heard Shawn’s impatient call from your bedroom. You were living in a larger suite with a bunch of other girls so you were lucky enough to have your own bathroom attached to your room. Shawn had gotten ready in the bathroom before you but you refused to look at him until you were finished as well, not wanting to ruin the surprise. So he sat out there waiting for you while you fixed your hair and makeup relentlessly, watching the time pass by ever so slowly.

“Give me one more second!” you called out to him, adjusting one final strand of hair. You checked your makeup one last time before opening the door, revealing yourself to a Shawn who was sat perched on the end of the bed, phone in hand.

He looked up at the sound of the door opening, his mouth dropping open ever so slightly, “Damn, you look just perfect.”

You willed the heat in your cheeks to go away, “Thank you. You don’t look half as bad yourself. Quite dashing if I say so.” It was true, he was wearing a simple black button up with black dress pants that fit to his thighs perfectly as he stood up in front of you. His outfit shouldn’t have looked as attractive to you as it did, maybe it was something about the way he had the top few buttons open to reveal the small amount of chest hair he was currently sporting or the way his hair was styled to perfection with your favorite curl hanging out in front, but your heart couldn’t stop fluttering at the sight of him. And then it dropped the moment you realized that you weren’t the girl that got to walk hand in hand with him that night.

“Before we go I have something for you.” Shawn turned towards his bag where he pulled out one single rose for you, “I know I’m not your date this year, but it felt wrong to break tradition. Besides, needed to make sure a beautiful girl like you got a flower in case Grant dropped the ball.”

You were suddenly extremely aware of how close he was to you, his nose almost touching yours. His eyes flickered to your lips for a brief moment, so fast that you couldn’t even tell by the way you were so focused on his breath hitting your lips. “Thank you,” you whispered, “You shouldn’t have.”

“I definitely should have.” His eyes went to your lips once again, this time letting them linger slightly longer so you got the hint. Your hands were trapped holding the rose against his chest as his hands ghosted over your hips, fingertips teasing the fabric of your dress. Shawn tilted his head ever so slowly, nudging your nose with his until your lips parted with a breath.

The sound of your phone ringing broke the two of you apart in a hurry as though you were both afraid of being caught. You scrambled away from him, heading to your dresser to grab a hold of your phone, Grant’s name lighting up the screen making the guilt in your stomach grow. “Hey, Grant, what’s up?”

“Hey are you going to be here soon?” his voice filled your ear.

“Yeah, I’m leaving right now.”

“Perfect, can’t wait to see you.”

“Can’t wait to see you either,” your voice came out soft before you ended the call, bringing your phone down slowly to face Shawn. He had the same conflicted look in his eyes that you couldn’t decipher as he held eye contact with you.

He let out a deep sigh, picking up his bag that was on the floor, “We should probably go.”

“You’re right,” you agreed, but made no move to head towards the door.

Shawn came over to you, placing his hands in his pockets. “Grant’s waiting for you.” You nodded your head. “Jessica’s waiting for me.” You nodded once again. He let out another sigh, putting a soft hand on your cheek and a kiss to your hair, “We need to go.” You watched as he walked towards the door, looking back at you once he reached the doorway, and you had no choice but to follow suit.

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Oh my god, I almost kissed Shawn. We almost kissed and we would’ve kissed if Grant hadn’t called me. Oh my god Grant. Why didn’t I think of Grant when I was with Shawn? Shawn’s my best friend, I can’t like him like that. Does he like me like that? Can you imagine if he liked me like that?

“We’re here.” You looked over at Shawn who hadn’t uttered a single word to you the entire way here and was already proceeding to get out of the car without you. The door slammed shut and you winced, not understanding why he was so angry about what happened. Did he really want to kiss you that bad? Your heart couldn’t help but beat faster at the thought of him wanting to kiss you, but you willed it away, instead choosing to clamer out of the car after Shawn and attempt to focus your thoughts on Grant who was without a doubt waiting behind that door for you.

“Shawn, wait up!” you called out as you ran after him, almost catching up to him as he reached the top of the steps before your heel got caught on the step and sent you tumbling forward. The second a squeal left your lips, Shawn’s arms were already around you, effectively saving you from a face plant on the concrete. You looked at him breathlessly, trying to compose yourself after what felt like a near death experience, “Thank you.”

“Are you alright?” he asked, concern evident in his eyes. Even when he was combating his emotions he still cared so deeply about you.

“Yeah I’m fine. I wouldn’t be if it wasn’t for you though…”

“Y/n, there you are!” Grant opened the door, with a wide grin on his face, but upon noticing the position you and Shawn were in, his brows furrowed, “Are you two ok?”

“What?” you looked between the two of you, “Oh, we’re perfect. Just took a little tumble up the stairs is all.” Shawn pulled you up with an arm around your waist until you were stable on your feet before immediately retracting as though you were made of fire.

“Thanks for saving her man,” Grant told him, clapping his shoulder as he snaked an arm around your waist, “Jessica’s been asking about you in there by the way. Told her you’d find her when you got here.”

“Right, thanks.” Shawn awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck before excusing himself to push past the two of you into the house.

Grant leaned in closer to you as you both watched Shawn leave, “Is he alright?”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t worry about him,” you reassured him, “Why don’t we get something to drink?”

“Sounds perfect.” Grant took your hand softly into his, leaving a light kiss to your cheek and leading you into the noisy house.

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It had been hours since you arrived at the loud, people filled house. You had barely seen Shawn the whole night; you thought you might have seen him and Jessica making out in a corner at one point, but the multi-color lights in the house didn’t exactly make picking people out of the crowd as easy as it usually was. You had spent the entire night with Grant attached to your hip, whether it was while you were getting a drink, talking to friends, or dancing, he was always right by your side. His hands were currently on your hips, chest pressed to your back and peppering gentle kisses to your exposed neck as you swayed in rhythm to the beat of the song blaring through the speakers. The two of you hadn’t kissed yet, but with the way the drinks were affecting you, you doubt that statement would stay true for long. You were nursing your almost empty drink, the description of the contents long forgotten, all you knew was that your body had a nice tingly sensation running through it and your head was feeling just foggy enough that you knew exactly what you were doing, but you were willing to make some decisions you definitely wouldn’t make sober. Grant pressed a longer kiss to the back of your ear before whispering into it, “Stay here. I’m just going to run to the bathroom.”

You nodded your head in his direction, taking the time to look around at the people around you. After waiting a few minutes for his return, you became bored and took it upon yourself to get yourself a new drink. You had been here enough that even drunk you knew your way to the kitchen so you easily maneuvered through the clusters of couples until you pushed open one of the entrances to the kitchen. No matter how much you desperately wished you couldn’t recognize the brown haired boy that was in there with you, there was no amount of alcohol that could make you forget his defining features. At the sound of the door closing, his head perked up to look at you and you became painfully aware of how the two of you were the only ones in there as you stared into his honey colored eyes. “Hey,” you breathed out, stepping closer until you were practically shoulder to shoulder with him.

“Hey,” he bumped your shoulder with his, “Long time no see.”

The loopy smile he gave you told you that he was also feeling the alcohol, but probably only as much as you; the man knew how to hold his drinks. “Whatcha doing in here?”

“Told Jessica I’d get the both of us something more to drink,” he motioned to the two cups in front of him, “What about you? Where’s Grant?”

“Bathroom,” you replied, leaning back onto the counter, “I got bored waiting for him out there.”

You lifted up Shawn’s hand that was resting next to you and began tracing the pattern on his fingertips. “What are you doing, love?” he laughed, the pet name slipping out as they usually did when he had some alcohol in his system.

“Playing with your hand.” You locked hands with him while he moved in front of you to make it all the more easier for you to continue your task. His large body trapped you against the counter, but you hardly noticed until his breath fanning over your face tore your attention away from his hand. “You’re very handsome you know,” you smiled, releasing his hand to run your finger over the light scar on his face, “So pretty.”

He let out a breathy laugh as he moved his now free hand to the counter to fully lock you in between his body, “That’s funny coming from someone who looks like those goddesses we used to learn about in school.”

“I don’t look like a goddess…” your voice trailed off, too occupied with outlining the features of his face.

“Yeah you do. Look like the prettiest one...what was her name again?” He smirked down at you, knowing Greek mythology used to be one of your favorite topics in school.

“Aphrodite?”

“Mhm, that’s the one. Swear you’re a real life Aphrodite.” He moved in closer to you, brown eyes boring into you and forcing your gaze back into them. He heard your breath catch in your throat as his nose touched yours, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing...you’re just close is all.”

“I am close,” he whispered, biting his lip when he felt the hand you had on his jaw move to his neck. “Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“What would you do if I kiss you right now?”

Your wide eyes batted up at him innocently from where he was towering over you, your heart absolutely racing, “I’d kiss you back.”

And with that his lips connected to yours feverishly, his body pressing to yours harder. His lips were soft and you could taste the alcohol from whatever drink he had been sipping on before that made him intoxicating. He licked tentatively over your bottom lip, practically groaning into your mouth when you immediately opened up for him. You tasted so sweet to him, so sweet that he swore he could easily become addicted to your taste. He pulled your bottom lip between his teeth, eliciting a soft moan from you that made his grip on the counter tighten and his hips push against yours harder. You could feel a bulge pressing against your lower stomach and you couldn’t help letting out another moan that Shawn eagerly swallowed into a kiss. Pulling him closer to you by his hair, he took that as a sign to thread his right hand through the base of your hair, the other hand reaching down to harshly pull your leg around his hip. Your hips bucked against his as his tongue fought yours for dominance that you easily gave him.

Just as his hand was about to run up your thigh, the door to the kitchen burst open and Shawn swiftly moved completely away from you and back in front of the drinks he had originally come in for. You almost whined at the sudden lack of content, but the look of shock on the stranger’s face shut you up. It only took one look at your wide eyes and swollen lips and the sudden wrinkles in Shawn’s shirt for them to hastily exit the room with an apology spilling from their lips.

The second they were gone you made your way back to Shawn, who was breathing heavily as he stared at the counter. You placed your hand on his chin, bringing his face back to you. Using your thumb to swipe at a rogue smudge of lipstick that had transferred onto him, you looked at him carefully, swallowing thickly when he placed a gentle kiss to the pad of your finger. You looked him in the eyes for the first time since your heated moment and while you could only see what you believed to be lust in his eyes, he saw yours change from lust to fear and to what finally made his heart drop: regret. “Oh my god,” you breathed out, successfully dodging Shawn’s attempt to grab your arm.

“Y/n wait!”

“I’m sorry, Shawn.”

“Please!” was the last thing you heard before you shut the door to the kitchen and rushed through the crowd of people. Your breathing was becoming erratic the deeper into your thoughts you got until you felt you were on the verge of a panic attack with no one to save you.

“There you are,” Grant sighed relieved, causing you to jump when his hand wrapped around your arm, “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“Sorry, I was bumped around in the crowd and got lost trying to find you again,” you lied, trying to avoid his eyes.

“That’s alright, I’m just glad you’re here,” he smiled at you, his brows furrowing while his hand came up to your lips, “Hold on your lipstick is a little smudged.”

Your eyes grew ten times wider, “Um, I think I must have just messed it up while I was drinking or something.”

“Ok, do you want to go dance again?”

“Yeah, uh, that sounds great…” your eyes met a frantic Shawn’s as he searched for you in the crowd, “You know what, I actually think I’m going to go home.”

“What?” Grant asked, confused as he followed you through the people.

“I just don’t feel good all of a sudden, it has nothing to do with you I swear. You’re amazing, I just need to go.”

“Stay here overnight, don’t go home.”

“Grant, I don’t feel well.”

“I know, I don’t want that. I mean you’re gorgeous and everything, but if you’re not feeling well then obviously not. It’s just, I’m not in the right mindset to drive, it’s frigid out there, and a drunk girl all alone in an uber sounds like a horrible idea. So why don’t you just stay? I’ll sleep on the floor so you can sleep in my bed.”

“I don’t know…”

“Please, I just want you to be safe.”

Your eyes lingered over to wear Shawn was still watching you, this time with Jessica in front of him, obviously trying to get his attention onto her. “You know what...sure. I’ll stay.”

A bright smile formed on Grant’s face, “Perfect, let’s get you all settled then.” He grabbed your hand and led you up the stairs toward his room, Shawn’s eyes following you with a heavy heart.

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The next morning you bumped into Shawn in the hallway as you were exiting Grant’s room wearing his clothes he had let you borrow to sleep in for the night. Neither of you said a word as you silently made your way past him and down the stairs towards Grant’s car while Grant came strolling out of his room with his classic smile on his face, having no clue how heart broken Shawn felt when he gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder.

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It had been a week since you last spoke to Shawn. Not a single message or interaction between the two of you. You didn’t know what you would say if you even had approached him, but you hadn’t gotten the chance to find out. Having to pack up your dorm for the semester gave you an excuse for not talking and a way to busy yourself to get your mind off of him. But no matter what you did Shawn Mendes was still hanging in the back of your mind, taunting you with replays of different moments with him over and over again. You were lucky that this time you hadn’t been planning on driving back home with him so you didn’t have to face him on the hours long drive back, though you knew that didn’t mean you wouldn’t be seeing him at some point upon your arrival. All these thoughts were swimming through your head as you pulled into your parent’s driveway, immediately being met with a swarm of greetings from your family. You seemed to have arrived before Shawn, which you felt incredibly fortunate for as you were ushered into the house.

You didn’t see Shawn the whole first week you were there either, no matter how much your heart ached for him. You found yourself more often than not wondering what he was doing just next door and if he was thinking about you too or if you had already become something unattainable and therefore not worth his time. Even though you knew he wasn’t that type of person, the little devil on your shoulder kept telling you that he wanted nothing to do with you anymore.

Christmas Eve you were tucked into your bed, soft breaths coming from your mouth. The snow was coming down in light, fluffy flakes, just enough that it was the pretty white Christmas you always loved without the terrible snow storm you couldn’t stand. The first knock on your window sounded like the wind, but the second one was unmistakable, abruptly pulling you from your sleep and to the window. A gasp escaped your lips when you saw Shawn’s face staring back at you and you hurried to open your window for him. “Thank god,” he chuckled, “It’s freezing out there.” Shawn had been climbing up the side of your house to reach your room since you were young, so it truly should have been no surprise to you that he was scaling it in the snow.

“What do you want, Shawn?” you sighed, already making your way back into bed as he followed you, “It’s two in the morning.”

“That it is,” he agreed, “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” you turned to face him, eyes only opening slightly in your sleepy haze.

He brushed a stray piece of hair out of your face, “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this.”

You shrugged his hand away, “Shut up.”

“It’s true,” he whispered with his hand still lingering on your face, “My little Aphrodite.”

Your eyes shot wide open, your senses suddenly wide awake, “What’d you just call me?”

“My little Aphrodite.”

You sat up next to him. “Ok, Shawn, what do you want? Why did you come here in the middle of the night on Christmas nonetheless?”

“Can’t I just say hello to my best friend?”

“You haven’t said hello to your best friend in two weeks so that’s not a good excuse.”

“Don’t say that like you haven’t been avoiding me either,” he chuckled darkly.

“I couldn’t face you, Shawn!” you choked out, eyes beginning to well up with tears as you scooted away from him, “I couldn’t, not after....not after that night.”

There was a heavy silence for a moment before Shawn spoke harshly, “Why’d you hook up with Grant that night?”

“What?”

“Why��d you hook up with Grant?”

“I didn’t hook up with Grant,” you spat out, “Why would you even think that?”

“You really expect me to believe that after I saw you not only go upstairs with him, but also leave his room the next morning wearing his clothes!”

“I do expect you to believe it because nothing happened! I wanted to leave after what happened because I didn’t want to be in the same room as you anymore and he offered me a place to stay since it was cold and I was drunk. Nothing. Happened.”

“You didn’t want to be in the same room as me? Wow.” He shook his head, leaning back against your headboard on the other side of the bed, “One second I have your leg around me, moaning in my mouth, and the next you’re leaving me without an explanation and now you’re going to tell me you couldn’t stand to be in the same room as me?!”

“You don’t understand…”

“What don’t I understand?!”

“I couldn’t be in the same room with you after I realized something…”

“What did you realize, huh? What was so groundbreaking that you couldn’t even stand to see me?”

“That I was freaking in love with you!” Your mouth hung open. You had mulled over the thought of loving Shawn in the weeks you were apart, but you dismissed it every time, not believing you could have allowed yourself to fall in love with your best friend. Shawn stared at you with bated breath, his silence slowly killing you from the inside.

Just as you were about to hide under your blanket in embarrassment, you felt something warm covering your mouth and a hand in your hair, his lips moving softly on yours. You sighed into his mouth, wrapping your arms around him eagerly to let him push you back onto your bed. He hovered on top of you, holding you close to him as he kissed you with every ounce of passion inside of him, stealing your breath away completely. His kisses were gentle, but still heavy with emotion. He parted from you to let you both catch your breaths, placing light kisses to your cheeks. “I am so in love with you, Y/n. You have no idea.”

He left one last searing kiss on your lips before pulling away and leaning off the bed to retrieve a small wrapped box. “I got you something for Christmas.”

You gingerly took the small box in your hand, carefully pulling off the paper to reveal a small black box. You looked up at him with curious eyes, but he only nodded his head for you to continue, placing a gentle hand on your thigh. Opening the box, a beautiful silver dove charm was revealed to you on a necklace, the light of your room catching off of it making it shine. “Shawn…” you breathed out, “it’s gorgeous.”

“It’s a dove. You know, the symbol of Aphrodite,” he smiled at you nervously, “Do you like it?”

“Of course, I love it. Put it on for me?”

Shawn pulled your back into his chest and brushed your hair out of the way to place the delicate necklace around you. Once the necklace was clasped, he left the softest of kisses to your shoulder. “There you go. Perfect for my little Aphrodite.”

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So Good to Me

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Warning: Mentions of alcohol, heavy drinking, drunkenness, mention of piss play (just banter, nothing actually happens), handjobs, voyeurism, exhibitionism, unmentioned but obvious praise kink, Binnie is a subby baby boy, blowjob, ass play and fingering (male receiving), oral and fingering (gender neutral receiving), no condom (condoms are boring in smut but, as always, Practice Safe Sex!).

A/N: hey, I’m back with another self-indulgent fic, surprise surprise! it’s my ult of ults birthday so imma do what I want, leave me alone! but uh yeah, here’s some subby baby boy Binnie to get you through your day ;) and the biggest ‘Happy Birthday’ to the boy that ultimately has my heart ❤❤❤❤❤ I love you to the moon and back, darling! oki, you can enjoy now hehe

My Koala 🐨💛: We're going out tonight

You: "Out" as in out to a club to drink and dance until the wee hours of the morning?

My Koala 🐨💛: What else would I mean??

My Koala 🐨💛: I can feel you rolling your eyes… what?

You: It's just...do you want to wake up with a hangover on your birthday?

My Koala 🐨💛: Eh, I'll be fine. We're all chilling tomorrow anyway, so I'll be close to aspirin and something to puke in at all times. It's a win-win!!

You: If you say so!

My Koala 🐨💛: I do say so.

My Koala 🐨💛: Why do you keep rolling your eyes at me?? 😤

You: Lol you have some kind of sixth sense or something?

My Koala 🐨💛: Yes one especially for eye-rolling

My Koala 🐨💛: Now be here at eight sharp, or we're leaving without youuuu

You: Leaving without me, my ass! Half of y'all won't even be ready by eight sharp! I'd bet money on it, but I'm not going to on the off chance I lose because I am not paying you on your birthday or the day before for that matter!

My Koala 🐨💛: Would you pay me if I gave you a lap dance?? 👀👀👀

You: WTF why am I even friends with you?! 😂😂😂

My Koala 🐨💛: Shut up you love me 😏

You: mhmm see you at 8

Cheeks burning at Changbin's blatant offer, you locked your phone and went to your closet to search for an outfit for the evening. The image in your head was far from innocent which somehow ended up influencing the articles of clothing you pulled out, a rather raunchy ensemble laid out on your bed only moments later.

Good grief, it's like I'm applying for a job as a stripper at the club! What has gotten into me?!

Shaking the thoughts from your head, you quickly shoved the offending materials onto the floor and restarted your search. After all, you were just going out with your friends to celebrate your best friend's birthday. No one was setting out to get laid or go home with anyone. Just good, clean (lol not) fun with friends! Nothing to worry about.

The outfit you ended up with was much more modest and less *cough* suggestive than what had originally laid out on your bed. You still felt and looked good, which, like the gentlemen they are, the boys were happy to shower you with compliments when you arrived at the dorm at 8 on the dot. Surprisingly, all but Felix and Jisung were ready to head out when you got there — something about Felix trying to perfect his makeup and Jisung not being able to find the particular pair of jeans he swore he just had to wear. He must have found them faster than expected because moments after you showed up, he ran out of his room screaming "Let's go! I wanna go get druuuuunk!" You shook your head and couldn't help but laugh when you noticed Chan's almost pained expression.

"Wait for me!" A quiet, sing-song floated from the bathroom before Felix strutted into the living room where everyone was gathered. He gasped and scurried over to you, making you twirl for him while he fawned over you, "You look amazing! I love your hair like that, it shows off your features so well!"

"Me?" You practically yelled, "Lixie, you look stunning! I should've had you do my makeup!" His cheeks rosied as you pouted slightly, a bashful smile curving his tinted lips.

"Next time! Besides, you don't need it one bit!" He booped your nose gently as he offered you the hidden compliment, and you scoffed before giggling sweetly.

"Oh, and you do?" You retaliated, adjusting a strand of his hair before softly tracing your fingertips over one of his cheekbones, marveling at his smooth skin and precious freckles, "I love when you let your constellations shine. You're so pretty, Lixie!" The small amount of blush Felix had applied to his cheeks only served to make his natural flush more evident. He shied away from your hand as you both giggled together.

"Alright, lovebirds!" Jisung shouted as he ushered Felix toward the door, "We've got a club to get to!"

"And a birthday to celebrate!" You added in, turning your attention to Changbin to jump on his back unexpectedly, "Hey there, birthday boy!" You softened your voice so as not to scream in his ear, and placed a sloppy kiss on his cheek as he chuckled and gripped your legs to properly carry you. "Let's go!" You pumped your fist toward the door and cheers erupted from your little group as you set out for the night.

Starting off the night with multiple rounds of shots the moment you stepped foot into the club might not have been the best idea, but apparently some of the boys needed to loosen up before you all huddled together on the dance floor and jumped around enthusiastically to the pounding music that filled the stuffy room. Eventually, mini groups and duos broke off to dance separately and you soon found yourself moving to the beat with Felix's hands resting on your hips and your arms draped over his shoulders, giggling together under the strobe lights.

A few songs passed and you felt a pair of eyes burning a hole in the back of your head. "I'm not sure if it's the lights or not but Bin is looking a little green…" Felix suddenly joked, laughing lightly. He noticed the concern wash over your face as you worried about your best friend getting sick so early on and swiftly quelled your fears, "Green with envy." He clarified. Your eyes widened comically at his statement and you couldn’t hide your surprise.

“Binnie's jealous? Of who?" He chuckled and shook his head, leaning forward to mumble in your ear.

"Why don't you go ask him yourself?" The wink he gave you when he pulled back was what really caught you off guard. Everyone knew that your close friendship with Felix was strictly platonic, or at least you thought everyone knew. On the other hand, your minor (read: major) crush on Changbin wasn't common knowledge, or at least you hoped it wasn't, but by the look in Felix's eyes, something told you that you hadn't kept your secret well enough concealed. Instead of completely giving yourself away, you shrugged as nonchalantly as you could and muttered something about getting another drink before heading off, directly towards Changbin, who just so happened to be on your way to the bar.

"Binnie! I'm gonna get another drink! Come with me!" The expression on his face was sour but it softened dramatically when you cutely tugged on his arm. He didn't have a chance to protest before you were yanking him along with you. Finding a space at the bar, Bin stood next to you as you hopped up on an empty stool and waved the bartender over. You ordered something strong but refreshing since the packed bodies caused the humidity inside the building to be sky-high, while Changbin got a refill on his own drink, "You didn't think I was going to spend the whole night dancing with Lix, did you?" You teased your best friend when you noticed he was a little more sulky than usual.

"You," he paused and switched his weight to the opposite foot. "You looked like you were having fun."

"We were! But I got thirsty!" You hummed in response, while reaching for your drink. Holding up your glass, the liquid swirled gently, ice cubes tinkling sharply. "Not to mention, I wanted to see what the birthday boy was up to. I was missing my best friend a little, too, if I'm being honest." Changbin glanced up from where he had been staring into his glass, cheeks tinged pink and a smile slowly growing on his face.

“Missing your best friend, huh?"

"Yeah, have you seen him around? I saw a guy that looked like him, but he was far too sulky to be my best friend." You teased once more, snickering into your cup when Changbin immediately pouted. His face fell minutely and you quickly set your glass down on the bartop to take one of his hands in yours, "Oh, honey! Are you really not having a good time? We can always go home and watch movies and stuff ourselves with junk food if you'd rather do that. I don't want the birthday boy to be miserable!" You paused as Bin stared at you wide-eyed, mouth parted like he wanted to say something; when he didn't speak, you reached up to brush a few strands of hair out of his eyes and continued, "I want my best friend to have the time of his life."

“As long as I'm with you, I'm happy." Changbin's eyes were noticeably glassy and his smile soft. Heart fluttering a bit more wildly in your chest, you squeezed his hand.

"Are you sure you don't want to go home, Binnie? Whatever you want." He shook his head and smiled wider.

"Wanna stay here with you."

"In that case…” Your eyes glinted mischievously as you stood from your seat, "Dance with me." Changbin let himself be easily pulled along back towards the dance floor. Obvious and visible to everyone but you, he stumbled behind you like a puppy following his owner.

You drew him in close when you reached the center of the dance floor, laying the hand you held on your hip and guiding his other hand to your opposite side. He instinctively tugged you tighter into himself and you giggled as he began to mindlessly move with the music. Throwing your head back, you let yourself go, not noticing how Changbin was completely spell-bound by you, enamored with your every movement and utterly transfixed on you as a whole. You didn't hear him when he whispered, "This is exactly where I want to be. Always."

Hours later, your little group staggered through the door of the dorms, drunk off your asses and laughing hysterically at literally everything. Well, Chan was, well, emotional, to say the least, but he had all his friends to support him and cheer him up. You helped Seungmin (who was surprisingly on the less inebriated side of wasted, unlike most everyone else including yourself, but you were managing just fine) care for and tuck Chan into his bed. Between the two of you, you remembered to leave a trash pail near his bed along with aspirin and a big glass of water on his bedside table for when he woke up with his pretty much guaranteed killer hangover the next day. When you kissed his forehead, Chan, teary-eyed and sniffly, mumbled his thanks, "It'll be okay, sweetie. Get some sleep." He nodded cutely and snuggled into his pillow and within seconds, he was out like a light.

On your way to the living room, you heard Hyunjin whining from his own bed about needing something to cuddle while he slept. You happened to quite literally run into Jeongin who, by the look on his face, knew exactly what you were about to suggest. As you opened your mouth to speak, he held up his hand to stop you, "Alright, I'll go sacrifice myself. But if he ends up smothering me or strangling me in his sleep, just know I love you all."

"You're so dramatic!" You chuckled at the youngest as he turned towards Hyunjin's room, "Death by cuddles, what a way to go! Good luck, kiddo, and thanks for volunteering." The subtle smile over his features gave away the fact that he wouldn't mind 'sacrificing himself' one bit. Before heading for the couch, you took a detour to the kitchen for a glass of water, where, contrary to all expectations when walking into a kitchen at some ridiculously early hour of the morning, you found a body on the kitchen counter.

"Really, Minho?" You mumbled as you maneuvered around his foot that was hanging off one side. What was he doing? How did he manage to get himself up there and then promptly fall asleep—so many questions. All left unanswered since he was safe enough and you were too tired and not sober enough to care. So into the living room you went. Having lost Seungmin after you put Chan to bed, you were surprised to find him with Changbin and Felix, all snuggled up in a cuddle pile amongst various strewn about pillows and blankets on the floor in front of the couch. Felix let out a tired squeal when he spotted you and Seungmin pouted and made grabby hands while Changbin lazily smiled at you, clearly not even a minute away from nodding off. You giggled at the youngest, "I'll be there in a minute, Minnie." Crawling over a variety of bumps that could have been limbs or just pillows, you made your way over to Bin before he managed to fall asleep.

"Hey there, darlin'.” You breathed. He responded with blinking, droopy eyes, a sluggish smile still present over his doll lips, "It's way after midnight but I haven't had a chance to tell you yet." Changbin hummed and reached a hand out to touch your arm gently as you bent over him to whisper against his forehead, "Happy Birthday, Binnie,” where you pressed a sweet kiss. Bin sighed contentedly, eyes slipping closed as he subconsciously leaned into your touch, "Goodnight, birthday boy." By the time you had pulled away, he was already fast asleep. A few strands of hair had fallen in his eyes so you gently brushed them off his face as you admired his features fondly. Pulling yourself from the trance Bin had seemingly put you under, you carefully turned from his sleeping body to find Seungmin and Felix giving you looks. "What?" You asked defensively, honestly having forgotten they were even there. Seungmin sighed and shook his head and Felix just grinned.

"You kissed him wrong." Your incredulous expression caused him to snicker quietly, "Shoulda kissed him on the lips." Jaw dropping to the floor, you lunged for him.

"You better shut your mouth! I'll give you a kiss!" You taunted, grabbing his face and placing a big, wet kiss right on his cheek. He groaned and squirmed through his giggles. You pulled away and squished his chubby cheeks, "Cute! You're lucky you're cute."

"I second that," Seungmin agreed before whining and making grabby hands again. The three of you all cuddled around Bin, limbs thrown every which way despite being comfortable all close together, and let sleep overtake you. Seconds before you drifted into dreamland, you suddenly wondered where Jisung had gone off to. Apparently having wondered aloud, Felix grumbled a reply.

"Probably fell asleep in the bathtub or something. He's fine." You just chuckled fondly and shut your mind off, body quickly following.

Sunlight pouring in through the living room window eventually roused you from sleep, incessant pain immediately present behind your eyes as soon as you opened them, or, rather, struggled to pry them open. Faint groaning radiated from the blankets surrounding you and you honestly weren't sure if the sound was coming from you or from one of your sleeping companions, "Ugh, what time is it?" Seungmin mumbled before promptly being hit with something that sounded suspiciously like a medication bottle.

"Time for you to shut up and take some aspirin.” Came Minho's heavily annoyed voice from somewhere in the direction of the kitchen. You couldn't help but laugh, which hurt but that's beside the point, at him and the image of him sprawled out on the kitchen counter that you surprisingly vividly remembered from the night before.

"Sleep well, Min? I've heard kitchen counters don't really make the best beds, what do you think?" You teased, immediately shielding yourself just in case he decided to chuck something at you, too. He just grunted and grumbled under his breath, slinking out of the living room and away from the noise now that you and your little cuddle club were awake.

“Did he actually sleep on the countertop?" Seungmin asked, bewildered but chuckling quietly to himself and you shrugged.

"I don't know how long he stayed there, but he was out cold when I went to get a drink before I came in here last night." Felix erupted into a fit of giggles. You found yourself laying on his chest so his deep voice startled you slightly with its closeness.

"Somehow that doesn't surprise me." Seungmin had presumably taken the aspirin Minho so delicately provided him with and he resumed his previous position and snuggled up to your back, sighing comfortably. Your legs were entangled with Changbin's and you took a moment to notice how quiet he had been.

"Kinda quiet over there, bean. You in a lot of pain?" You nudged one of his legs with yours and Changbin let out a barely audible complaint, but by the look in his eye, you could tell he was already feeling a little left out so you untangled yourself from your companions, provoking whines and multiple protests, and crawled over to your best friend. Wrapping your arms around his torso and nuzzling into his chest, you squeezed him close and threw a leg over his, "Better?" Changbin sounded more than satisfied when he sighed and mumbled into your hair.

"Much." You giggled fondly under his weight as he pulled you in even tighter.

"Clingy baby." Felix and Seungmin whispered to each other for a few seconds before launching themselves over yours and Changbin's bodies, all four of you laughing and groaning interchangeably.

"Too loud!"

"I need pain relief!"

"I'm starving my ass off!"

"I'm making pancakes! Come help me!" Chan's voice floated in from the kitchen and you all dragged yourself towards the prospective food. Much to your amazement, Jisung was sitting on one of the chairs at the table so you took the opportunity to tackle him in a back hug.

"Hey, bud. We kinda lost track of you last night. Where'd you end up sleeping?" He laughed warmly and hugged your arms tighter to his chest.

"I'm pretty sure I fell asleep in the bathroom at first. I remember waking up in there at some point and then heading towards my room, but I must've passed out again before I got there because Chan found me slumped against a wall in the hallway when he came out to make breakfast." You, along with everyone else in the room, burst out laughing.

"Only you, Sungie. Only you," You teased him, gently rocking the two of you side to side. Jisung's cheeks reddened slightly but he just nodded and laughed along with you. Most everyone had varying degrees of hangovers but the group passed around the aspirin like the shots had been passed around the night before. Making breakfast was… to put it lightly, chaotic, but you all managed to formulate something edible and actually pretty decent. Breakfast in hand, your small group huddled around the TV to start the movie marathon that Bin had requested for his birthday.

You made it through two entire movies before some of the guys got antsy so video gaming was the next option to occupy the time. Vacillating between movies, board games, video games, and the occasional whining and competitive fighting, the day passed by rather quickly and soon, dinner time had come around. The birthday boy requested pizza, and a lot of it, so Chan ordered in and the meal arrived partway through another movie. Making it through the rest of that movie and another one, complaints of stuffed tummies and squawks of drink refill requests echoed throughout the living room, with bodies strewn about every which way and the infrequent snack wrapper or empty cup thrown at someone's head. Changbin was choosing the last movie of the night so Chan got everyone's attention, "Now's the time for bathroom breaks, drink refills and snack hoarding!"

"And if your name isn't Changbin, we aren't waiting for you before we play it!" Minho shouted at the scattering boys. You threw a mostly empty water bottle at the back of his skull.

“Don't be an ass, Min!" He just scowled at you as he rubbed the back of his head, prompting you to childishly stick your tongue out at him, "Your death glare doesn't work on me like it does on Hyunjin."

"Oh god!" Hyunjin shouted as he hesitantly trudged back into the room from grabbing a snack, “I heard my name. Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry!" Minho gave him a conniving sneer, which only served to frighten him more.

“No, you're fine," You reassured the younger before turning to the evil one, kicking towards him as best you could with a chair and a body or two separating you from him, "Stop scaring him, he already looks like he's going to piss himself out of fear!"

“Maybe I want him to…" Minho muttered under his breath. You gaped at him while Chan flailed and rapidly shook his head.

"No! No discussion of kinks in the living room!" Chuckles and giggles filled the room and Changbin feigned annoyance through his laugh, “I'm leaving before this gets any weirder." You watched him, slightly concerned that maybe he was finished for the night and heading off to his room but he noticed your gaze and mouthed "bathroom" to assuage your worries. Some of the others must have caught on because Jisung snorted.

"What, you aren't gonna follow him to the bathroom? Have a little fun?" Internally, you were flabbergasted, but on the outside, you were cool as a cucumber.

"Nah, I think I'll leave the piss play to Minho and Hyunjin, but thanks for the offer. I'm sure you'd love to join them though, huh Sungie? Have a little fun, hmm?" You taunted right back, the boys hooting and hollering around you at Jisung being given a taste of his own medicine, the young man's cheeks reddened deeply in embarrassment. Chan was exasperated. Disgruntled. Livid. Whatever you choose to call it, Chan was peeved and he just sat with his head in his hands for a moment. When he raised his head, however, you could tell he wasn't actually as angry as he led on, perhaps significantly amused despite his facade of heavy irritation.

"I said, no kink discussion in the living room…” He struggled to get through the sentence without laughing and by then Changbin had returned, having missed the entire ordeal.

"What'd I miss?" he asked, shuffling in.

“Immaturity." You stated quickly before anyone else could get a word in to explain. Bin shrugged and lumbered over to you, instantly dropping into your lap and koala-ing around you.

He spoke lowly in your ear, "My head still hurts but I'd rather stay here with everyone instead of going off on my own for the rest of the night. Is it ok if I just rest my eyes for a little bit, please?"

"Of course, Binnie! You know I never say no to your cuddles! You stay here as long as you like, sweetie." You smiled warmly as you glanced down at him and he hummed contentedly and snuggled into your shoulder.

"Thank you." You felt Bin shiver against you slightly and asked if Jeongin could toss you a blanket from the pile next to him. He obliged and you draped the soft fabric over both your bodies and nuzzled into your koala as Minho pressed play on the movie. The pattern of Bin's breathing changed faster than you expected but you held him close while you watched the movie. After a while, he started to whimper and squirm in your lap. To try to soothe him back to sleep, you threaded your fingers through his soft strands while your other hand traced designs on his back over his t-shirt but he continued to fidget and murmur. The possibility that he was just uncomfortable and still in pain crossed your mind so you asked him quietly.

"Do you need more pain medication? Or maybe some water or an ice pack or something, baby?" As soon as the word "baby" left your mouth, Changbin whined in your ear and desperately rolled his hips, his hard-on suddenly very evident against your thigh, “Oh, baby's needy." You thought you were quiet enough so that just Bin heard you, but you heard a muffled gasp from the other end of the couch. In the corner of the room away from prying eyes, you thought you and Changbin had a little privacy but apparently your couch companions, Felix and Jisung, could hear you clearly if you talked in anything above a whisper. Thankfully, no one else could hear you for the movie. Bin kept fussing and wiggling around so, opting to ignore the sharp inhale, you continued to speak so that just Felix and Jisung could hear you but pretended to not know they could, "Alright, baby. Use my thigh."

Changbin resituated himself and started to rut, breathy moans and sighs spilled from his lips directly into your ear. Moments later, Bin began to gently kiss at your neck and ear before whining, "Need more. Please. ’s not enough."

You hummed, pleased with his small show of affection and prompted him to ask properly, "What does baby need?"

"Touch me, please, I need it, please touch me…” He slurred, gripping onto the front of your shirt.

"Hmm, where?" You wanted to make him say it, wanted to hear how it would sound coming out of his mouth, how he would sound begging for it.

"My cock. Please touch my cock. Hurts." Changbin mewled. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Felix clamp a hand over Jisung's mouth, muffling the moan he let out at the words Bin had said. Covered by the blanket, you took your time reaching down to where Bin wanted you to touch.

"You're such a good boy for me, begging without being told to. And so obedient, too." Bin was sniveling discreetly, unable to sit still while he waited to be touched, but the second your hand dipped into his sweatpants and wrapped around his stiff, leaking cock, all efforts at being quiet went out the window. He let out a sinfully deep moan, music to your ears, but relievedly, it seemed to be only audible to those of you that were seated on the couch, since none of the other boys seemed to notice at all nor paid you any attention, "Now baby has to be quiet, unless baby wants everyone to hear what we're doing." Bin's grip on your shirt immediately tightened, mewling softly and he reached down with his other hand to grasp your forearm as you slowly worked his cock. You took that particular moment to finally glance over at Felix and Jisung, who both looked bug-eyed and beet red when you made eye contact.

View obstructed by Changbin and the blanket draped over the two boys' laps, you couldn't see anything but you had a hunch that those facial expressions were because they thought they had just been caught with their hands down each other's pants, mixed with a little guilt from watching and listening to you and Changbin. You winked at the two of them and shot them a sly smirk as you bent your neck a little further to kiss at Bin's ear and asked the whimpering boy, "Feel good, baby?" Changbin whined and nodded in response, rutting harder into the hand that was fisting his cock. Maintaining eye contact with the two boys at the other end of the couch, you questioned Bin again, "Are you close?" Jisung nodded in answer to the question that wasn't even directed at him and you successfully resisted the urge to laugh or even smile.

Bin nodded vigorously against your shoulder and whimpered into your neck, "Yes, yes, I'm so close… Please, I need it, please, let me cum, I need to cum, please."

"Such a good boy for me!" You praised Changbin lovingly, and watched as Felix's brows drew together in pleasure and he dropped his head back against the couch, huffing out an almost silent groan, "Cum for me, baby." The noise Jisung let out when he came was somewhat odd and jarring, but no one paid him any mind considering random, bizarre noises weren't anything out of the ordinary. Felix managed to stifle his own groan with his free hand when he released. Bin, however, shuddered in your arms, silently biting his lip as waves of pleasure washed over him and he came hard, covering your hand in white and dirtying his briefs. You worked him through it, squeezing the head of his cock to milk out the last few drops as he twitched in oversensitivity. Once he had come down from his high, Changbin whispered a sweet "thank you" in your ear before placing a lazy, open-mouthed kiss on your jawline and immediately passed out from exhaustion. How you got three boys to successfully cum on command, you have no idea but, needless to say, it was a major confidence boost. You glanced back over at Jisung and Felix, who both looked nervous again, and chuckled under your breath, "We never have to speak of this if you get me something to clean my hand." Jisung nodded, dumbfounded, and got up too quickly – his feet became tangled in the blanket and down he went, ending up partially sprawled out over Jeongin's outstretched leg and the floor. Thankfully, both he and Felix had the forethought to tuck themselves back in before Jisung got up.

He sprang to his feet before Jeongin even had a chance to complain and whisper-shouted, "My nose is running," as a cover-up. When Jisung returned seconds later with a giant handful of tissues, Jeongin mumbled something about drowning in his own snot, but the older ignored him and made a show of wiping at his nose before discreetly passing the rest on to you and Felix. Credits eventually started to roll on the screen and some of the boys were stretching and yawning by then. You took the opportunity to gently rouse Bin, checking to see if he was feeling better and wanted to watch another movie or if he was headed off to bed for the night. He shuffled out of your lap and, in his baby voice, he giggled, "’m sticky." Changbin then took the blanket that had been draped over the two of you and wrapped it around himself like a cape.

The majority of the boys gave him funny looks at his comment but you laughed and provided an explanation, "You're like a furnace when you sleep and we had a blanket on so yeah, it's a little clammy to say the least." You received shrugs and nods in response, along with a few members echoing how warm Changbin gets when he sleeps.

Said boy's cheeks tinged pink and he chuckled softly, "Well, I might go sleep off the rest of this hangover even though it's still early. You guys can keep watching movies if you want, I don't mind." As you and the boys bid him goodnight and wished him a happy birthday again, he gave everyone a warm smile and waddled off to his room.

You silently hoped the rest of the boys would head to bed, too, since your bed was the couch and you really wanted to get off, wound up from the whimpering boy in your lap only moments before. Much to your dismay, the boys started to argue about what movie to watch next but Felix seemed to sense your restlessness and elbowed you. Turning to face him and Jisung, you couldn't hide the blush on your cheeks when images from before popped into your head. They looked like they felt similarly and almost like he read your mind, Jisung asked, "I got you tissues so we don't have to talk about this, right?"

You snorted, "Then why are you bringing it up?" He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and shrugged, trying to come up with an excuse but he just stuttered out random syllables. Felix giggled and you opened your mouth to poke fun at him but he held up a hand to silence you.

"Now's not a good time to bring up the fact that I have a 'good boy' kink, so don't say anything!"

Chan apparently suddenly acquired superhuman hearing, having jolted upright from lounging on the floor and pointed an accusatory finger at the three of you, "Hey, I said earlier, no kink discussion in the living room!" You, Felix, and Jisung all looked at each other before busting out laughing, figuring Chan had been completely unaware of all that had just gone down during the previous movie.

"Ah, blissful ignorance!" you quipped, nudging Felix in the side as you continued to laugh and Chan continued to give you the stink eye from across the room.

"Don't think I don't know what you all are up to!" The oldest chided, "I'm surprised you haven't run off to Changbin yet, considering what you two got up to during the movie." You blanched. Felix stiffened beside you when Chan continued, "And you two. Well, we're all kinda used to you by now but -"

"Get a room!" Minho shouted at the ceiling, body draped over a chair in what looked like a very uncomfortable position (but so is sleeping on the kitchen countertop, so to each their own).

You risked another glance at your couch companions but Lix just smirked and said, “I'm rooming with him tonight." He shrugged his shoulder in the direction of Jisung, "My bed's free, not that you'll need it. Have fun!" He winked and grabbed Jisung by the wrist to drag him off to the older's bedroom.

“Don't keep Hyunjin up all night!" You teased as they began to walk off. Hyunjin, sat in a chair on the opposite side of the room, scoffed.

"I'm sleeping out here since now you're not."

"Don't let him fool you, he usually keeps us up all night!" Felix taunted back and Hyunjin just looked scandalized.

"Welp…” You tried and failed to act casual as you stood from the couch. "I'm uhh…"

Minho sighed overdramatically. "Don't worry, we're gonna blast this movie and then next one. For our own sake.” He added.

Standing in front of Changbin's bedroom door, you debated with yourself for several moments whether or not to knock first or to just slip in quietly. You ended up just walking in, figuring it was safe considering what had just transpired on the couch earlier. Bin was lounging on his bed, lying slightly on his side facing away from the door, attention focused on his phone. He most likely figured it was his roommate, Felix, walking in so he didn't make an attempt to look up. You moved to close the door, leaning your back gently against it until you heard the soft click.

"Hey," your voice was weak but strong enough to break the silence, somewhat startling to Bin, if his tiny jump was anything to go by. His head snapped over to look at you, eyes wide and uncertain, and mindlessly dropped the phone on the bed next to him. You offered him an easy smile to reassure him you weren't upset and he swung his legs over to sit at the edge of the bed.

"Umm, hi..." Changbin hesitated. He twiddled his thumbs, glancing around the room as he tried to explain himself, "I'm uhh… I'm sorry. About earlier. I tend to just… drop." He shrugged, "It doesn't happen very often. Not really sure why it happens now that I think about it… but yeah, sorry." You smiled warmly as you watched his blush deepen from a barely there pink to a sweet cherry red. Bin continued to avoid your gaze as you inched closer to him.

"Why are you apologizing, baby?" He visibly gulped as you kneeled on the bed between his thick thighs and nudged his cock gently, smirking at his nervousness, "I was going to punish you for cumming in your pants like a teenage boy…" you started and Changbin finally looked up, a little dazed. "But you were so good for me." You glanced at the clock on his bedside table, "It's not midnight yet. Do you still want your gift?" Bin nodded enthusiastically, which urged your smirk to widen and the powerful feeling in your chest bloomed bigger.

Lifting his chin up with one finger, you leaned in close, close enough for him to feel your breath dancing over his lips but not close enough to taste. "Let's see…" you paused, pulling away to trail your finger down to the center of his chest and push him back on the bed. "How many times…" you continued, immediately shoving his hoodie up and dragging your nails down his toned stomach before your fingertips dipped under the waistband of his sweatpants, your palm resting directly over his cock. "… I can make you cum before the clock strikes 12:01, shall we?" Changbin was propped up on one arm, lust-blown pupils closely following your every move as you tugged his sweatpants down just a few inches to expose the band of his briefs before stopping to make eye contact, "Answer me, baby. I need to know if you want this."

"Please…" He whispered, eyes imploring and desperate, hands already gripping tightly at the sheets on either side of him. You smiled minutely as he lifted his hips for you to drag his pants off completely. Bin instinctively spread his legs wider and relaxed them, his knees falling out to the sides when you crouched down. You took the opportunity to shove his right thigh up, tightly gripping a handful of flesh and squeezing, mesmerized, and tried to keep yourself from drooling over him.

"So pretty…" You breathed, not quite a whisper, but strained with desire. Your eyes followed the fingertips of your free hand as you traced the lines over his stomach before moving to gently squeeze at his side, thumb rubbing tender circles into his hip bone. Left hand unhurriedly trailing up his opposite side, you reached up to his chest to barely brush your fingertips over one his nipples but Bin reacted with a jolt, arching off the bed and he bit his lip to muffle a moan, "So sensitive.” You smirked to yourself, tweaking his nipple so that he let his voice out, whimpering sweetly, "That's it, let me hear you, baby."

Countless daydreams and nights spent longing for him and there he was with your hands on him, his eyes teary and begging for you, his body so responsive, and you couldn't help but feel that maybe you were just dreaming all over again, but Changbin whined softly and canted his hips, snapping you out of your reverie, and you met his eyes again. "Please…" He repeated his earlier plea as he wiggled around, trying to get you to touch him more.

"God." You practically whined yourself, "You're so fucking cute." You leaned over him and his eyes locked on your lips despite the evident embarrassment written all over his face, cheeks ruddy and tears threatening to spill, "So perfect." He made a noise that suspiciously sounded like he didn't agree but you felt his rough hand graze the skin of your cheek and you couldn't hold yourself back anymore. Lips met lips and Changbin melted into you immediately, fingers tangled in your hair, a floaty feeling overtook your senses. His kiss mirrored his clear and apparent feelings – desperation, hunger, need, and everything in between. You could feel yourself losing all sense of reality; your lips moving against his plush, doll-like ones, his fingers tugging at strands of your hair, his gasp when you nibbled at his lower lip, everything was hallucinatory. But you still wanted to tease him a bit more.

"Please…” Bin whispered again against your lips, "I need you." He emphasized his imploration by grinding his hard length against your thigh and clutched at your shirt frantically. You kissed him hard before trailing your lips over his jawline and down his neck, sucking in random places, just hard enough to not leave visible marks.

"I'm here, baby. I'm right here." Tugging at his hoodie, you signaled that you wanted to take it off so he leaned up to allow you to. Immediately, you continued your path of kisses over his collarbone and down his chest, stopping to lick and suck at each of his hardened nipples. Changbin arched into your mouth, a loud moan escaped his lips when your teeth scraped just so and he automatically clamped a hand over his mouth in shock, "Nuh uh, I want to hear you," you delicately dragged his hand away, fingers intertwining with his as you kissed further down his torso.

"But the others?" He panicked slightly, "They'll – Oh!" Bin jolted when you faintly nipped at the flesh of his hip and palmed his cock over his briefs.

You hushed him softly, "Shh, they're busy. Besides, I know it turns you on more to know they could hear you." He just huffed in response, not denying your accusation. Curling your fingertips under his waistband, you pulled his briefs down ever so slowly, loving how he whined at your pace. His dick sprang free from its confines and bounced back against his abdomen, right below his navel. Tossing his underwear off to the side somewhere, you traced your fingertips up his thighs to his hips, one hand resting there and while the other inched closer to where Changbin needed most. Poor baby was so impatient – you slapped his thigh when he whined about not touching him fast enough, which caused him to thrust into nothing and groan in pleasure, "Ah, a bit of a pain slut, aren't you, baby?"

"Nngh, yes..." He moaned when you slapped his other thigh. Changbin shuddered when your hand finally came into contact with his leaking cock. You wrapped your hand around him and squeezed gently – your thumb dug into his slit before you lifted it to show the strand of pre-cum connecting it to his cock, "You're so wet! Look at this, you're already making such a mess!" Again, he whimpered in response. Smearing the pre-cum over his skin, you began to pump his cock, gradually picking up speed. "Do you want to cum from my hand or my mouth?"

You were being generous in giving him the choice and he thanked you knowingly, "Whatever you want, I'm grateful for. Thank you."

"Good boy." Changbin keened, arching into the touch when you suddenly mouthed at his shaft. Tonguing at his slit, you moaned at his taste and took him into your mouth, slowly bobbing your head to take more and more of him. Soon, your nose became buried in the soft curls at the base of his shaft, tongue diligently running over the bulging veins. Bin squirmed and fisted the sheets before reaching to thread his fingers through your hair.

“Fuck, your mouth! I-" A strangled moan abruptly cut off his words when you swallowed around him and his fingers tightened their grip in your strands. His tug at your hair was harsh, causing you to moan at the slight amount of pain. The vibrations from your throat only served to produce more overwhelming pleasure for Changbin and he writhed underneath you. You pulled away to lap at his balls, sucking each one into your mouth. He watched you like a hawk, dark eyes focused on you as you moved to kiss and suck at his perineum, whining all the while. One of his thighs in each of your hands, you pushed his legs up until you had better access to his pretty little hole. Licking a stripe over it, you smiled into Changbin's skin as he once again jolted and arched off the bed, "Jesus fuck! Oh my god!"

Moans began to pour from his lips as you licked, sucked, and nibbled at his rim. Bin threw his head back against the bed, panting heavily and breathed out your name, "Feels so fucking good!" When you started to fuck him with your tongue, he squirmed around so much, you had to hold him down, “Can't. I – Fuck!" The next time Changbin made eye contact, you could see that his tears had finally spilled over, leaving streaks down his plump cheeks. He was already lost in the pleasure, a daze clouding his eyes, but you weren't finished with him yet.

"I wanna pamper you. Where's your lube, baby?"

He licked his lips and tried to calm down, "Top drawer, way in the back." Despite knowing you had to get up to fetch the lube, Changbin still whined loudly at the loss of touch.

"Patience, baby. I'm gonna make you feel even better." His eyes widened and he fidgeted on the bed, still clutching his legs to his chest, bent in half with his hole on full display. You returned with the lube seconds later but stopped to stare at him, "I can't get over how perfect you are.” You praised, maneuvering the two of you so that you could comfortably kneel on the bed in front of him.

Once again holding his legs up, Changbin whined for you, "Please." You smiled sweetly at him and warmed the lube between your fingers before lightly outlining his rim with a single wet fingertip. He shuddered beneath you and let out another breathy whimper as you lightly pressed against his hole with two fingers, but not enough to breach the ring of muscles. Deciding to stick to a single digit to be safe, you gently pushed your middle finger in his hole up to the first knuckle and Bin clenched, surprised at the sudden intrusion, "Oh! That feels funny."

"I know, baby. Now relax for me.” You paused to rub soothing circles into his thigh, "I told you I would make you feel even better. I promise. Trust me?" When he nodded eagerly, you smiled again, "That's a good boy." He preened at your words, distracted by them, so you took the opportunity to push your finger in further. It went in easily and you began to wiggle it around to loosen him up. Not long after, Changbin started to moan, quickly finding pleasure again, "You want another?"

Bin hummed and you delicately inserted your pointer finger in alongside your middle finger. His mouth dropped open into an 'O' shape and he groaned deep in his chest when you started to pump your fingers in and out of him. Finding a little resistance, you reached up to work his cock to distract him a little more, "You're taking it so well!" You adored seeing his reaction whenever you praised him so you did it often. Scissoring your fingers, you moved around inside of him until you found that perfect spot.

“Nngh, fuck!" Changbin wailed and threw his head back again, his back bowed and his toes curled. You continued to rub tiny circles into his prostate as curses and swears spilled from his lips, "Oh god, fuck yes, fuck, that feels so fucking good!" By that point he was full on sobbing, blubbering and slurring his words, tossing his head back and forth, his nails dug crescents into the skin of his thighs.

“Are you gonna cum for me now, baby, hmm?" you asked, overly sweet, as you pumped his cock, stopping every once in a while to squeeze at the angry red head, – beads of pre-cum dribbled down the side and made the slide easier – and you continued to massage his prostate at the same time. Changbin nodded shamelessly, all care and worry thrown out the window. He just wanted to cum. Bad. And he begged for it. Even without being told to, he pleaded with you, vehement and ardent in his entreaty.

"Please, please, please let me cum. I need it so bad. I'll do anything, please just let me cum. Please, I need you to make me cum." That last part made something in you snap. You practically growled, lunging forward to kiss him fiercely. Sucking on his tongue made him moan into your mouth and you licked at his velvety walls, eager for him to taste himself while you worked him up to and over the edge.

"You're so good for me, such a good boy." You whispered against his plush lips, "Go ahead, baby. You can cum for me." Changbin cried out against your mouth, hips violently thrusting his cock into your hand and rocking down on your fingers at the same time. Ribbons of white splayed across his stomach and he desperately tried to catch his breath as he came down from his high. He whimpered into your mouth and kissed you sweetly, eyelashes fluttering against his cheekbones as you pulled back to look at him, "Baby looks so tired.” You lamented, withdrawing your fingers from his body before wiping them on part of the sheets next to you. Changbin hummed, a small smile on his lips as he nodded. His eyes quickly snapped open when you started to tug at his spent cock. A noise of protest escaped his lips but you continued to work his sore length. "C'mon, you've got one more for me, don't you, baby?" Your tone was melodic but mischievous and there was a sly twinkle in your eye when you crawled off the bed to finally strip for Bin, having stayed completely clothed the entire time you got him off. It was your turn now and you so badly wanted to sit on his thick cock.

He watched you unhurriedly remove each article of clothing, dick unsurprisingly chubbing up when you turned around and bent over at the waist, spreading your ass cheeks and putting yourself on full display as he had been earlier. You released your grip on the flesh, letting it clap back together and wiggled your hips, provoking a deep, sinful sounding moan from Changbin, "Come back..." He begged, "I wanna taste you." You smirked and straightened up, languidly moving towards him once you turned around to face him. He laid back on the bed and reached for you, silently asking for you to sit on his face. The thought made your insides throb with want, heat flowing through your veins, heart pounding and head light and floaty. You crawled over him and hovered above him before he yanked you down by the hips, immediately licking and sucking at your entrance with vigor. Changbin groaned and the vibration made you rock on his tongue, shivering as he shoved it deep inside you.

“Baby's so good to me…” You breathed, rolling your hips minutely, “Fuck, I love your tongue in me." Bin moaned again and you maintained a rhythm of rolling and rocking against his tongue. He soon reached up to insert a finger alongside his tongue, stretching you open for his thick cock while he ate you out like his life depended on it. You could feel yourself getting close so you forcefully removed his hand from your hip and sat up on your knees, shoving his other hand away in the process. He whined in objection and tried to pull you back down but you shook your head and moved off him completely, "No, baby. Wanna cum on your cock."

Changbin sucked in a sharp breath and canted his hips up into nothing. You moved to swing your leg over his stomach and reached for the lube that you had tossed somewhere on the bed earlier. Generously covering Bin's cock, you positioned yourself, and gripping his shaft, you guided it to your entrance and sank down until he was entirely buried inside you. You threw your head back and let out a wanton moan as Changbin dug his blunt nails into the skin of your thighs and tried to keep himself from moving too quickly. "You're so big, baby. Feel so full…" You mewled, circling your hips to feel his every bump and ridge against your walls.

He let out a choked sound and slid his hands up to your hips, "Please, can I move?"

"Yes, yes…” You chanted as you began to bounce yourself on his length. He met your hips with his thrusts, letting you do most of the work at first.

"You feel incredible. So tight, so wet, so fucking hot," Changbin babbled, drunk off the pleasure. You planted your palms on his chest, pinching at his nipples, and you felt his hips kick in response, momentarily disrupting the rhythm he had built up.

"I thought your tongue was good, fuck! Love your cock in me so much. Love it even more. So good to me, baby." You repeatedly cursed under your breath when Changbin quickened his pace and his harsh thrusts knocked you forward into him. He instantly took the opportunity to draw you into another kiss. It was more two open mouths breathing each other's air and tongues occasionally rubbing together than an actual kiss but you both were too caught up in the ecstasy to care.

He pulled away to breathe into your neck, whimpering against your skin as he gripped your hips tightly and pounded into you relentlessly. "Love you. I love you so fucking much. Wanted you for so long. Don't know what I'd do without you. I don't even want to think about it. I just really fucking love you." You felt tears prick at your eyes and you took his face in your hands as he slowed his thrusts and locked eyes with you.

"Then don't think about it." You stated simply, "I'm here. Always have been. Always will be. And I really fucking love you, too." Changbin didn't have a chance to smile or say anything before you kissed him, trying to convey your every emotion through your kiss. He wrapped his arms around you and held you as close to him as he possibly could, "I love you, my good boy, my baby." You whispered against his lips in between kisses and biting gently at his lips. He groaned and sped up his thrusts as he kissed you senseless.

"Fuck, I'm so close!" He moaned as his pace started to waver.

"I knew you had one more for me. Cum inside me baby, please." You found yourself begging him in the end.

Changbin grunted and reached between you to get you off faster, "You said you wanted to cum on my cock. Want you to cum first." You could see white begin to prick at the edges of your vision and your head felt even more floaty than before. Frankly, Changbin's cock felt like heaven inside you and you could feel your walls dragging him back in every time he pulled out. He adjusted his angle ever so slightly and with a few more thrusts, you came. Hard. Stars exploded behind your eyes and tingles ran up and down your body. When you opened your eyes, Changbin was there kissing you and working you through your high, "Thank you.” You breathed and he smiled warmly and hummed, "Keep going. Want you to cum.” You pleaded, clenching around him snugly. He chanted your name against your lips, throwing in some curses and an 'I love you' or two, using your body for his pleasure as he chased his own high. Seconds later, when you clenched around him again, Changbin cried out and released inside you, thick white ropes coating your walls. He fucked his cum into you with a few quick thrusts before pulling out and wrapping his arms back around you. Bin laid still, lashes fluttering against his cheekbones as he tried to catch his breath. You watched him from where your head was laid on his shoulder. Pressing a small kiss to his jawline, you saw the corner of his lips start to curl before he chuckled lowly, "Happy birthday, Binnie," you congratulated, barely above a whisper.

Changbin laughed harder, "God, I love you!"

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princesskokichi · 4 years

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byakuya with a s/o who age regresses to cope with trauma

i would like to preface this by saying, in all caps

AGE REGRESSION IS N O T DD/LG OR ANY OF IT’S VARIANTS

dd/lg is a kink within the adult bd/sm community that sexualizes minors & their behaviors. it has nothing to do with actual age regression, it just sexualizes acting like a child. people do not age regress while partaking in dd/lg. dd/lg is a kink, and there is NO “ sfw “ dd/lg.

age regression, however, is when a person’s mindset is completely changed to fit the mind of a child, or to age regress, typically due to trauma or a negative / missed childhood. they act like a child, think like a child, and everything in between. do you see the difference there ?

age regression = having the mind of a literal child. they don’t think about sex AT ALL. there’s no sex involved with age regression.

dd/lg = pretending to be a child so adults participating in kink can get off. gross. not okay.

as an age regressor, i understand that many people do not comprehend this difference. from an outsider, it may seem like the same thing. it is not. if you ever need me to explain it, i will gladly do so without judging you. you have a right to be informed, and if you need me to be the one to inform you, i will do so.

however, wanting to be informed and wanting to start a fight are two different concepts. if you message me, or harass anyone on my blog, because of your views on dd/lg or agere, you will be blocked without a moment’s notice. my blog is a safe space for any type of person, and i do not condone the harassment of any kind on this blog.

thank you for reading, and i hope you like this imagine !! - mod kokichi

- the first time you regressed around him was around complete accident

- he just thought you were extra clingy that day, so he did his normal routine with you stuck to him like a koala

- the entire day went by smoothly, without any outbursts or tantrums

- but he was wondering what was going on, because you weren't usually so clingy with him

- and then, the next day, you were feeling guilty, and expressed that part of you to him

- he was kind of confused, honestly

- it didn't exactly make sense, but it didn't exactly,, not make sense

- you see how confused he was ?

- you told him that he could have all of the time to figure out what he wanted to do about it

- because you could always just repress that side of him while you were with him, or keep it to a minimum at least

- he expressed that he wanted to think about it and do some research, but he promised he would get back to you shortly about it

- and for about a week, yes, he did do all kinds of research about it

- i mean like he went to some of the top psychologists and asked them

- he read almost every article on the internet about it

- read up on books

- did just about everything he could

- and when he called you back, he seemed almost joyous

- and thus, you started your agere relationship with your boyfriend

- he does a pretty good job at caring for you

- he has a little section in his office that's filled with kid's toys and blankets and stuffies just for you when you visit

- and he has a room in his current estate just for you like that, but on a much larger scale

- byakuya,, isn't very experienced when it comes to cooking and cleaning for himself, much less another person

- so he's a little bad at that, but he's getting better !!

- he can now cook you some hotdogs without burning the pot, so that's great news !!

- however great he takes care of you, i don't think he's very big on the nicknames

- he wouldn't mind a few of them, so long as they're said while you two are alone, but they make him want to cringe, so he only has a few nicknames for you in private

- he's a fast learner, and is pretty decent at taking care of you when you need him there

- it actually helps him open up his shell a lot

- overall, he's really glad you told him.

#danganronpa #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #trigger happy havoc #byakuya togami #danganronpa byaku #danganronpa imagines #imagines #mod kokichi

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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(Treat me nice) Never let me go, 12/15 (Branjie) - Pinkgrapefruit

[ chapter 12. they say that the world was built for two ]

They end up in a big park, laying on a picnic blanket and watching the clouds go by. There aren’t many, but the few there are have fun interpretations. Vanessa is briefly convinced that one looks like a giraffe, but after much jibing from Brooke, they come to the conclusion that maybe it’s just a big tree.

Vanessa unpacks the spread they’d gotten from the hotel kitchen as Brooke fiddles with the little wireless radio she apparently just always keeps in her suitcase. This fact had caused Vanessa to laugh for a solid five minutes when Brooke had put it in the picnic basket.

[ pretty woman au ]

A/N - hope you enjoy! not long left now <3

They’re dancing - or at least trying to dance. The clock hand has just made it’s way past ten, and Vanessa’s head rests gently on Brooke’s chest as she sways them around in a rudimentary waltz. Their bodies are pressed together in a way that sparks warmth down past Vanessa’s navel and it only makes her push closer to Brooke’s tall form. The blonde has one warm hand pressed against the small of Vanessa’s back and the brunette mewls softly at the ministrations of Brooke’s fingers. She places an open mouth kiss on Brooke’s exposed clavicle and goes back to the mindless swaying.

They’d been trying to recreate a more dramatic dance, but the day they’d had, filled with nothing much, had left them exhausted to the point of just swaying together.

“We should finish this tomorrow,” Brooke whispers into the loose waves of Vanessa’s hair as if ‘this’ was anything at all. Vanessa mumbles in response, causing Brooke to scoop her into her arms and carry her across the room to the bed. She’s dressed only in one of Brooke’s large white shirts, buttoned over a pair of black panties, and it exposes the lengths of Vanessa’s legs.

“31 inches of therapy,” Brooke mumbles to herself in a half-joke as she unbuttons the shirt. She takes off her own (better fitting) shirt and shifts, so she is under the covers, Vanessa’s head on her chest.

“G'night, Ness,” she whispers, but the brunette is already softly snoring. She presses a kiss to her forehead and tries to sleep herself.

Brooke wakes naturally with the rising sun, but she still enjoys Vanessa clinging to her like an oversized koala. They didn’t shut the curtains, so the Sun illuminates the brunette in a golden light making her look almost ethereal. She stretches like a cat, eyes screwed shut as Brooke giggles to herself.

“Morning, sunshine,” she quips, and Vanessa frowns, eyes still closed.

“Shut up,” she says, voice hoarse in the morning. She snuggles back against Brooke’s side and sighs deeply. “It’s such a nice day,” she tells her and then, opening her eyes to peek up at Brooke’s face, “can you not go to work?”

Brooke lets out a throaty chuckle and sets down the email she’d been working on. “Me?” She asks jokingly. “Not work?” Then she softens. “I do own the company, and it is a nice day.” She points out, and Vanessa nods lazily against her chest.

She sighs and tries to make it sound begrudging, but even then there is a lightness to it. “I’ll email Ru.”

When it switches onto ‘What the Folk’, Vanessa erupts into another fit of laughter, head falling back onto Brooke’s lap - hair in a halo around her.

They eat strawberries with the juices running down their wrists, sticky and saccharine sweet.

The sun warms their cheeks just enough to alert the freckles on Brooke’s nose that blush a copper tone. Vanessa traces them with a warm finger, light and airy.

When the sun starts to fall from its peak in the sky, they’re laying on the plaid blanket. Vanessa is on her back, eyes closed peacefully while Brooke is propped up on her elbows, quietly reading “Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief”, putting on different voices to imitate the Minotaur. Vanessa snorts.

She sits up so quickly Brooke thinks the world might be on fire - the brunette looking around frantically until she spots what she heard.

A baby.

She stands quickly, brushing off her little summer dress and paddling her toes into the grass before running over to the pram.

Brooke just watches, eyes wide and full of mirth as Vanessa coos over the baby. She can’t see it, but she can see Vanessa’s face and it makes her cheeks hurt.

Vanessa pads back over a few minutes later, falling back onto the blanket with a harumph. She turns her head, so she can see Brooke and smiles serenely.

“God, it was so cute, Brooke,” she exhales, going back to watching the way the clouds move. “I want a baby.”

Brooke snorts, eyes widening. “I’m afraid I can’t help you with that,” she quips, making a vague gesture to her lack of a penis and Vanessa giggles.

At about three, when Vanessa’s legs are a pleasant shade of pink and the back of Brooke’s neck is dripping beads of sweat, they head to a nearby coffee shop. They pick a table outside - with wire chairs that will leave indents in Vanessa’s bare thighs, but the table is shaded and not indoors and stuffy, so it’s a win. They order iced coffees and let the condensation roll down their fingers.

They feed each other macaroons and watch the people stroll down the street in their shorts and t-shirts, rolling their eyes at the occasional shirtless men.

By the time they think about dinner, Vanessa is sleepy from the sun so Brooke calls for the car and the brunette curls into her side. Brooke smiles, soft and sweet and the kind that is entirely private.

Vanessa perks up again as they near Olympic and taps at Brooke’s arm to get her attention.

“What’s with you? You’re fidgeting. What’s wrong?” She asks, eyebrows scrunched as she looks quizzically at Vanessa.

“Um,” She shifts uncomfortably, “there’s a club up here that I’d like to stop at for a second to see my roommate if that’s okay?” Brooke hasn’t seen her this uncomfortable in days.

“Absolutely,” she replies, smiling, trying to reassure.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Darryl, can you just pull up into the back alleyway please?” The driver, Darryl, looks bemused in the mirror.

“Trixie’s?” He asks, tone vaguely joking.

“Trixie’s,” Brooke affirms.

“Very colourful life you lead,” he quips.

Vanessa leans into Brooke, pushing a chaste kiss onto her cheek. “I just wanna run in for a minute and see if she’s there, so you just stay here,” she tells her before she jumps out of the cab and runs into the club.

“I’m hoping they don’t spot this limousine as it is,” Brooke mutters, and Darryl sticks his head around the chair and smiles at her.

“I’ll block it with my body,” he sighs and she believes him.

Katya spots her the second she steps through the door and it doesn’t surprise Vanessa - she’s pretty sure she looks out of place in her dainty summer dress and kitten heels. Katya is dressed in fishnets, shorts, and a red lace bralette.

“Ness! You’re looking good! You win the lottery?” Katya jokes, swinging an arm around Vanessa’s neck and pressing her red lips against her cheek. “Me and Trix have missed you round here!”

Vanessa smiles at her and it’s genuine. She hates that she feels out of place in the place that used to be her home. “Hey, Kat, have you seen Silk?” She asks, voice soft.

“No, not since Tuesday,” Katya replies with her eyebrows quirked.

They wander over to the bar which has Trixie leaning against it - tea towel thrown over her pink crop top. “Heya, hunnie,” she says with her eyes crinkled and warm. Her southern twang always makes Vanessa feel warm.

“You seen Silk?” Vanessa asks earnestly.

“I think she went to Santa Barbara,” Trixie tells her with her teeth pressed into her bottom lip.

Vanessa grins at the information. “Brilliant!” She announces enthusiastically, waving a hand when Trixie tries to offer her a tequila shot. “Here’s my number where I’m gonna be for the rest of the week. Have her call me, okay?”

“Okay, hunnie,” Trixie tells her with a motherly pat on the shoulder, and Vanessa beams at her because there aren’t enough words to say what Trixie and Katya have done for her.

She steps out of the club feeling fulfilled, but immediately reaches a scene of Brooke and Darryl standing outside the Limo with a kid in a bandanna.

“What’s going on out here?” She asks, a lot more jovial than the situation asks for.

Brooke scowls at her amusement. “I don’t know. You left and all of a sudden I’m in the middle of ‘West Side Story’,” she quips, and it makes Vanessa chuckle.

The kid in the bandanna turns and Vanessa sees it’s one of the ones who run up and down the street stealing the girls’ money. He looks at the envelope she’d been meaning to give to Silky and smirks. “I think you owe me some money, baby,” he tells her and she goes against Brooke’s violent head shaking by just raising her eyebrow.

She holds up the envelope. “Two hundred dollars,” she tells him, and he eyes it carefully. She knows she’s scrappy, but she also lost her acrylic nails, so she’s a little less confident in her ability to take this dude if he fucks with her.

“Don’t you got school tomorrow?” She asks mockingly and he makes a noise close to a hiss.

“Let’s just leave,” Brooke tries to say calmly, but she’s clearly never been mugged by a teen with a knife before because her voice shakes.

“You ain’t goin’ no place,” the kid tells them.

“Hey-”

“You’re outta your neighbourhood. This ain’t no Beverly Hills!” Vanessa almost laughs, but she catches herself. This is more real than she thought.

“He has a knife,” Brooke mutters to Darryl and he places his hand in the inside pocket of his jacket.

“All right, okay,” Darryl steps up and his size appears to intimidate the kid slightly. “This is what’s going to happen. You believe she owes you money?”

“That’s right.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause this is my block.”

“His block?” Brooke asks, and she still can’t keep her voice smooth. Vanessa looks at her like you look at a sad puppy.

“He’s a drug dealer and a mugger. It has to do with Silky,” Vanessa clears up.

The kid doesn’t seem happy with the conversation going on in the middle of his mugging, so he raises his knife again prompting Darryl to pull the small handgun from his left pocket.

The kid runs and Brooke collapses against the car.

“Damn, Darryl,” Vanessa quips, eyes shocked, but still entertained. She rubs a soothing hand on Brooke’s back as the woman catches her breath. For someone who has been around criminals before she’s panicking like someone who’s never been at odds with a knife. Vanessa supposes she might not have been.

“I have a license, don’t worry,” Darryl tells her, putting the safety back on the gun and placing it securely back in his pocket.

Once they’re comfortably back in the car, Vanessa lets her head fall on Brooke’s shoulder again.

“Does Darryl always carry a gun?” She asks, and Brooke intertwines their fingers.

“When he drives me, yes, always.”

Vanessa steps into the bedroom as Brooke naps. They both ate their dinner in robes and then Vanessa watched “Beauty and the Beast” while Brooke disappeared to the bedroom and never returned.

“She sleeps,” she quips as Brooke shifts, eyes fluttering open and a lazy smile trailing across her face.

“Well we all have our issues,” Brooke rebukes, and Vanessa moves across the room to sit with her on the bed. With Vanessa sat up, Brooke places her head on her lap and lets Vanessa card her fingers through her hair.

Brooke mocks snoring and it makes Vanessa chuckle, slowing her hand movements.

They end up looking into each other’s eyes for a little too long, and maybe it’s because they were frightened with the mugging or maybe the day just made them vulnerable, but they find themselves leaning in before they can stop themselves.

Their lips meet soft and slow - open-mouthed. It sets butterflies loose in Vanessa’s belly, warming her from the inside as she deepens it.

Brooke finally lets her go, pecking her on the nose with a shallow exhale. Her heart is pounding and it rattles in her ribcage.

Later, when she thinks Vanessa is asleep, she whispers ‘I love you’.

If Vanessa hears, she doesn’t make a sound.

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #trixie mattel #katya zamolodchikova #fluff #kid attempts mugging #there is a gun and it is not shot #the driver is a legend #soft summer vibes #we're here to break your heart #lesbian au #pretty woman #treat me nice #pinkgrapefruit #concrit welcome

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ghostlywritten · 5 years

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Too Nice To Say Goodbye Pt. 2

A/N: Look, a bias wrecker.

For those, who are waiting on an update for ‘Uncertainty’: I’m having a tough time coming up with an interesting plot, because the third season royally sucked in my opinion. I’m gonna try, but it will take a while.

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Part 1

It took you a huge amount of self control to keep the tears at bay throughout the night. Haechan was fidgeting nervously every now and then next to you, his eyes constantly flickering over as if he was afraid you would blow up at any minute.

You almost rolled your eyes. You were not going to cry in front of anyone. You had never even cried in front of Mark despite all the time you’d shared together so far.

‘Speaking of’, you let your eyes wander to your ‘boyfriend’ or whatever he was right now, who was completely immersed in the show, his arm loosely hanging over Yeri’s back of the seat.

‘They would look good together,’ you realised, noticing the admiring look Yeri would occasionally throw at him. You had known about her feelings right from the beginning. Not that she was mean to you or anything, she was just as nice as Mark. It was the quiet but passionate way she always looked at him when she thought no one was watching.

You felt uncomfortably out of place. As if you were the villain standing in the way of their love. The best friends separated by a third person, because they hadn’t yet acknowledged or admitted their feelings to each other. It was so cliche, it was sickening you.

For the rest of the night you kept to yourself, nursing the one drink you had as you watched the others chat animatedly over mindless discussions. You wondered briefly if they had known all along what you had just concluded for yourself and felt your cheeks warm in embarrassment.

‘I can never show my face here again,’ you thought to yourself as you bid them goodnight after a few hours, the cold air refreshing as you stepped out with Mark in tow. You breathed in deeply, finding it easier now to keep your emotions in check since you got out of that stuffy room (and away from the lovesick eyes of Yeri).

“That was cool, right? Just us chilling, all relaxed and stuff,” Mark commented, sighing blissfully as he fell into step beside you. You had decided to walk the short way to Johnny’s flat earlier but you started to regret it now as it seemed to be a much longer route than you had in mind, not to mention the wind being freezing cold.

“Mhm,” you hummed, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your sweater. Usually you would hold on Mark’s hands as they were always mysteriously warm but it was too awkward now.

Everything was uncomfortably awkward with him now.

Two weeks passed and you were retreating more and more into your shell, shying away from any sort of contact with the NCT gang. You couldn’t help the humiliation you felt, knowing how you were the unwelcome third wheel standing in the way of the best-friends-to-lovers relationship. They were probably all waiting for you to just be left behind and for the actual love to start blossoming between Mark and Yeri.

But although it was quite easy for you to stay away from them and have all these bitter thoughts you just didn’t have it in you to break up with Mark. Your love for him was achingly real and it hadn’t wavered a single bit, despite the situation.

You still smiled when he did, you still laughed when he did, you still gave him a kiss on the cheek whenever you woke up first and you still longed for his touch, even if it was just a simple intertwining of your hands at night whilst he was fast asleep.

You never went as far as that anymore. Never initiated anything when he was fully conscious, not wanting to make him feel awkward. You had to cringe whenever you thought back on all the skinship you had done and how discomforting it must have been for him.

‘When has he stopped finding comfort with me?’ you wondered sadly, trying to distract yourself with some studying. Keyword, “trying”. All you did was stare blankly at the screen of your laptop, rereading a line without taking in its contents as your eyes grew more and more tired with each passing second.

A door opened and fell shut, shaking you awake from your mindless state. “I’m home,” Mark announced and you heard him stop his shuffling as if he was expecting an answer.

You opened your mouth to shout back the usual “Welcome back, love” but the words died on the tip of your tongue and you just pressed your lips together, swallowing tightly.

“Y/N, are you home?” Mark called out, walking further inside.

“I’m here,” you said quietly just as he passed by the kitchen, causing him to jerk in surprise.

“Oh my Jesus, you scared me,” he breathed out, laughing as he held his hand to his heart. Your own thudded out of rhythm upon seeing his dimples.

“Sorry,” you said with a wry smile before you looked back at your screen, pretending to read whatever you had put up. You actually didn’t have to study anymore since graduation came up in a month but it wasn’t like Mark knew about that.

“What are you up to?” he asked, ruffling his black hair as he took out a water bottle from the fridge, handing you one as well.

“Just some post-studying,” you replied vaguely but he smiled anyways, patting your shoulder, “Yo, keep it up. You are going to slay,” he encouraged and you chuckled at his choice of wording.

He had always been a promoter for hard work, cheering you on to keep going when you were close to giving up. You admired and simultaneously felt grateful for that trait as it helped you through the toughest exam periods.

“Thank you, Mark,” you said softly, glancing at him lovingly but quickly averting your eyes, wondering if that had already been too much. Your shoulders slumped slightly. Were you really supposed to tiptoe around your boyfriend like that, thinking over which move was the least loving in order not to make him uncomfortable?

No, you were not. And yet, you couldn’t let him go. Even if it wasn’t fair for the both of you.

You failed to notice his face fall slightly. “Hey, is everything alright?” he asked, placing a hand on your shoulder. You flinched slightly in surprise, causing him to raise his eyebrows. Was that probably the first touch he had initiated in a long time?

“..Um, yeah I’m good,” you said, quickly changing the subject, “And you? How was your day?”

“Oh, it was great. Donghyuck did such a funny move today at practice...,” Mark started off, sitting down on the seat next to you as he rambled about his day as usual. You smiled slightly at his excitement, closing your laptop and resting your head on your hand as you turned to listen to him, using times like these to stare unabashedly at him and engrave his every feature in your mind for the future.

“...and yeah, it was just dope. You should have seen it, Y/N,” he ended, wiping his eye after another laughing fit he had.

“I wish I had,” you commented lightly, not really meaning it. You were perfectly fine with not seeing them again as bad as it sounded.

Mark’s smile faded slightly and he cleared his throat, “Actually, the guys have been wondering where you are. They haven’t seen you in a while...,” he trailed off and your heart skipped a beat. They asked about you? Why? Or was he just using it as an excuse because he was wondering himself? “I never noticed before but you have not been around for movie nights and practices in weeks...” Your heart deflated into a pout at his words and you broke the eye contact, looking down at the counter instead.

“Yeah, I’ve just been busy with...studying and stuff.”

“But...aren’t you graduating in a month?” he asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“You...know about that?”

“Yeah, Donghyuckie told me.” It just seemed that he was going to keep lifting and dropping your heart tonight. How did Donghyuck remember anyways? You had only briefly mentioned it to the whole group.

“Yeah, but I might be called into an oral exam if they can’t decide on my grade,” you lied lamely, sighing inwardly when he nodded in acceptance.

The frown didn’t leave his face though and he scratched the back of his head. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going to finish college soon anyways?”

You shrugged, “It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big- Y/N, you are graduating!” he exclaimed, “How is that not a big deal?!” You stayed quiet. “Were you just going to accept your scroll without me cheering you on from the crowd?” A smile crept up on your lips, your heart warming at his sweet gesture. Mark was just the nicest guy you had and would ever meet. You could tell he still cared for you even if he didn’t love you anymore. And maybe that was why you held onto him.

Your ‘boyfriend’ grinned back and you couldn’t resist reaching out to him. He stood up, letting you wrap your arms around him and rest your head against his chest. “Just tell me the date and time and I’ll be there,” he muttered into your hair and you nodded wordlessly, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

A month passed and you felt like time had almost reverted back to when you both were deeply in love with each other. Mark had seemed to realise how you were drifting away and even though he didn’t understand why, he never forced you to tell him. Instead he was determined to coax you out of your shell, asking you to go out with him to a new restaurant, playing video games until late at night and refusing to let go of you in the morning.

You tried to guard your heart but couldn’t help but enjoy his attention again and soon you were falling back into his arms, giving in to the urge to clutch onto him like a koala. Especially at the point where you started kissing again. It was the fifth consecutive night you had spent playing Mario Kart together and you were as usual failing to beat him in any round, causing him to whoop after every win.

“Ahh, I guess it should get boring to win against you all the time,” Mark teased as he wrapped his arms around you when you eventually refused to play another round, “...but nah! It’s always fun!” he cackled at your sour expression and you had a hard time fighting the smile from your face.

“Yeah, yeah I got it. You’re the best,” you uttered, playfully rolling your eyes and he squeezed you closer, suddenly causing his face to be inches from yours. Your expression turned somber as you traced all his features with your eyes, poking his dimple. It deepened when he smiled wider, his own dark brown eyes flickering between yours and - your heart fluttered - your lips.

You stilled when he drew closer, his breath hitting your face, watching his eyes flutter close as he brushed his lips against yours before fully placing them on. You stopped breathing, your eyes closing on their own, relishing in the familiar yet foreign feeling of his mouth on yours, his hand on your jaw, his fingers tracing your skin and you couldn’t stop yourself from drawing him closer by his shirt, deepening the first kiss you had shared in a long time. He let out a low groan, his chest vibrating against your fingers and to your delight you could feel his heart race as you ran your tongue over his lip a-

A phone ringing interrupted your sudden makeout session. You broke your kiss, breathing heavily as you looked up into Mark’s eyes. He looked dazed with his cheeks flushed and hair messed up and you had never found him more beautiful than now. “I think it’s yours,” you huffed and it took him a second to focus before nodded absently, grumbling under his breath. He took his phone out of his pocket, squinting at the screen light.

“It’s Donghyuck inviting us over to Johnny’s flat,” he said chuckling, “He’s mad that we’ve been neglecting the movie nights.” You smiled, slowly regaining a normal breathing pattern as you straightened yourself up. “Shall we go tonight? They haven’t started, yet.” Freezing, you thought back on Donghyuck’s comments about your relationship and how the embarrassment you felt the last time you were there.

“Uhh, I’m not really in the mood for a movie,” you excused yourself quickly, faking a yawn, “I’m pretty tired actually. But you go ahead and have fun!” Mark frowned slightly, glancing down at his phone before putting it away, “No, it’s okay. I will go to bed with you.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise but decided not to comment on it. He trotted after you towards your bedroom and you wondered whether you would continue where you had stopped when you got interrupted, your cheeks flushing slightly. No one could blame you, it had been a while since he had kissed you.

“You know, you haven’t been hanging out with me and the guys for a while now...,” Mark approached the subject again as you both slipped into bed.

“Oh really?” you squeaked, cursing yourself for your high pitched voice, “I didn’t notice.”

“Yeah, it’s just they have been wondering what’s up. I told them it’s nothing because...there’s nothing, right?” he asked uncertainly, facing you as you laid on your back. You swallowed down a cough when you found your throat had turned dry.

“No, of course not. I’ve just been busy with graduation coming up and stuff.” Mark nodded in agreement, seeming pleased with the excuse and you bid him goodnight before automatically turning to your side, used to facing away from him now.

But tonight he shuffled over, wrapping his arm around you as he snuggled into your back. He planted a kiss on your head and your heart melted when he intertwined your fingers together in front of you.

“I’ll make sure the guys and I attend your big day!” he said, his voice already sleepy and yet he managed to make your heart burst with affection. It meant a lot to you since everyone else had rejected coming - mainly your parents and close friends - due to busy schedules and such.

You sighed, feeling happy to know you had someone to look at after you accepted your scroll.

But you wouldn’t have someone to look at. As you stood waiting in line in front of the stage, waiting for your turn, you wouldn’t have someone to look at. You would constantly glance down at your phone, waiting for a message to explain why he and his friends weren’t there yet.

You would disheartingly go up the stage, shake the principal’s hand with a tight smile, take a picture whilst your eyes would flicker over the crowd in vain until you had to leave the stage with a hanging head.

‘Something important must have come up,’ you thought, worry clenching your chest, ‘What if he got into an accident?’ You immediately reached for your phone and dialled Mark’s number, growing nervous with each dial tone when he picked up.

“Hey Y/N, I’m so sorry!” Mark picked up, frantically apologising and you sighed in relief at hearing his voice.

“It’s okay, Mark,” you said, “Are you alright? You didn’t get into an accident, did you?”

“No no, it’s all good, I’ve just held up at practice.” You nodded. That would have been your second guess.

“Did you lose track of time again?” you asked good-naturedly, simultaneously hating and feeling fond of this trait.

“Yeah, kind of. It was an emergency,” You nodded again even though he couldn’t see you, “Yeri was crying because she couldn’t keep up with the others. Seriously, I’ve never seen her break down like this before...,” his voice faded into the background for a second as you took in his words, “It took me and the others a full hour to calm her down. Man, she must have been holding it all in for so long...”

“I see,” you whispered, closing your eyes tightly and clenching your hand into a fist.

“I’m really, really sorry, love, for missing your graduation. I know it’s really important!” Mark apologised again and you distantly heard a chorus of ‘sorry’s from the guys, including Yeri, “I can make it to the after party-”

“No, don’t bother, really,” you said, not able to hide the bitterness in your voice. Someone called your name, asking if you needed a ride. You turned over to one of your fellow students, who had been your roommates before you moved in with Mark, and gave her thumbs up.

“Y/N?” Mark asked, a little apprehension colouring his tone.

“I’m not going to stay for long anyway. And you should you stay with Yeri-ah,” you muttered, dying to hang up.

“But-”

“See you,” you ended the call, taking in a few deep breathes to calm yourself. ‘This is your day, Y/N. Don’t let anyone ruin your day,’ you thought sadly.

The party was in full swing, people lingering around in circles with their respective families and friends, chatting up storms with glasses of champagne or wine or whatever they wanted.

To say you felt like the odd one out was an understatement, being the only one without a single acquaintance around, you were forced to stand with your former roommate’s people, akwardly making conversation with them.

“Are you alright?” your colleague would whisper-ask you every minute and you would always nod until you couldn’t even lie anymore with the tears brimming in your eyes.

After an hour you decided to call it a day, realising that you wouldn’t be able to save any joy you had with graduating. Sighing deeply, you watched the puff of air as you walked your way home, finding peace in the silent night with the occasional refreshing breeze. You suddenly felt so tired, tired of pretending, tired of holding on when it was so pointless.

You knew you had to eventually set Mark free and the time had come now. ‘I will ask him to come over tomorrow,’ you decided, figuring he would stay at Yeri’s or wherever she was to keep her company. To your surprise, you saw him standing in front of your apartment door, an adorably confused expression on his face as he searched his pockets. Knowing him, he had forgotten to take them in the first place.

His features brightened up when he noticed you walk over, “Y/N, thank Jesus you are here! I probably lost my keys again.”

“Hey Mark,” you greeted him quietly, slipping your keys into the lock and opening the door without stepping in.

“Hey jagi...,” he called you gently, noticing your distress and holding onto your arm, “I’m really sorry I missed your day. You know, I wanted to be there so bad..”

“And I actually believe you, Mark,” you said, turning to see him smile his beautiful dimpled smile, “But I don’t think it’s enough...anymore.” You watched his face slowly drop as he registered the words.

“Wait- what do you mean?” he asked, stepping closer but stopping when you moved back, crossing the threshold to what was once the home for both of you.

“I mean, we should end it here.”

Mark’s eyes widened, shock crossing his features. “W-what? Why??”

You held up a hand so he wouldn’t get in, closing the door. “Please, just stay over at someone’s else for tonight. I will have my things moved out by tomorrow.”

“Moved out where- Y/N!” he pressed his hand against the wood, preventing any form of barrier between you. By now, you had a hard time keeping your tears in and you just wanted to be out of his sight before he could see them, “ Where the hell are you going? Why are you talking like this?”

“Because you don’t love me anymore, Mark!” you finally shouted out the words that you had kept in your heart, breaking it in the process of finally stepping out of the constant denial. “You don’t love me anymore,” you sighed, this time quieter and more defeated, “I can tell, everyone can tell...and I know you are too nice to break up with me so I’m doing it for you.”

“But I do love you...,” he uttered, his mind racing to find out what made you think that he didn’t in the first place, but the hesitation was clear in his voice.

You shook your head with a sad smile, “You don’t. So please...just go.” Your voice cracked at the end, freezing him into place and you took the moment to close the door on him, and you relationship.

A few months later you would see a heavily disguised boy holding onto a hand of a petite, equally disguised girl walking down the streets, into the cafe you would usually find yourself in and you would immediately realise just who they were, causing you to turn your back on your’s and Mark’s favourite place to go on dates.

End...I guess.

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daniellesimagines · 5 years

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He’s With Us (Michael Clifford) *

submitted by @palayeeeroyale

Warnings: Mention of domestic abuse and child abuse

You and Michael had been together for a while – been with each other for five years, married for about one and a half. With that amount of time, the mentioning of children had come up quite a few times. Both you and Michael were all for it, excited to raise a child together.

The first time the mention of raising kids was brought up, you told him that you wanted to adopt. You were perfectly capable of having children of your own – there was no problem of you being able to get pregnant – you just had always wanted to adopt a child rather than going through labor. Michael wasn’t on board at first, but once you told him that there are many orphaned and/or homeless children around the globe and that you wanted to be able to give at least one of them a home, he was all for it.

This led you to a local foster home, where the foster mother was a good friend of yours. After looking through multiple files, you two fell in love with a 6-year-old boy named Matias. He had dark chocolate hair, the most beautiful set of green eyes, and an adorable smile that showed a gap between his two front teeth. You told your friend you were interested in adopting this boy. She told you that he comes from a dark past, so don’t ask him about it and just wait for him to tell you.

You did the whole process of adoption – having someone at your house and interviewing you two to see if you were able to raise a child, meeting the young boy to see if he liked you two (which he did), making a room and buying everything to go into it, filling out all the papers: the whole nine yards. Once the process was complete, you were finally able to say that you had a family. You took the boy home, showed him around, and started your life as a mom with a family.

All that leads to today: a few weeks after Matt’s first day home. You and your husband had had some tension between you two all day and, after you put Matias to sleep, you and Michael went at each other’s throats.

The two of you just let out all your stress and frustrations out on one another verbally. It didn’t register to either of you how loud you were being, nor had either of you noticed the little 6-year-old on the staircase. He was getting really scared by the yelling, having a Pavlovian response to it. He had silent tears coming down his face, and he knew he had to stop it.

He didn’t want you to go to away like his first mommy.

Both of you were startled by the sudden “NO!” coming from behind Michael. Before he could even process what had just happened, he felt tiny hands try to shove him away from you. Though the boy was small, the shock of what just happened caused Michael to take a few steps backwards. Matias then wrapped his short arms as tight as he could around your waist, shaking and crying. You picked him up and he clung to you like a koala would a tree.

“Hey, baby, shh… What’s wrong, love?” you try to coax him into calming down, but your words fell on deaf ears.

“Bud-“ Michael stepped toward you and the child, but was only met with more screaming.

“NO, DON’T HURT HER!” He yells, clinging even tighter. Michael froze, afraid to move or speak. He felt useless but, more than anything, he was confused – why would Matt think he was gonna hurt you?

“Baby, Mikey wasn’t gonna hurt me…” you reassure, walking him over to the couch so you could see him better.

“B-but h-he-he was y-yelling, an-and-” he blubbered, unable to get words out properly.

“Mikey yells all the time, buddy,” Michael says, “He’s very loud – even when he’s happy-” He tries to get him to smile. Matias giggles a bit, letting Michael try again at moving closer. This time, the child let him. “-but that doesn’t mean he’s gonna hurt Y/N. I love Y/N so much, and I would never, ever, hurt her on purpose.” Michael squats beside the couch, laying his chin on the armrest and stroking his back while he sits in your lap, laying his head on your chest.

You three sit in silence for a few minutes, wondering why would he ever think that Michael would do such a thing? Until it finally dawned on you.

“Matty…?” you said gently, and he sat up and looked at you, “Did your old daddy hit your mommy…?” Michael’s eyes widened at the realization – he hadn’t even thought about that, but it makes much more sense now that you’ve mentioned it. The boy looks down at his lap and nods slowly.

“My first daddy would yell at my mommy. And whenever he yelled, he hurt her too,” he explained, “He wouldn’t hurt me because Mommy told him not to. Mommy told me to hide when Daddy was drinking his grown-up juice. Then the policeman told me that Mommy went to heaven.” You and Michael looked at each other.

“How… Do you know why she went to heaven…?” he hesitantly asked him.

“Umm… I remember another policeman saying a big word about my mommy, but I don’t know what it means. S-… s-su-… soo-… su-“

“…suicide?” Michael hesitantly finished.

“Yeah, that word! What does it mean?” he looked at the both of you curiously. Michael looked at the young child with sadness in his eyes, and you did the same.

“We’ll tell you when you’re a bit older,” he says as he continues to stroke his back. By now, his crying had calmed down as he told the story of his life before the Clifford household. “Hey, Buddy…” Michael went on carefully, “D-Did…your daddy hurt you after your mummy went away…?”

Matias slowly nodded, giving you the answer that the both of you were afraid of. You sat there with tears running down your face at the poor boy’s story, and you could see that Michael was trying to hold it together as well.

“Well, Buddy, I promise you that I will never hurt you or Y/N,” Michael promised, “I love you so much and I will protect you from anything that tries to hurt either of you.”

“More than pizza?” the child’s eyes widened. Michael chuckled at his comment.

“I love you more than all the pizza in the world,” he told him. Matias gasped and immediately hugged his neck.

“That’s a whole lot of love!” Both you and Michael laughed.

“Alright, baby,” you finally spoke again, “Let’s get you back in bed, huh?” You kissed his temple before Michael picked him up off of your lap. You both walked to his room and tucked him into bed.

“How about tomorrow, we go to the mall and pick you out some toys?” Michael suggested, “This room is seriously lacking in stuffies.” The boy’s eyes widened and he excitedly nodded, before rubbing his eyes and yawning. “Alright, bud, sleep well.” He kissed his forehead and you did the same.

“Goodnight, Mommy. Goodnight, Daddy.” He said as he fell asleep. Both of you smiled at the phrase, happy that he was comfortable enough to call you his parents. You followed Michael to your son’s door and slowly shut it behind you.

The two of you stood silently out in the hallway for a moment, just looking at each other. Michael held out his hand for you to take, and led you to your shared room. He took off his pants and glasses, and laid down in bed with you as you curled into his chest.

Suddenly, you started crying onto his collarbone. You were silent about it, apart from the sniffles – which were what gave it away that you were upset.

“Hey, don’t cry, princess,” Michael cooed gently, “He’s okay now; He’s with us.”

You didn’t say anything, you just continued to let the tears fall. He rubbed your back as he said no more, just trying to lull you to sleep.

Eventually, the crying tired you out and you were unconscious. Michael let one tear fall as well, before falling asleep next to you.

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neo-culture-mafia · 5 years

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First Time with Doyoung (scenarios)

...yeah y’all nasties, not that first time...get your head out of the gutter omg...

Anyway...I’m TRYING to do some fluff...especially with the next updates of the AU coming up (trust me you are going to need this)...also in these multiple scenarios, you are younger than him (We all need a little Doyoung오빠 in our lives, don’t lie to yourself lol)

Also, this is your gift for getting me and the admin to 1k followers. It is so crazy to think so many people like our writing. Just remember we couldn’t do this without you...okay I’m gonna stop or I’m gonna start crying again.

First Time Realizing He Fell for You:

You complimented him so well. You were the light in his darkness. You were both polar opposites, and he wasn’t trying to fall for someone...especially younger. The first time he met you and found out you were younger, he was annoyed. He thought he would become another baby sitter to an annoying and childish recruit.

Yet, he fell head over heels for you in the matter of no time. You were both paired to follow these two subjects around; the boy making sure the explosive detonated the right person. You both had to act as a couple...and he tried so hard to get out of this mission.

You both followed the subjects to the zoo where the subject couple laughed and trailed along with stolen Neo Culture items in their possessions. “Oppa, you should really play the part if you don’t want to get caught.” You tugged on his shirt’s sleeve. He looked over and down to your smaller frame next to him. “We’re on a mission.” He countered. “But we’re also at the zoo.” You pointed out and he couldn’t argue with you.

“Now come on...I want to see the flamingos." You got behind him and pushed. He didn't put up a fight...he just didn't move his feet. "Come on." You whined, pushing him one more time. He played dumb, "Where are we going?" He asked and you just furrowed your eyebrows in annoyance.

"Fine. I'm going...without you." You snubbed and walked down the long path to the flamingos. He shrugged and stood there, but once he saw the targets turn down the flamingos' path, he made sure to be there with you. "Y/n honey...wait for me!"

He watched you fawn over the adorable animals and admire every little thing that was thrown at you. "Really? Koalas sleep for 22 hours of the day?!" You stood there with your mouth open and shocked. He laughed, closing your mouth with his hand. "You'll catch flies." He chuckled but you waved him off.

"Ooo! Gift shop!" You ran over to the hut. He couldn't help smiling to himself as he walked after you. You were looking at the stuffed animals, looking for a suitable memory. "I'm gonna get this one." You said, holding onto a stuffed Koala.

"What are you 5?" Doyoung scoffed and laughed to himself. He saw the flash of hurt on your face though, but soon replaced with a sassy comment, "yeah...5 seconds away from punching you." You rolled your eyes and set the koala back on the shelf and quickly forgot about it because you didn't want it to ruin your mood. "I'm gonna go buy some water, do you want some?" You asked him, and he nodded his head, yes, still standing in the gift shop and watching you waddle over to the drink carts.

He didn't wanna feel guilty but it nudged him the wrong way, and he couldn't get the brief moment of hurt in your eyes out of his mind. He groaned, tossing his head back. "What the hell is wrong with me?" He asked himself as he grabbed the soft plush animal and sauntered over to the cash register. He lazily paid for it and held it behind his back as he went to surprise you.

You were sitting on a bench, with the 2 bottles of water next to you and your hands typing on your work phone. Doyoung sat next to you and set the animal in your lap and between your hands.

You looked at the animal and then at Doyoung who tried to look innocent. "Thank you." You said, but he could see the way your cheeks heated up and the way you looked down at the cute toy. "No problem short stack." He smiled in the other direction.

You were childish...but he couldn't get enough of it.

First Major Fight:

You both had been on edge and nothing was going right at the moment. Work didn’t make anything better; neither did any of your personal lives. You both were scheduled to teach upcoming classes that weren’t beneficial for everyone...and they were at the same time so you guys couldn’t even see each other on the break. Taeyong was on you to get the paperwork in and was on Doyoung to get the new explosive supply done by next week...that he hasn’t even started yet.

You both didn’t know how to handle anger because you became a stubborn child and he became an over-powering parent like figure; wanting to control everything for the time being and have everything go his way.

You both sat in silence during the usual fun and conversational dinner. Both eyes were trained on each other; ready to pounce as soon as the opposing side did. “House looks clean for once.” You hissed and he rolled his eyes as he set his wine down. “Well someone had to make up for the slacking around here.” He scoffed, getting up and taking his plate to the kitchen where you were quick to follow.

“Slacking? If you’re talking about slacking Mr. Perfect ... where is the explosive supply?” You hit a nerve, as he threw his plate in the sink; the flying ceramic confirming your worries of it breaking. “Where’s the paperwork, huh? Little Miss. Know it all.” He walked over to you and flicked the side of your head. You slapped his hand away and a loud smack was heard through the room. You were worried you had hurt him, but the look in his eyes told you that he was more than okay.

He trapped you between the counter and his body, leaning down to your level. “I don’t know who you think you’re talking to, little girl. But I suggest you change your attitude before you have a bar of soap in that pretty little mouth of yours.” (A/N:...don't read too much into this omg...) He sneered but you kept pushing his buttons on the previous subject.

“...I can’t get my paperwork done until the supply is done, meathead.” You crossed your arms over your chest. He only chuckled. “Come talk to me when you have a comeback that isn’t something a 5-year-old would say.” He rolls his eyes and turned away; freeing you from the entrapment.

“Well, at least I’m not old...like you.” You mumbled and he shrugged. “Wiser than you I guess.” He flipped you the finger as you watched him disappear into your guys’ bedroom.

You groaned, kicking air. Shattered ceramic lay everywhere across the kitchen. You grabbed what was left of the plate and threw it away. A few tears stung your eyes here and there as you cleaned the kitchen from sharp shards.

Yet, once you were on your hands and knees picking up stray pieces; you let your mind trail off and your arm a little too close to an unseen piece. You didn't notice till you felt the sting of opened flesh. “Ow. Shit.” You cussed. You rarely did, but when you let it slip...it was for good reason.

You got up, running to the kitchen sink and turning on the water. You rinsed your arm with some tears lost along the way. Grabbing a towel, you draped it over your arm and squeezed as strong as you could until the towel was only spotted. You sat at the counter, doing the much-needed task while you felt arms snake around you softly.

“I am sorr-...what happened?” Doyoung asked, grabbing your hand so he could move your arm up towards him. Yet, once you snatched your arm away, he realized you were still upset.

“I cut myself...on the stupid plate you broke.” You sassed and he sighed. He turned your chair around and crouched down so he was closer to your arm. He just opened his hand, “arm.” “No. I don’t need your help. I’m fine.” You tried turning away, but he gripped your legs so you couldn’t move away.

“Y/n. Give me your arm, please. I’m not gonna hurt you; if that’s what you’re thin-” “No!... I know you’re not gonna hurt me.” You cut him off. He smiled a little but held his hand out again. “I just want to make sure you cleaned it properly and it won’t get infected.” He reasoned, and you finally complied, handing over your arm. He took a good look at it, making sure you cleaned it correctly. After, that you both just sat there.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed, resting his chin on your knees and looking up at you. “It’s whatever.” You shook it off. “Obviously not when you cried over it. I don’t wanna see my baby cry! It makes me sad!” He motioned to your face. “I wasn’t crying!” you countered but he just chuckled. “Okay baby, whatever you say.” He said and you sighed. “I guess I’m sorry too.” You began, but he was going to make this last for a while. “For?” He asked and you thought.

“For calling you a meathead.” You mumbled and he smirked. “And...?” He asked. “and for calling you old.” you mumbled even quieter. “And...?” “I didn’t call you any other names.” You fought and he laughed.

“I know. You just looked cute while you were apologizing.” He said while grabbing you and pulling you to the floor in a jumbled mess of a hug and multiple kisses.

First Time Taking Care of Him:

Doyoung never wanted to admit that he needed your help sometimes. He just didn’t want to overwhelm you and see you baby him. Yet, when you got back from a business trip with some of the other newer recruits or Neo Culture, all he needed was some Time, Love, and Care.

He had woken up with a headache and his eyes hurt while his cheeks were on fire. He had missed so much sleep; trying to get ready for a huge mission that was coming up in the near future. He was running on gross tasting coffee, dying adrenaline, crappy instant noodles, deteriorating motivation, and the thought of being able to hang-out when you finally got home.

All he remembers was writing something in his work notebook, and then boom...you were laying a cold washcloth on his head. “Huh?” He questioned sitting up and snatching the cold fabric off of his head. “No. Don’t do that. You’re burning up.” You said touching his forehead. “No, I’m not. It’s just a little stuffy in here.” He gave an excuse and brushed it off.

It was silent as he was still finding his bearings as you just stared at your tired boyfriend. “Oppa...how much sleep did you get while I was gone?” You asked and he scoffed. “Too many hours to count! I slept even better because I had the bed to myself!” He laughed evilly, but it couldn’t fool you. “So is that why your pillows and blanket are on the couch?...along with ramen?” You asked pointing to the living room couch that was basically trashed. He couldn’t find a good enough excuse.

“Don’t look down on me.” He said standing up. Yet, his knees buckled and he grabbed his head. Your arms held on to him and just made sure he didn’t fall. “...how can I look down on you if you’re taller than me?” You sassed and he could only slightly chuckle. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.” You said guiding him to the bedroom door. You opened it and entered with him holding onto your arm.

“No...I wanted to spend time with you.” He whined and you were shocked at seeing him like this. “Nope. You’re gonna rest and I’m gonna make you real food.” You said and pushed him slightly on the bed. His arms grabbed you and pulled you along with him. He sat at the edge of the bed, holding you in his arms as his head rested on your chest. Your hands went through his fluffy hair and he could’ve gone to sleep forever at that moment.

“Please don’t go. I want you to stay here.” He whined again and you were in such awe at the moment. He never acted like this, so it made you super happy at the moment. “I’m not going anywhere.” You reassured. He pulled you on the bed so you were both lying down. He wrapped his arms around your waist while you played with his hair. Feeling safe and secure, he let his mind drift into dreamland.

First Time He Realized He Wanted to Spend the Rest of His Life With You:

You were both going smoothly, and everything was a dream. You guys had a little bump here and there but it was nothing you guys couldn’t handle. He would always be by your side when you needed him to be, and if he was ever in trouble; no one would see him without you.

Falling in love with you was like slowly waking up for him. He can’t pick out a specific moment he knew exactly he was totally in love with you. But when he sits there every morning watching you eat or make breakfast, he realizes he can’t go one day without going through the routine.

You were there, eating some fruit and drinking water. Your mind was infatuated in a book or something on your phone, but he couldn’t focus on anything...just you. You looked so perfect to him, even with messy hair and no makeup. The little habits that he noticed but you didn’t want him too: how your nose twitches when you’re about to fall asleep, how you play your hands when you are nervous or in an awkward situation, or how your lip was always caught between your teeth when you were super focused and concentrated.

You hiccuped which brought his attention back to you. “You okay?” He asked and you nodded, taking a sip of water. “You okay too?” You asked and he nodded his head. “Of course.”

He needed this more than ever. He needed you more than ever...forever.

He sat there with his cheek resting in his hand as he watched you eat and continue doing whatever you were doing. He quickly snapped out of it and spoke, before confirming his current condition. “I’m doing just fine.”

First Time He Realized He Wanted to Start a Family:

He would never admit he wanted kids. You both had talked about it before...but are both scared to bring a life into this world...especially with the lives you both lived. You wanted a family, and he really wanted one...but you couldn’t bring a defenseless child into a world of guns and killing. It wouldn’t be fair for the child.

Doyoung was trying to reassure you that everything would be okay...but it wasn’t enough. When he went on missions, he had doubts himself that this isn’t the world he wants to raise his child in. You both needed to wait but till when? When was it safe enough?

You were going through hardcore baby fever and he wasn’t gonna show it...but he was too. From the stupid reality shows to the commercials on TV for a sale at the children’s store...he was silently fighting a battle within himself. But, it wasn’t until you actually started getting emotional that he decided to do something about it.

He marched down to Taeyong’s office and opened the door to the older looking over paperwork. “Oh sure...come in? I guess...” He said at the already intrusive man. “We need to talk, right now.” Doyoung said closing the door and sitting down in the chair in front of the desk.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Doyoung walked into the living room where you were currently sitting, watching a new-mother show. There were various emotions playing on your face as you watch the show. He walked with a purpose as he grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. “Hey!” You said standing up and pointing to the TV. “I was watching that!” you yelled and he didn’t say anything, but took your hand and dragged you to the bedroom.

“What’s going on?” You asked, not in the mood for anything. “You know how we've been talking about starting a family, right?” He asked and you got in a worse mood. “Yeah...” you breathed, not wanting to fight anymore. “Well, I-” “I don’t want to talk about it because it’s too sad. Just leave it alone.” You shook your head, trying to walk past him and out the bedroom door.

But he gently clotheslined you so you couldn’t leave. “Can you stop jumping to conclusions?” He asked and had a chuckle. “This isn’t funny, Youngie.” You said and pushed him lightly. “Yes, it is because you’re being pouty.” He said pinching your cheek.

You just looked up at him in shock that he was taking the topic so lightly. “Listen.” He said and took a breath. He shoved you a little so your knees hit the edge of the bed. You sat down, waiting for whatever he had to say. “I talked with Taeyong...and.” He started seriously, crouching down in front of you. “and?” you questioned. “And...” He sighed, and you just wanted to stop this conversation; to stop your heart breaking more...if that was even possible.

“...we’re discharged once you have your first positive test...” He said and you thought you would get whiplash from how fast you looked at him. “You’re kidding.” You said, hands coming to your chest; preparing for himself to say ‘psyche’. He smiled, taking a paper from his back pocket. He laid it on your lap.

BOSS NOTARIZED CALLING: I, Lee Taeyong , do declare that once y/n has her first positive conception test, her and her partner Kim Dongyoung will be discharged from any further missions and routine unless called upon in state of emergency.

Signed x: __Lee Taeyong__”

You squealed, throwing your arms around Doyoung; his arms instinctively wrapping around your legs. “Oh my gosh...this is happening.” You said and he laughed. “Yeah...we can be parents.” He couldn’t contain his smile anymore. He set you back down, and you looked at the paper more. He gently grabbed the paper and set it down on the dresser.

You were gonna object, but he stood in front of you. He chuckled and pushed you back on the bed, you lay flat on your back. You looked at him with a cocked eyebrow but he smirked. “Bosses orders.”

(I’m sorry! I swear I am an innocent bean! Ahhadfibfbidufnihbfvipfb)

First Time Unpacking:

You both tried and tried...and it finally happened. You were expecting. Taeyong planned both of your deaths and now it was a countdown (to other gangs and mafias, you both were ‘dead’ just so they wouldn’t bother you both anymore). The boys helped you pack up your apartment and move it to the new house far away from the base. They were upset to see you both go but excited there was going to be a baby. You had to reassure Donghyuck that he could come over and see the baby whenever he wanted...even if you guys said no, he wouldn’t have listened. “Omg, I’m gonna be the best uncle!” Hyuck said as he put the last box in the back of Doyoung’s car. “Nuh-uh. I am.” Jaemin said and it started a war in the Junior Forces League. “Guys! Shut up!” Mark said and the boys shut their mouths finally. “Yeah!” Taeyong said walking over to the younger members. “Everyone knows I’m gonna be the best uncle.” Taeyong said and it began another argument. You and Doyoung groaned, “Guys...fighting is bad for the baby’s and mother’s health.” Kun said breaking in between the boys. They all hushed but continued giving each other death glares.

Kun walked over, laying a hand over your stomach. “Thank you, Kun.” You thanked but he smiled it off. “No problem.” He smiled. “Just make sure if you need anything, to call me. I’m tired of babying the boys for their paper cuts.” Kun whispered and you laughed, nodding. “You got it.” You smiled.

Doyoung walked over to his closest friends and they all bounced on him, giving him hugs, back slaps, and fist bumps. “Can you not break him, please? He still needs to be able to function when the baby arrives.” You said and they died down on their roughness.

“Alright. You guys need to get going. Your “funerals” are about to begin.” Taeil said and you said your final farewells for now...until they showed up in 2 hours to help unpack at the new house. “They had so much unfinished work in this world,” Donghyuck said dabbing his fake tears with a handkerchief. “Damn you cruel world!” Hyuck screamed, throwing his fist into the air. Mark slapped him upside the head. “I will avenge your deaths!” He continued so Mark literally bounced onto the younger boy. You couldn’t help laughing with the rest of the boys.

“Stop! I was almost in character!” Donghyuck said starting a slap fight with his older. “Alright, we’ll see you guys later.” Doyoung said and helped you into the car. “Alright, bye bye. I’ll say nice words at your funeral!” Jaehyun reassured and you gave him a thumbs up. “50 bucks if you jump in the hole when we’re getting buried.” You said and he laughed.

Doyoung got in, and you both put on sunglasses and started your journey to the new chapter of life. Doyoung began driving and he subconsciously intertwined his and your hand. He continued the drive in the comfortable silence of the soft music playing in the background. You could only watch the passing scenery go from city to apartment, to suburb and rural. Both of you just stared at the house in awe. “Taeyong sure did say it was a BIG suprise.” He concluded as he turned the car off.

You chuckled as you and he got out. You both stood there, side by side, in absolute awe of the house. “I wanna do something that I didn’t get to do the night we got married.” He said and gave you no time for questions before he scooped you into his arms in a bridal style. He ran up the stairs and unlocked the door. “This is so stupid.” You laughed but he shushed you. “Romantic.” He corrected.

As soon as he walked in, he set you down and you were both in complete shock. “This...is so...huge.” You breathed and you felt arms wrap around your waist. “Only the best for the best.” He kissed your cheek.

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“NO JISUNG! YOU ARE NOT A SOCCER PLAYER, PUT THE VASE BACK ON THE TABLE!” You yelled in the middle of the chaos. Boys were running around, popping bubble wrap, yelling, and raiding the barely put together fridge.

“Mark!” You called for one of your closest friends. “Yes~,” He said popping up beside you, a case of dishes and bowls in his arms. “Get your boys, please. Put them in charge of bringing in the furniture...or set it up...or something.” You said and he nodded. He set the box down on the coffee table next to you. and put his finger and thumb in his mouth. Hands came over your ears before an ear bubbling whistle was rushed through Mark’s fingers.

“Jisung. Jeno. Put the vase back and help unload dishes. Renjun and Chenle, assemble the bed frame, please; instructions are in Mandarin. Jaemin and Hyuck set up the pictures around the living room. After that, come to me for another job.” Mark ordered, and like obedient dogs, they ran around you and the others, getting to work on their assigned tasks. “Thank you.” You said to Mark and he shrugged. “Don’t worry about it.” He said as he walked into the kitchen.

You look to see who saved you from the loud whistle and see Doyoung standing with you comfortingly. “What’s up, babe?” “Noth-” “GUESS WHO’S HERE AND BROUGHT BABY SUPPLIES?!” Someone screamed from the front door. Everyone in the house came to see who it was. Yuta stood in the door, his arms outstretched with endless bags strung on his arms. “Yuta!” You all gasped and ran towards him. Yet, once you reached Yuta, your arms were thrown around him and his around you. He swatted the other members away so you were the only one by him. “Be careful. You imbeciles.” Yuta said and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“I brought stuff to decorate the nursery.” He whispered and you nodded. “Thank you.” You smiled as you stood back. You helped take the bags and set them down. “Okay, you can now begin the dog pile.” You said and every single one of the boys jumped on the man. They all ended up on the floor, wrestling with each other as if it was to the death. You could see Doyoung and Taeyong going at each other and decided to take a picture of the whole scene. You would always want to keep this memory.

“Wow...dog piling without us?!” Someone else shouted from the entrance. Lucas, Sicheng, Ten, Yangyang, Xiaojun, and Hendrey stood there with bags of their own. All the boys yelled and got up, ready to attack the new group in hugs and welcome’s. “Wait!” Sicheng shouted and everyone came to a frozen stop.

“Let us say hello to y/n before you kill us, please.” He continued making his way through the crowd to where you were standing; the line of newly arrived boys behind him. “Y/n!” Sicheng called as he picked you up and twirled you around. “Sicheng!” You called back. “What are you guys doing here?!” You called looking at all the boys who were usually not stationed in Korea. “Well...we had to ‘pay our respects’ and you seriously thought we wouldn’t come to crash the house party?” He asked as he set you down. “Also, Kun was afraid of flying home by himself.” Lucas butted in. “AM NOT!” The older boy yelled from the frozen, statue-like bundle of people in the middle of the room.

The group erupted in some teasing and laughter. “Also, we heard Yuta was showing up so we thought, ‘why not get the whole family together?’” Ten said as he threw an arm around your shoulders. “Well...this is amazing.” You smiled at everyone. “Thank-you.” You finished.

“Alright, dog-pile resume.” You said walking into the kitchen as the yelling resumed. You smiled as you took out some ingredients to make dinner. “Ooo food.” Some of the members walked in, willing to help you with dinner. Kun and Donhyuck shooed you out of the kitchen so they could lead the others in making the food. “Don’t burn down the kitchen.” You warned Hyuck and he rolled his eyes. “IT WAS ONE TIME!”

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You walked into the nursery with Doyoung’s arm around your waist. “Woah~” Was all you say as you looked around the freshly painted and assembled nursery. Yuta and other members were wiping their foreheads of sweat, looking at the piece of art room like you were...in awe. “This is amazing.” Doyoung said holding a tiny bibb that was on a baby station. “It’s really happening.” You confirmed. He looked to see you there. He threw his arm around you and kissed the crown of your head. “But, we’re doing this together...and you’ll be an amazing mother.” He reassured you. You tip-toed and kissed his cheek. “And you’ll be an amazing father.” You reassured his own fears.

“Ew. Keep PDA to a minimum...please.” Johnny commented. You both turned toward them and continued the conversation.

“You guys did amazing...Thank-you.” You smiled and went up to the crib. You looked at the woodwork and just started laughing. “What?” Some were asking. “Yes, Yuta...it’s a competition...but you will be most memorable.” You remarked and everyone crowded around the piece of wood that held the crib together.

In beautifully engraved Japanese it read: “Yuta~~ The best of the uncles.” The fighting began until Kun called up the stairs that dinner was done. You all raced each other downstairs and to the kitchen. Beautiful food was laid out perfectly.

Everyone talked as you all ate. It was perfect.

You all sat in the dining room, all surrounded by the warmth of each other, and the soft chatter of different conversations was heard throughout. It was just all too picture perfect. Everything was perfect. “You okay, honey?” Doyoung asked, leaning over from the conversation he was having with Jeno and Jaehyn. “Of course...just...making memories.” You smiled and he kissed your cheek.

“So, thought of any names yet?” Renjun said sparking a conversation with you. “Nope. Not yet. I was gonna bring it up soon.” You said taking a sip of water. “Well, I bet whatever it is will be amazing.” He smiled, taking a bite of food.

“Thanks, hun.” You said messing up his hair. He laughed, refixing his hair and eating the rest of his food.

“I’d like to make a toast.” You said standing up. Everyone turned their attention towards you. “Make a toast to all of us. Thank you for being there. You all were a huge help not only today...but every day. It seriously won’t be the same without you guys here all the time.” you said and they listened as their mouths were glued shut from anticipation. “And I want you guys to always know that our door is always opened...” You began. “Unless it’s locked, then you just have to call.” They all laughed at the break of heartfelt emotions.

“But really...I really hope you all stay close and in the baby’s life. They’re going to need role models like you all.” You said and couldn’t help a ball forming in your throat. Doyoung’s hand found your lower back, rubbing soothing circles in order to give you the strength to finish. Some eyes became wet as your own did.

“And I hope you all continue to kick ass and be amazing like usual.” You said and some laughed as tears fell from their eyes. “I just hope we can all stay close and connected like we always have been. I wouldn’t trade this...you guys...for anything in the world.” You wiped the falling tear.

Some bitter-sweet smiles were seen through the room. “So let’s raise a glass to Family...” You said and Doyoung joined your side, wrapping an arm around your waist. You looked around the room at the faces that would never leave your mind for as long as you lived.

“Because you guys are home...”

(Not just directly Doyoung...but NCT as a whole. Lol sorry I got carried away)

First Time Parenting for Doyoung:

Your baby girl had Doyoung wrapped around her small and chubby finger. He had become such a huge softie for her once she was born. It was crazy to see, but it was true.

“Youngie...could you please go occupy y/d/n while I make her bottle?” You asked and he hesitated. “Uh...yeah.” He said and he walked up the stairs to entertain your daughter while you worked and had a little free time.

You could hear his quiet pep talk while walking up the stairs slowly. “You got this. She’s 1...she laughs at her own farts...you’re funnier than farts. You got this.” You laughed at our husband and continued the task at hand.

While you were going slowly, making sure to savor the sweet, tiny, quiet freedom you had, you still listened to the show going on over the baby monitor you turned on as soon as he began walking up the stairs.

The camera was set up in the corner of the baby’s room and looked over where she usually slept soundly and peacefully...for a very short amount of time.

You watched as Doyoung walked into the room slowly. “She’s not gonna bite you.” You murmured as you opened the formula. “She’s not gonna bite me,” Doyoung reassured himself and you couldn't help but laugh.

“Hello, pretty baby.” He cooed as he picked up her small body. She whined a little and fussed. “Sssshhh daddy’s here.” He reassured and started bouncing while holding her.

She eventually just quieted down while he talked about random things to her. “-that’s how I met your mommy...” he finished storytime when she became fussy again. “Oh, why are you crying?” He asked and saw the bunny ears.

He put them on and she began giggling. “You think this is funny?” He giggled along with her. She began getting fussy again. You stopped shaking the bottle when you heard Doyoung start to sing. “Can I lay by your side~~” He sang softly; the bunny ears still on his head. You crept up the stairs with the bottle in hand.

When you got closer to the room, you can hear his voice in reason. It was soft, sweet, and warm...like fresh honey. You swung the door open softly, and continued to watch him as he danced around the room with your little girl in his arms. The stupid bunny ears still crowning his natural dark hair. “I don’t want to be here-” He stopped once seeing you standing in the door. “Oh...ready already?” He asked and you nodded, coming over to where he stood. “Here, come here, honey.” You said walking over and taking the baby from his arms.

You tried to put the bottle into her mouth, but she wiggled and started crying. Her small hands were in fists as you tried to find something that was wrong. Yet, you couldn’t. “Here, let me help.” Doyoung said as he tried to take his ears off. But you stopped him. Once the ears got her attention, she had stopped crying for a second.

“Wait. Keep those on.” You said and he just slowly put them on his head again. “O-okay?” He said and left them on his head. He grabbed the little bundle and soon enough, the crying stopped completely; her mouth being occupied with a warm bottle.

“Oh...well that was easy.” You shrugged. “Alright, remember to burp her and cradle her to sleep.” You stood on your toes and kissed his cheek. “You should wear these more often.” You winked while flicking a single bunny ear.

“Wait.” He said as he watched you scurry out of the room; realizing he was set up. But once he looked back down at the baby, he melted one again. “You’re so pretty.” He said softly after watching the little girl for a little while.

“Just like your mommy.” He said and you stood there, still looking in from the secludedness of behind the door. Yet, you knew he would be okay with you walking away. So you did, leaving him and the bundle of joy slow dancing in the middle of the room.

well...I hope you enjoyed at least one of these. Let us know if you want to see another one of these....you probably don’t though, I’m so sorry for this isdfwubfidbf!!!&^#&^*YUHyfbudhfb&%%gt^*#8

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nobodyeverasked · 5 years

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radiance; bang chan

(1550 words) - small

Summary: It takes one star to make the dark seem a whole lot lighter.

A/N: Allllright, this person has been waiting so loooong~ and I’m sosososo sorry 😭! I really need to get myself a schedule at this point. My writing skills have been absolutely abolished, but please bear with me. I hope you enjoy! 💛

The thick sheets of nightfall were pulled over Chan’s studio by the languid hands of the moon, his exhausted sighs and lethargic gaze blending with the desk light that bore into his vision. Piles of notes and lyrics embroidering his once clean desk with brands of half-hearted creativity and symphonies of drained groans painting artworks of drowsiness on the walls of his and his younger boyfriend’s - Y/N’s - house.

Chan stretched out of the office chair for who knows how many hours, the clock that sat on the corner of his desk turned around in a desperate attempt to focus. He did not even have to look outside at the abyssal night sky in order to see that he has stayed in his cramped, stuffy studio for way too long. The only images that ever manifested within his head were him buried in a mountain of warm duvets, Y/N’s hushed, delicate breaths fanning on the older’s chest.

Chan looked outside at the driveway, only to see the dark asphalt stained with the ivory lambencies of Y/N’s car headlights. The images of the younger’s smile only made the older’s wider, burning anticipation scorching his heart and leaving a trail of joyous embers behind Chan as he ran downstairs to greet his baby.

“Hello…?” An echo of greetings loomed in the front entrance, Y/N’s small form stepping through the door to be welcomed by the warmth of his home, the smell of Chan’s cologne still pungent on his hoodie as he kicked off his shoes and walked further across the dark-wood floors. The thin, black glasses that rested on the bridge of the younger’s nose capturing the flames of adoration that still swelled in the house since the morning. “Babe, I’m home-” Y/N gasped as arms swiftly enveloped his modest frame, a chest meeting Y/N’s cheek and the frenetic breaths of satisfaction blowing whirlwinds between the locks of the younger’s hair.

“Hi.” Chan’s whispers tumbled down Y/N’s cheeks as he peppered the latter’s face with small, joyful pecks, the stress that seemed to defile the older’s happiness feeling foreign among his skin when Y/N’s fingers interlaced with his.

“Hi, babe, you seem happy.” Y/N chuckled airily, the warm currents of alleviation that squeezed his shoulders and weaved through his hair mingling with his breath before he clasped his lips on the older’s, the radiating joyousness piercing through the sky and creeping through the windows in strips of pale moonlight festering the embers floating around their pressed chests.

“Now that you’re here, I am. I was freaking swamped, like you have no idea.” Chan carded his fingers through the younger’s hair as he traced delicate kisses along Y/N’s jawline, letting a deep sigh push past his rose lips as he realized that his stack of paper was still inches high, and his thoughts were still undeveloped. “I need a break…”

“Well then, let’s do whatever you want!” The younger planted a chaste kiss onto Chan’s lips, the sweet poisons of undying affection infecting his tongue with theirs brushed together for a swift moment. Y/N lead the older to the front door that he just came through, leaving the alleviating warmth of their cream walls and enveloping themselves in the crisp moonlight and the delicate breezes of the aging twilight. “Come on!”

“Oh… I needed this… Wanna go to the park, babe?” Chan wrapped his arm around the small-framed shoulders of his boyfriend, a gentle torridity melding with their locked gazes as their smiles lit up the abyssal night sky, the violet drapes of midnight parting for the light of their happiness. Y/N nodded in response, with a bright grin embellishing his upturned lips. Taking in the alluring scent of Chan’s cologne, the younger wedged himself into his boyfriend’s side, reveling in the warmth that wrapped around his shoulders and the soft kisses that were adorning the top of his head with every few steps they made on their way to the park. The moonlight followed in their footsteps as they inched down the ash grey sidewalk that was glazed by the faint lambencies of the night, their breaths entangling themselves in the melodies of silence that coalesced with the sky.

“You know, I’ve wanted to go to the park forever now, I’m glad we finally get to.” Y/N played with the sleeves of Chan’s hoodie that fell loosely over his body, the frigid breaths of the night-time sky convulsing around the warmth that spread around the boys as they walked slowly along the sidewalk. Chan’s words were outshone by his smile, a fragile silence laying over the boys, the older basking in the delicate symphonies of the younger’s voice.

“Me too… I love you so much, you’re really helping me you know.”

“Really?”

“Of course babe!” Chan brought Y/N to his chest, his arms wrapping around the younger’s shoulders while he whispered into his boyfriend’s hair. Faint aromas of citrus making him smile into the small pecks that he laid on Y/N’s head. “You make me feel so amazing, all the time. You’re my hero, my light, you always know how to make me feel better - and feel happy.”

“I’m glad I can make you feel better, babe, I really am. I don’t wanna see you stressed out… Ever…”

“When you’re around, that’ll never happen.”

The midnight breeze interlaced with their steps, the wisps of pale moonlight guiding the boys along the ashen pavement - their hands interlocked, and their hums of satisfaction forming cacophonies of compassion.

“Why did the manager hire the marsupial?”

“What…?” Chan looked down to lock eyes with his boyfriend, an eager gaze lit ablaze with whirlpools of radiant joviality. The currents of the mellowing twilight wrapped around the branches of the trees. Variegated leaves and the euphonies of the forest-life caressing the violet drapes of the evening clouds and mingling with the stirring of the boys’ pleasant silence. The words that rolled absentmindedly off of Y/N’s tongue already carving minute smiles on both of their faces, and heating the scorching knot of adoration that surged between their interlaced fingers. “Baby, don’t you-”

“Because he was ‘koala-fied’!”

“Oh my God, Y/N, seriously? Those Aussie jokes are so lame…” Chan shook his head at the sound of Y/N’s gentle laughter, the howls of the autumn breeze playing with their hair and catching the older’s slight chuckle.

“Come on, I know you liked that one.” Y/N grabbed both of Chan’s hands, swaying them back and forth before he veered off the rough gravel path that they were following, their bodies being pulled by the sight of a small playground.

“Did I?”

“Yes, yes you did.” The younger cackled as he saw the corners of Chan’s smile lift up even more, his unsheathed admiration and happiness burning brighter at the sight of Y/N’s small frame enveloped in his hoodie, and the younger's grin that shone brighter than the canopies of stars that covered the night sky. “What kind of music do kangaroos listen to?”

“Y/N-”

“Hip-hop!” Y/N cackled as he could hear the facepalm from his boyfriend from atop the playground, his eyes tracking the small metal bridge that laid ahead of him.

“Babe-”

“Australians don’t have sex, Australians mate….”

“I. Will. Choke you…”

“Uh-huh, sure you will.” Y/N jumped to the monkey bars, sitting on top of the rungs of the cool, yellow metal. Watching with a lovestruck gaze as Chan sauntered over to him. “I mean, you can try, I’m down for anything, mate.”

“I swear…” Chan played with Y/N’s leg and foot that hung over the monkey bars, his smile growing bigger when he saw Y/N lock his knees onto the bar, flipping upside down to meet the older’s gaze. “I love you so much, you little bean…” Chan cupped the younger’s overturned cheeks, pressing their foreheads together. The ivory lambencies of the aging dusk dripped off their bodies, melting in the sweltering presence of their paramount admiration.

“I love you more, babe.”

Chan clasped his lips onto Y/N’s, the heat that spread between their softly brushing lips and the torridness of their cheeks festering the firestorm of devotion that brushed over their bodies and sparked their spellbound stares. Their lips harmonized with their languid touches, the crisp, autumn moonlight setting the spotlight for their silent dance over the grass. Large pale fingers tilted the younger’s chin up, angling his head down and tying a tighter knot between their seamlessly pulsating lips. The intermixture of low hums of utter satisfaction and sweltering breaths strummed a symphony of euphoric ardency, the embers of radiant passion that shone around them contorting to their tapestry of amity.

“Spiderman would be so jealous…” Chan pulled back, watching as Y/N flipped back up and jumped off the monkey bars, falling into the older’s arms that instantly coiled around his waist.

“He better be.” They both laughed as they swayed to the sonatas of the abyssal night, mingling breaths of torrid adulation heating their cheeks and drawing their bodies closer together, scorching chains binding their hearts to the rhythm that spread through their gentle, ardent touches.

“How do you always manage to make my day?”

“It’s a gift I guess.”

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breanime · 5 years

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In Sickness

Requests: can you write Billy being sick and the reader (trying) to take care of him because obviously he is a real ass when he’s sick and he doesn’t want her to see her like (because he feels like shit) but in the end he’s all sleepy and he strangely becomes cuddly and sweet from @delicatelilyflower and Billy Russo showing vulnerability in the form of embarrassment from @suchatinyinfinity

Thanks guys, I hope you enjoy!

*gif not mine*

It had been over 48 hours since you’d heard from Billy, and you were starting to get worried. The last time he’d disappeared for so long had been after a stint overseas with Anvil, and when you finally tracked him down you found that he head been shot…twice. So, you had a reason to be worried.

“Ah, Y/N,” Frank sighed on the other end of the phone, “you know how Bill is. When he’s down, he likes to be alone. He doesn’t want to trouble you.”

“So he is hurt?” You grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder. “What happened? And don’t lie to me, Frankie, I don’t have the patience.”

You heard Frank chuckle on the other end of the phone. “I would never. Maybe just drop by his place and see for yourself.”

Typical Frank—but his advice was decent, so you headed over to Billy’s penthouse. You had been friends with Frank and Billy since their Marine days. There was something lingering between you and Billy, some kind of unspoken thing that you both were well aware of. You wouldn’t go so far as to say the two of you were an item, but you did sleep together, and Billy did take you out on dates, but… You weren’t dating. Still, he was your emergency contact on all of your official paperwork, and you had a key to his place—which you used now.

“Billy?” You called out, closing the door behind you. His coat was laying on the couch haphazardly, as if he had thrown it off in a hurry—something he rarely ever did. There was a blanket on the floor, and a half-empty water bottle on the table. “Billy? It’s me,” you peeked into the kitchen and sighed. It was in a state of disarray that only meant Billy wasn’t his usual self. A cabinet was open, revealing a lack of groceries, and there was an uneaten bowl of chicken noodle soup on the kitchen table. You checked for any signs of blood or bandages as you made your way to Billy’s room and found none. Your mind brought of images of broken bones, cuts and bruises as you turned the corner. What you saw was….

…Billy curled up in bed like a koala surrounded by boxes of tissue, water bottles, and take-out boxes. He sat up when he saw you, and you couldn’t help the little “oh” that came out of your mouth at the sight of him. His dark hair was mushed and standing up at all angles, and his eyes were low and watery. He was wearing a zip-up hoodie with no shirt underneath, and as you got closer, you could see that his cheeks were flushed, and he was shivering.

“Y/N?” His voice was rough, and he cleared his throat. “What’re you doing here?”

“I’ve been calling,” you noticed his phone on the dresser, “You’re sick.”

Billy scoffed as he struggled to sit up. “”M fine,” his New York accent was thicker than usual, and you could tell his nose was stuffed up, “Didn’t hear my phone go off.”

“That’s cause it’s all the way over here,” you picked his phone up and waved it at him before putting it back, “How long have you been sick?”

“”M not,” he huffed, pulling his hoodie over his chest, “’M just…” He coughed into his forearm, “”M just a little off. It’s fine.” His eyes narrowed as he watched you strip your jacket off. “What’re you doing?”

“That depends, where do you want me to start?” You asked, laying your jacket on the back of a chair. “Cleaning up or getting you some medicine? Have you been to the doctor yet?”

“I don’t need a doctor, I can take care of myself.” You could tell he was breathing out of his mouth, not his nose. “I don’t need you here.”

“Clearly,” you deadpanned, “What with the stuffy nose, shakes, and assumed fever, you’re a picture of independence.” You thought back on what his living room looked like. “You catch something at work?”

“Couple of the guys came down with a fever after a mission,” he answered, “I gave ‘em time off, but they wouldn’t take it.” He sniffled again. “It’s possible I might have caught something from them.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and instead went over to Billy to feel his forehead. He flinched when you put your hand out. “Don’t be a baby,” you clicked your tongue when you felt the heat of his skin, “Where do you keep your thermometer?”

“Don’t have one.” Billy pushed your hand away and fell back against the pillow. “Been feelin’ like this for two days,” he coughed again, “it’s almost done. Gimme another day an’ I’ll be fine.”

“Not gonna happen, soldier,” you were already moving around his room, straightening up, “If you won’t go to a doctor, I’ll take care of you myself. When was the last time you had something to eat?”

“Fuck off, Y/N.”

Now you did roll your eyes. Billy would have to try harder if he wanted to scare you away. “Fuck you, Russo. Now answer the question.”

He huffed, but answered you nonetheless. “Tried to eat last night,” he sniffled, “I have soup in the kitchen.”

“Yeah,” you piled another blanket on Billy’s bed, “You have that terrible canned stuff. I’ll make you some soup.” You dug in your purse and pulled out a couple of Tylenol PMs. “Here,” you watched him dry swallow the medicine and went back to tidying up.

“’M fine,” Billy was slinking back into his bed now, “the canned stuff is good,” he pulled the extra blanket up to his chin, “You can just go home, Y/N.”

“Mm hmm,” you went to the windows and started pulling the blinds down.

“I don’t need anyone takin’ care of me,” Billy was turning to lay on his side, and his words were muffled by the pillow, “’specially not you.”

“Right,” you turned the ceiling fan on low and let its soft hum lull Billy to sleep. It didn’t take long, he mumbled something that sounded like “leave me alone” before he dissolved into soft snores and the occasional cough.

You made your way into the kitchen and took a look around. It was sparse, but there were just enough ingredients for you to whip up a pot of homemade chicken noodle soup. You contemplated running to the store for more supplies, but you weren’t comfortable leaving Billy to his own devices—unconscious or not. So, you put in an order for a grocery delivery and went back to cleaning. Frank texted asking for an update and you replied: He’s being a little bitch, so I’m making him soup. Frank sent you back a laughing emoji, and you chuckled as you put your phone in your back pocket. You checked the soup and sat down at the table. You weren’t sure what kind of mood Billy would be in when he woke up, but you wouldn’t let him scare you off.

Billy didn’t wake up for another three hours. You ended up dozing on the couch and woke up to a warm hand gently brushing your cheek. You opened your eyes to see Billy, wrapped in the blanket you’d put on him, staring down at you.

His eyes still looked a little blurry and his nose was red, but he wasn’t shaking anymore. “You’re still here.” He said, his voice soft in the open room.

“Well yeah,” you sat up and rubbed your eyes, “I made you soup and got some groceries—what are you doing in here?” You didn’t wait for him to respond before you hustled him off the couch and back into bed. His forehead was still warm when you touched it. “I’m gonna heat the soup up and grab you some tea, I want you to eat as much as you can, and oh,” you grabbed a bottle from where you’d placed it on his dresser earlier and poured some thick, red liquid into a cup, “drink this.”

“What is this?” He asked, picking up the container and squinting at the label.

“Medicine,” you pulled out a food tray (a gift you got him a few months ago that was mostly for you) and placed it on his lap, “I want to see that cup empty by the time I get back.”

Billy—for once—didn’t say anything back, so you went and prepared his soup. You added honey to the tea and brought him an extra bottle of water as well. The cup was empty when you got back, and Billy was fussing with the bedsheets.

“Now before you start,” you placed the soup and tea on his tray, “this was my grandmother’s recipe so it’s really good, and the tea is that good shit, not that brown water crap Frank is always trying to feed us.”

Billy made a choking sound that you took for laughter. He cleared his throat and moved some pillow out of the way. “Wanna sit?”

Your eyebrows shot up, but you didn’t question the invitation. You slipped under the covers next to Billy, feeling just a tad bit giddy.

He lifted the spoon to his lips and paused. He turned to you. “Want a taste?”

You giggled and leaned forward, sipping the warm broth. You grinned as you sat back. “Trying to test for poison?” You joked.

Billy sighed, putting his spoon down. “I deserve that. Look, Y/N, ‘m sorry I was bein’ a dick, I…” He looked away from you. “”M not used to people takin’ care of me.”

“Aw,” you ran your fingers through Billy’s messy hair, “you don’t have to apologize, I get it. And I’m happy to help, Billy.” You watched him try the soup. His eyes closed and your grin widened. “Good?”

“Mm,” he nodded, “Shit. This is really good, Y/N.” You felt a spark of glee go through you at the compliment and leaned in closer to Billy. The two of you sat in bed together, as Billy slowly ate his food and drank his tea, watching horrible reality TV and arguing over which one of you Curtis liked best. Billy ate most of the soup and drank all of his tea, and he tried to help you clean up afterward—but you wouldn’t let him. You put the dishes in the dishwasher and came back to see Billy lying down with the covers wrapped around him. He looked adorable.

You climbed into bed with him and caressed his forehead. “Do you need anything?” You asked, voice low.

He looked up at you, eyelashes fluttering against his sleepy, dark eyes. “Can…” He sniffled, and you almost melted. “…Can you hold me?”

You thought your cheeks would burst with how big you smiled. “C’mere, baby.”

You wrapped your arms around Billy, pulling his warm head to your chest and running your fingers through his hair just the way he liked. He put his arms around your waist and sighed happily. “I don’t want you to go.”

“I’m not going anywhere, baby.”

“I want you to stay,” he went on, sniffling, “an’ I want to take care of you next…I want to take care of you forever.”

You chuckled. “You’re delirious, babe.”

“I’m serious,” he looked up at you with an honest to God pout on his face, “You… I want you…You’re my…” He groaned, snuggling in closer to you. “”M too tired, you know what I mean.”

You did know what he meant, and it made you feel another wave of sweet warmth go through you. “Mm hmm,” you agreed, running a hand down his back, “me too, baby.”

“Mm,” he closed his eyes, “I like when you call me baby… Let’s take a nap, baby.”

“Okay,” you kissed the top of his head and he sighed happily, “sweet dreams, baby.”

Billy dozed off in your arms, and while you weren’t necessarily happy that he wasn’t feeling well, you had to admit; holding him like that, taking care of him, and hearing his soft, unsure utterances just felt right…

…even if you woke up with a cold the next morning.

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