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April 10, 20XX. FRIDAY
You didn't do bars.
You didn't drink alcohol.
Yet here you were, tucked away in the corner of the bar, scrolling through your phone and waiting for time to hurry up and get to the point where you were in bed.
Your friends had invited you out. Mostly to get you out of the house. Otherwise you would be at home, buried under a blanket with a novel. And apparently that wasn't acceptable today.
You sighed, shifted slightly, glancing at the time. It had barely moved a minute. You were only an hour in and already you were over it.
“Designated driver?”
You looked up from your screen, and you could have sworn you felt time stop.
A guy with fluffy black hair, wearing a black tshirt, and thick rimmed glasses stood across from you. Towel thrown over his shoulder. To say he was attractive was putting it mildly. You briefly clocked his muscular arms.
You stared at him.
He leaned forward, “You the designated driver?”
You cleared your throat, “Uh no. No, just here with friends.”
He looked at the empty seat next to you, “Invisible?”
“Uh, no. No, they're,” you gestured vaguely into the crowd, “around.”
He looked into the crowd then back to you, “Want anything?”
“I don't drink alcohol.”
He shrugged, “Okay.”
“Oh. Uh. Sure.”
“Coming right up,” he moved down the bar, taking another patron's order.
He had no right being this handsome, you thought to yourself. Before you stared too long, you went back to your phone.
“Here you go,” he said, placing the glass in front of you, “club soda with a lime.”
You muttered your thanks, took a sip and watched as he went back down the line of the bar. Okay, so maybe this night wasn't too bad?
Two more hours passed, the crowd thinned out, your friends finally gathered themselves and you called an Uber for you all to pile into.
The man nodded your way, wishing you and your friends to get home safe.
April 17, 20XX FRIDAY
Same bar.
Same friends.
Same bartender.
Not that you noticed.
Because you didn't.
And you definitely did not notice him as he walked towards you, “Back again?”
You nodded, “Y-yeah.” Were you able to speak without stuttering? The rate these ‘conversations’ were going you thought not.
“Want a drink?”
“Sure but -.”
“No alcohol, I remember.”
“Oh, right,” mentally kicking yourself. Could you sound any more pathetic?
Moments later, he came back, setting the glass in front of you, “Sprite and pineapple juice.”
You thanked him, took a sip and nodded, “That's not half bad.”
“I'm kinda good at my job.”
“Is this the part where I tell you my sad life story and you give me advice?”
He grinned, “And if you want me to beat up a guy I'll do that too.”
“Bodyguard and bartender?”
“Sure.”
You laughed, “Okay, deal.”
He held out his hand, “Changbin at your service.”
You shook his hand, introducing yourself.
He repeated your name softly and then he was called away.
Your friends decided to end their night early, the vibes were off, they claimed.
You briefly looked back to Changbin as you exited out the door, thinking that for you the vibes were starting to become something.
May 1, 20XX FRIDAY
You hadn't spent two weeks thinking about Changbin.
You were fairly certain he didn't own anything other than black. Which you were perfectly fine with.
Not that you thought about him.
Same corner spot.
He half waved, you smiled back.
It was a slow night.
He stayed nearby, checking in.
“Do you have those tiny umbrellas?”
He nodded, “Absolutely. Pink or yellow?”
“You decide.”
He handed you a glass of a bright blue drink with a pink umbrella. “One Blue Lagoon.”
“Didn't think you'd be a pink kinda guy.”
“I'm full of surprises.”
The conversation flowed easily. When your friends gathered you, you found yourself hating having to leave.
He smiled at you, “See you next time.”
It wasn't a question but a statement.
May 19, 20XX TUESDAY
He was wearing a white dress shirt.
Sleeves rolled to his elbows.
Black waistcoat.
You weren't going to make it through the night at this rate.
“Shirley Temple, black umbrella.”
“Isn't this a kid's drink?”
“Hey, it's a classic.” he nodded to the crowd, “How come you don't join your friends?”
You shrugged, “It's not really my scene.”
“And yet here you are.”
“Here I am.”
He leaned forward, resting his arms on the bar, “What's your comfortable place then?”
“It's stupid.”
“Try me.”
“A library. Or a coffee shop. Some place I can read.”
He nodded, “Sounds nice.”
“I'm kinda lame.”
“I don't think so.”
You paused, what were you to say to that? Instead you made a vague hmm sound and stared at your drink just to give yourself something to do.
Your friends called for you, being less than subtle about when you were going to ask for his number.
You could feel the flush immediately spread across your face. “Uh, sorry about that. I'm not really. I mean.”
“Would it be easier if I ask for your number?”
“Sorry, what?”
He pulled out his phone, sliding it over, “Can I have your number?”
“Why?”
“Why not?”
“I don't drink.”
“I know.”
“I like to stay home.”
“Okay.”
“I'm not looking for a relationship.” Sure, you were attracted to him. But truly? You didn't have it in you for a relationship. Past experiences taught you as much. You were high maintenance. You had too high standards. You had baggage. Trauma. You name it, you had it. You weren't what anyone was looking for in a partner.
“How about a friend?”
You hesitated. “Friends.”
May 23, 20XX SATURDAY
Your phone pinged.
Changbin: > Your favorite bartender checking in.
You smiled. > You're the only bartender I know.
Changbin: > Good. Keep it that way.
You shook your head at yourself.
May 27, 20XX WEDNESDAY
Changbin > I'm off work today. Want to meet up at the coffee shop on 8th Avenue?
> Buy me a scone and I'll be there.
Changbin > I'll buy you two.
September 16, 20XX WEDNESDAY
Texts turned into calls.
Calls turned into meeting up at restaurants and coffee shops.
Then you were at his apartment.
He came to yours.
You shared memes and bad jokes back and forth.
You propped your feet on his lap, watching cheesy horror movies. He laughed at your jokes. You rolled your eyes when he acted cute. He listened to your never ending love for matcha. You listened to his stories from the bar.
It was easy. It wasn't a chore.
And at the same time, it was causing you so much ache. Did you want more?
“I have a date tomorrow.” You sighed, kicking your feet slightly. It was the routine evening call. He was on break. You could hear the muffled sounds of the bar in the background.
“I see you're not thrilled about this.”
“I don't want a relationship.”
“Then don't go?”
You shrugged, “My friends will not give up. They're determined.”
Silence. You looked at the screen. The call was still connected.
“Bin, you there?”
“I could fake date you.”
“What?”
“I could help you out. You're comfortable around me.”
“They wouldn't believe it.”
“We could do it.”
“Wait, what?”
“It would get them off your case, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay so, done. You're coming in a couple days, right?”
“Yeah.”
“See you then.”
You said your goodbyes.
You stared at your phone.
What just happened?
September 19, 20XX SATURDAY
“Hey, babe.”
You startled at first, before sitting down in your usual spot.
“Hey….”
“Arnold Palmer.”
“No umbrella?” Your fingertips brushed his and you tried not to think too much about it. Why was this affecting you? Two nights ago you were sharing each other's ice cream.
He leaned forward, “You gotta earn it. You know what I like.”
He nodded to your friends, “Ladies.”
You stared into your drink, trying and failing not to smile.
The night went on. He checked in, lingering glances, lingering touches. You leaned into it, finding yourself getting lost in him.
“Want to play pool?” He had just finished wiping down the bar and tables. Your friends lingered.
“I don't know how.”
“I can show you.”
He set up the table, handing you a cue, “I think we need to really sell this.”
“You gonna stand behind me and show me how to shoot pool like in some K-drama?”
“Obviously.”
He played his turn. Setting his cue against the table before coming to stand behind you. His chest against your back. His arms over yours as he guided your actions. His warm breath tickled against your skin. Your breath caught. The balls went into pockets. He lingered.
“You're a natural.”
“You're good at selling this.”
“I'm just getting started.”
September 22, 20XX TUESDAY
Changbin: > I'm going to wear dark blue tonight.
> I'm honestly surprised your entire closet isn't just black.
Changbin: > I like to surprise you.
September 24, 20XX THURSDAY
Changbin's hand rested on your lower back, guiding you through the crowd. He kissed your temple, as you settled in your seat.
“You're being a bit much,” you muttered.
“This is me holding back.”
There was a promise there.
And part of you wanted to see it come true.
September 26, 20XX SATURDAY
He draped his jacket over your shoulders, kissing the top of your head.
“Is this more stuff you've learned from K-drama?”
“Babe, give me a rainy day and I'll basically be a male lead.”
September 27, 20XX SUNDAY
The guy was being pushy. No two ways around it. You sighed, “Look, no means no.”
He shrugged, “C'mon, sweetheart.”
The bar was busy. Changbin going between tables and the bar itself.
You stood, attempting to put distance between yourself and the moron when his hand gripped your wrist, “Hey, where you going?”
“Hands off.”
Changbin stood by you, arm around your waist, the other gripping the man's arm, “Get out before I call the cops.”
The guy huffed, “Bodyguard?”
“And Boyfriend.”
You felt yourself lean against him, watching as the man gave up and walked out.
October 15, 20XX THURSDAY
Changbin had texted you a few moments ago, making sure you were still comfortable with that evening's events.
A fancy birthday party that required a dress code of black and red.
You, wearing a pitch black dress. Off the shoulder, full skirt. Dark red heels. Changbin, deep red dress shirt and black slacks.
Double checking your reflection before you answer the door to find Changbin, bouquet of pink tulips in hand.
At the party, he silently checked in. His fingers finding yours. A kiss to your temple. Deep laughs as you swore at your heels.
October 20, 20XX TUESDAY
“All I'm saying is that in real life, no one leans against the doorway like that in a natural manner.” Changbin paused the movie, “That doesn't look natural.”
“How would you do it?”
“It's a doorway. How is that even an attractive thing to do?”
“How would you do it?”
He shook his head, “You're into this, aren't you?”
“Bin, how would you do it?”
He sighed, but you caught the smile he couldn't hide. “Fine.” He cleared his throat, “wait you need to be a part of this.” He pulled you up from the couch, with his hands on your hips guiding you against the doorway. “Okay so you're there.” One hand resting against your hip, his other arm braced above you. Faces inches apart. Your breathing hitched. He licked his lips.
He smiled, “Okay, I stand corrected.”
“Doorways.”
“Who knew.” His eyes darted to your lips.
The oven timer went off.
And the moment passed.
October 31, 20XX SATURDAY
He was over at your apartment. A few of your friends had joined in. Popcorn in hand as you plugged in your switch.
“As long as you don't pick Yoshi, we're fine. But I will beat you all.” You handed him the other controller.
The floor was a scattered mess of bowls and candy wrappers. Scanning the room briefly you wondered where to sit when Changbin made the decision for you. Pulling you into his lap, resting his hands across your lap, his chin propped on your shoulder.
You found yourself leaning into him, feeling as if this was the most natural of places to be.
You saw your friends pass knowing glances amongst themselves.
November 9, 20XX MONDAY
Changbin: > image
> Did you just send me a gym selfie?
Changbin: > welcome to the gun show
> I can't with you.
You immediately saved it.
December 13, 20XX SUNDAY
You laughed more easily these days. You relaxed. You felt comfortable in ways you hadn't felt before. The bar became your place of comfort.
Your friends had left an hour ago. Changbin had insisted he would take care of you. Your friends cat called and offered condoms from their bags.
“I need to sweep the floors. Here,” he hoisted you onto the bar. You felt a flutter as he stood between your legs. He pointed, “Be good and stay.”
“Yeah? Or what?”
He smirked, “You really want to go there?”
You blinked, suddenly realizing that you were alone and feeling ridiculous. “They're gone, you know.”
“Okay.” he didn't break eye contact with you.
“So you don't have to do this.” You made to slide off the bar as Changbin placed his hands on the bar around you, keeping you there.
“I want to do this.”
“This,” you motioned between the two of you, “isn't real.”
“It could be.”
“Bin.” This wasn't the first time this conversation had taken place. You had thought you had put an end to it. Clearly not.
“I'm being serious.”
You sighed, “I can't. You know that.”
“Can't what? Allow yourself this?”
You shrugged looking off to the side. His hand cupped your chin, making you face him. “Tell me you don't feel the same. That you don't have this rush when we talk. When we call and text. When you're next to me. Your breathing changes when I'm near. I see you reach for me.”
“Bin.”
“My apartment is empty when you're not there. I check my phone to be sure it isn't silent. I am constantly finding more drinks that don't contain alcohol. At this rate, we're cycling back around to the beginning.”
You said nothing. What was there to say?
“I know what they did to you. And you know me.”
You swallowed. Past relationships of the two of you had been discussed at length. His, full of women that didn't understand him. Yours, mental and physical abuse.
“Bin, you deserve better than me.”
“You're everything I want.”
Silence stretched between the two of you. The hum of the lights. The rain against the windows.
You closed your eyes, imagining it. And you found yourself agreeing, he felt right being in your life. You knew reality was different from the movies. The books. The dramas. And you found yourself wanting to know what it would be like to have him consistently there.
You took a breath.
Opened your eyes.
And kissed him.
December 24, 20XX THURSDAY
“Hypothetically,” he slowed down at a red light, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on your knee, “do we require mistle toe to kiss?”
“No?”
He grinned, “Excellent.” He leaned over and quickly kissed your lips as the light turned green.
January 4, 20XX MONDAY
“You know, I would've expected black sheets from you.” You pulled back the blankets, settling in.
Changbin put his glasses on the nightstand, “Maroon is a nice color.” He almost sounded offended.
January 7, 20XX THURSDAY
The sunlight started to pour into the bedroom. You were half awake but still aware of Changbin next to you.
A rustle of sheets, his arm low across your stomach, he kissed your shoulder, “Happy birthday.”
“Don't remind me.”
“I had plans for today.”
“Hmmm.”
“It's your Thursday Present.”
“What's that?”
“A present that you only get on Thursdays.”
“Which is?”
He kissed below your jawbone, “We could start the day with you making those soft whines.”
He kissed your collarbone, “have waffles.”
He kissed you softly on the lips, “then I can hear you with those low moans.”
He lightly bit your neck, “then lunch.”
He shifted, pulling you tighter against him, making sure you knew how hard he was already, “For dessert I'll eat you out.”
His hand lowered to the inside of your thigh stroking you softly, “I booked a restaurant for dinner. Then I'll make you scream my name afterwards.”
You arched your back into him, “I'm barely awake and you're already making me wet.”
He sighed against your ear, “Good, we can get started right away.”
January 10, 20XX SUNDAY
You sat on the edge of the bed..
You faced the dresser mirror.
Red lace underwear.
Changbin's black Henley.
Legs spread open.
Lifted the corner of his shirt just enough to show the underside of your breast and that there was nothing underneath.
You snapped the photo.
Hit send.
Changbin: > I'll see you in a few hours. You stay right there. We're gonna make the neighbors file a noise complaint.
January 16, 20XX SATURDAY
Your hand buried in his hair, your other arm gripping onto his shoulder.
His necklace rests against your throat.
He's inside you, hitting those spots just right.
Pulling out just enough before having his hips meet yours. His rhythm is relentless.
“I need more. God, don't stop.”
You had muttered it.
Or he had.
“Look at me when you fall apart.”
And you did.
February 1, 20XX MONDAY
“This is the stupidest thing to fight over.” He ran his hands across his face, sitting across the dining room table.
“And yet, here we are.” You crossed your arms, “here we are.”
He glared at you, “Are we seriously doing this?”
“We sure are.”
He stared, his jaw muscle flexing, “Okay.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.” He shifted in his seat, “I'll sleep on the couch.”
“Nonsense you'll sleep next to me like always.”
He paused, “Aren't we fighting?”
“Yes but I still need you nearby.”
February 11, 20XX THURSDAY
“It's too cold for this,” you muttered, stomping the snow off your boots on the porch before going in the front door.
Changbin shut the door behind you, “I have an idea.”
“The last time we showered together we almost fell in the bathtub.”
“Practice makes perfect.”
“Is this my Thursday Present?”
“Absolutely.”
March 9, 20XX TUESDAY
You hadn't had a panic attack like this in years. The sobs were loud, body wrecking.
Changbin clutched you closer against him, “You're safe. You're safe here. I got you. I'm right here.”
High pitched wails.
No words, just cries.
“I got you. I got you.”
Eventually, your breathing became normal. You hiccuped like a small child. Changbin pulled you away from him, smoothing your hair, wiping your tears, “there's my girl.”
You sniffed, feeling your energy evaporate almost immediately, “I'm so tired.”
He guided you to the bathroom, “You're strong. And safe. Come on, I'll draw you a bath.”
April 19, 20XX MONDAY
“I'm not saying I want you to pin me against the wall and have your way with me.” He gestured off to the side, “I'm just saying it would be the sexiest thing you've ever done.”
“Boy, don't tempt me with a good time, let's do it right now.” You stood, your chair scraping against the floor.
He pulled you back down, face turning red, “We're in a Subway.”
You pointed your fork at him, “You just wait til we get home then, mister.”
May 31, 20XX MONDAY
“So it's summer.”
“Yes.”
“It's hot.”
“Yes.”
“So clothes are optional.”
“I knew I loved you.”
June 6, 20XX SUNDAY
“You know what I've always wanted to do?” You leaned into Changbin's side, fanning yourself at the outdoor wedding.
“We’re at a wedding we can't talk about -”
You slapped his arm, “No, not that! I think we should go to the hotel and say we got married so we can also get a bridal suite.”
“Why fake that?”
“Huh?”
He shrugged but you could see the tips of his ears becoming red. “Let's just wait until it's real.”
You opened your mouth, and then the bridal party started to enter and you were saved from responding.
July 25, 20XX SUNDAY
His arms wrapped around your shoulders, your head resting against his shoulder staring up at the sky.
“Thank you for this,” you murmured, having lost count at shooting stars a while ago.
He kissed your temple, “Anything for you.”
“Even the stars?”
“Especially the stars.”
Aug 11, 20XX WEDNESDAY
You had planned, what you thought, was a perfect evening.
But then Changbin had been called in, a coworker had called off sick. He had kissed you deeply at the door promising to come home as soon as he was able.
And it had rained so hard overnight there was a leak in the bathroom. The landlord was aware but it would take a few days.
Then the dinner burned.
Black.
Unsalvageable.
The pot was a charred mess.
The smoke detector had gone off.
Changbin walked into the apartment, to find the kitchen a mess, the bathroom leaking, and you on the verge of tears.
“I can fix this,” you claimed, “hang on.”
“Babe.” he reached for you but you moved around him.
“No, no, it's your birthday. I want to make it special.” You opened the cabinets, fridge, freezer.
“It's okay, really. You don't need to do anything. You're here. That's enough.”
You held up a bottle of chocolate syrup and a carton of vanilla ice cream, “Ice cream for dinner?”
He laughed, “that's fine.”
“On me?”
He shrugged, a wolfish grin across his face, “just twist my arm why don't you.”
Unscrewing the top you, stuck a finger into the chocolate, “Alright, open up.”
He sucked on your fingers, twirling his tongue. You repeated the process for all your fingers. You smeared chocolate down your neck, stifling a laugh as he pulled you close. Your laughter soon turned into sighs as he licked and sucked along your neck.
He took the bottle from your hands, pouring it onto his palm as you lifted your shirt off and tossed it to the floor.
He smeared across your breasts, noting your lack of underwear. Your hands went to his hair, pulling him tighter against him as he sucked on your nipple.
Your head tilted back and immediately hit the corner of the fridge.
You sucked in a sharp breath, Changbin immediately stopped his actions to check your head for bleeding.
“You okay?”
You started to laugh, “Everything I've done for you has been a failure.”
He kissed you hard, nuzzled into your neck, “You're the best present I could ever ask for.”
Aug 12, 20XX THURSDAY
“I had a thought,” you called from the kitchen.
“Are we having ice cream for dinner again?” He called from the bedroom, folding laundry.
“How do you feel about ripping my bodysuit off of me in a fit of passion?”
“You don't have to ask me twice. Or we can just skip to the part where you have no clothes on?”
You laughed and then squealed as he came into the kitchen and threw you over your shoulder, “Let's do this. Is this like a week-long celebration for my birthday? What's tomorrow's present?”
You slapped his butt, “You're ridiculous.”
“Are we making a sex tape tomorrow?”
“No!”
He pouted as he dropped you on the bed.
You unbuttoned his shirt as he worked on pulling yours over your head. “That's for next year.”
Sept 23, 20XX THURSDAY
“So I got you a present.” You bit your lip, bouncing on your toes.
“My birthday was last month.” He leaned across the bar, kissing you quickly before he started putting chairs on tables.
“Right. But this is a Thursday Present.”
He started sweeping, “So what are we doing?”
“Oh, I already did it.”
“You did what?”
“Your present.”
“Which is?”
You shrugged.
He shook his head, mopped the floor, and kept glancing at you while he worked.
You just grinned and took his hand as you left the bar.
He had asked questions on the way home but you stayed quiet about details.
Late that evening, he came out of the shower, rubbing a towel against his head.
He stopped at the doorway of the bedroom, nodding towards the large black covered photo album sitting in front of you on the bed. “What's that?”
“Thursday Present.” you whispered. Lightly gesturing towards it.
He opened to the first photo and gently sat down on the bed:
You glanced over your shoulder at the camera, wearing one of his dress shirts, draped in such a way to show your bare back.
Laying down on the bed, face away from the camera, bedsheet pulled just under your breasts.
Fully facing the camera against a wall in a red lace bra, underwear, and garter set. Knee high black boots. One hand tugging the underwear down slightly.
A shot focused on your midsection, topless and a hand covering your center.
Sheer black bodysuit. Stiletto heels. Your hair was a mess. Straddling a chair. Leaning forward enough for a good view of your cleavage.
A shot of your thighs, black garters being pulled slightly by your hands.
He closed the book, running a hand down the bare cover.
“No good?” You held your breath.
He cleared his throat, “This is,” he sucked in a breath, “What's our highest count on orgasms again?”
You laughed, “I think four.”
He placed the album on the dresser before pulling you against him, “We're aiming for seven.”
Oct 15, 20XX FRIDAY
“Hear me out.” He was practically begging.
You laughed loudly, not caring about the stares from passersby, “Bin, no.”
He moved in front of you, blocking you from walking on, “C'mon.”
He knew you.
He knew you couldn't say no.
Not to him.
Not for anything.
You shrugged off your purse handing it to him, “If I end up in hospital, you're to blame.”
He practically danced in place before turning and bending down slightly, “Okay, hop on my back.”
Draping your arms around his neck, he held on to the back of your legs. “This is the best way to go through a zoo.”
“We're being stared at.”
“Because of my strength.”
“I don't think that's it.”
“Because of your beauty.”
“I don't think that's it either.”
Nov 16, 20XX TUESDAY
The fireplace crackled. The cabin was small. The bed was massive. And the weather was a constant fall of heavy snow.
You breathed in deeply. Changbin's body wash, the smoke from the fire, and being buried under a thick comforter made you the definition of comfortable. You could barely keep your eyes open.
His fingers traced circles on your bare arms. His eyes tracking your every inhale, every shift.
His voice low and grumbling, “I could get used to this.”
“We can't live here, Bin.”
“No, I mean with you. I like having you in my life.”
You hummed, shifting closer to him, “You always say that.”
He started to reply but you had already fallen asleep. He kissed the top of your head.
Dec 30, 20XX THURSDAY
He had texted you to come to the bar. Slipping on shoes and pulling on one of his hoodies, you headed that way.
Opening the door, you stopped in the doorway. White Christmas lights were hung around the walls. Drinks were scattered among the tables and along the bar.
And there was Changbin behind the bar.
He waved you over, “What can I get you?”
You glanced around, “What is all this?”
He walked around the bar, “You don't drink, right?”
“Yeah.”
He walked around the bar, “Might I suggest a club soda with lime?”
He guided you through the tables and along the bar.
Every drink he had ever made you.
In order.
Your favorite mug was alone on the last table two chairs across from each other.
He cleared his throat, pulling out the chair for you, “So all you have to do is say yes.”
“Okay.”
He tilted his head and you grinned, “Yes.”
He seated himself across from you. “Would you like some tea?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want it hot?”
“Yes.”
“Sugar?”
“Yes.” you laughed a little, wondering where he was going with this.
“Be right back.” He excused himself from the table. You looked around the room. This had to have taken so much time.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” He returned with a kettle and a pot of sugar.
You grinned, “Yes.”
“You like him?”
“Yes.”
“Love him?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want your Thursday Present?”
“Yes.”
Changbin swallowed, stood, and then got down on one knee.
You drew in a sharp breath, “Changbin -”
“You only say yes.”
You nodded, already feeling your eyes start to water.
“I love you. I love having you near me. I love having you in my life. I love making you drinks and food. I love holding you when your thoughts get too loud. I love seeing you shine.”
He reached forward, cupping your face in his hand, “You are the brightest thing in my life. And I will never let you go.”
The tears were freely falling from you now and you swore you could see his eyes also begin to glisten.
He reached into his pocket, opening up the small box. A ring of modest size sat inside.
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes.”
He slid the ring on your finger, kissed you deeply, and yelled out in happiness.
He kissed you again, pulling you against him. Resting his forehead against yours he released a breath.
September 23, 20XX
Changbin: > you busy tomorrow?
> yes. Aren't you?
Changbin: > oh, right. We have that thing.
> our wedding?
Changbin: > what are you wearing again? I want to make sure we don't clash.
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Changbin makes it his personal mission to see how red he can make you in a single day.
You could be doing something completely normal—scrolling on your phone, concentrating on a game, finding your new outfit for tomorrow—and he’ll just lean on his his hand, staring at you like you’re the most fascinating person in the world.
“What?” you ask after you catch him staring.
He smirks.
“Nothing, i’m just thinking about how cute you are when you’re focused. Your eyebrows do this cute little scrunch thing.”
You immediately lose all focus on whatever task you were doing.
“Binnie,” you groan, trying—failing—to hide your flustered face behind your phone. “Stop staring at me like that, you’re weird.”
“Yah! how am I weird?” he asks, offended but joking. “A man can’t compliment his beautiful girlfriend?”
You pause at that. “That’s not—you can’t just say it like that!” you stutter out.
He sits up straighter on the couch, dramatically placing a hand over his chest. “Like what? i’m just saying facts my love.”
You groan louder now, sliding down further into the couch. “Ugh, you’re impossible.”
“And you’re gorgeous.” He says. No teasing in his voice. Just simple and certain.
That makes it worse.
You risk a glance at him, only to find him already watching you with that soft, fond expression he gets when he thinks you’re not looking.
“See?” he says, pointing at your face. “You’re blushing again, I didn’t even do anything big.”
“You just called me gorgeous!”
“Yea, and?” he grins. “I’m not lying.”
You grab the nearest pillow and throw at him. He catches it easily while laughing.
“I’m serious,” he continues, slowly scooting closer to you until your knees were touching. “You don’t understand how pretty you are when you get all flustered. Your eyes get all shiny and you start talking faster and—”
“Stop describing it!” you whine, stopping him from continuing and covering your face with both hands after dropping your phone.
He gently grabs your wrist, and tugs your hands down just enough so he can see you.
“Don’t hide,” he says softly. “I like seeing you.”
Your heart flips at that.
For a moment he just looks at you—no jokes, no dramatic reactions. Just steady, calm admiration.
Slowly, the corner of his mouth lifts again.
“Mm, thats the sixth time today.”
Your jaw drops, “Yah! you’re counting?!”
“Of course I am, it’s my mission.”
You turn your body away from him, trying to act annoyed, but he notices the tiny smile you can’t suppress.
He wraps his arms around your waist, putting his face in your neck, his voice dropping to a playful murmur.
“Don’t worry. You can be annoyed all you want, I have all day.”
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I have decided that he has to concentrate and activate the bite like snake venom because a) that’s funnier that he still considers himself a useless mutant in the fighting evil category and B) otherwise he’d be put down by Wolverine like that one kid who could burn people alive just by being near them.
Sam and Dean are asking questions at your local church in this Choose Your Own Adventure. The question is… why do all the clues seem to lead back to you?
Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Crowley x Fem!Reader
Choose Your Own Adventure
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🎮interactive fanfic "Bride of the fallen" by bambii
📖 Episode 1 of ?
Warning for what’s below the cut: period sex (protected, for your peace of mind), afab!reader, talk of 🩸and pain from cramps and other symptoms, pet names (love, my love, baby), little bit of insecurity 🤏🏻, curse words
WC: 🤷🏻♀️
I’m in pain and everything hurts and yet
All I can think about is being stretched out around him. His fingers, his cock, a toy while he takes care of other aches. It doesn’t matter, so long as he makes the pain go away.
The pain from breasts that are too tender. Direct touches are excruciating, sending electricity that buzzes a little too harshly up the nerves. But that’s okay. He can fix it with the gentle warmth of his palms, the relief spreading through your chest as he starts to ever so slowly massage them. Not enough to jostle the nerves further, but to placate them.
The pain from cramps that run from navel to knee caps, pooling in your hips and between your thighs. Again, he’ll use his hands as heating pads on your lower back and stomach. But when you whine at him from how it hurts, he’ll press his thumbs in on either side of your spine and delight in the sounds you make because it “hurts so good…” the pain being replaced with something lighter. Not quite relief, but welcome all the same. He’ll press kisses into your shoulders or neck, anywhere he can reach really, while you continue to whine beneath him. Grateful for his attention.
He’ll make his way down your legs, stopping to focus on anywhere the pain touches you. But he’ll save targeting the source of the pain until he has you at least a little more pliable. If that means he spends fifteen minutes rubbing your thighs, front and back, from inside to out… Well, he’s not really going to complain. His favorite thing is to have his hands on you anyway he can.
When he’s finally ready for the last of it, you shy away. The pain clouding your thoughts and making you clingier than usual pushed from the front of your mind thanks to his ministrations. And now that you can think again, you’re uncertain. This isn’t new for you, but every time it feels like it could be a burden.
“Relax, love,” he’ll rest a hand on your hip to steady you and kiss along your jaw, “don’t undo all my hard work. I’ll have to start again.” You relax back into the bed at his reassurance.
“There we go, nice and comfortable,” he slots himself between your thighs, those talented fingers finding their way to your clit. He rubs gentle circles over the hood, the nerves here haven’t been soothed and there’s no point in relighting any paths of pain for you.
Once he’s satisfied that the only moving you’ll be doing is melting further into the bed, he grabs a small toy from the nightstand. Kept for this exact scenario, when he knows you can’t take him immediately. He’ll go as slow as you’ll let him, knowing that when you start to fully relax, your patience (what precious little you have left at that moment) will disappear.
Once he’s satisfied with your progress he’ll finally, finally line himself up. A condom on because you told him you hate the thought of going without on your cycle. He doesn’t care about how “gross” it might be. He just wants to do anything to make you feel better, so he abides by your rules.
You gasp at the intrusion of him. He’s so warm and so big compared to what you’d just had.
He lets out a groan of his own. You’re so wet like this, so warm, so tight. It drives him crazy.
“You feel fu-cking phenomenal” his hips are moving slowly, lazily, as shallow as he can manage while you adjust.
“Always so good” he rests his forehead on yours “so fucking good.” A kiss to swallow the moan you let out as his thrusts get deeper and rougher.
“But like this?” The last word is a hiss as he starts to lose focus, slightly. “So soft and wet and warm and tight and mine?” He’s moved from hisses to growling.
Your brain turned off somewhere between finally taking him and when he started talking, coherent thoughts have left the room. But you can respond to him between sounds with a breathless “yeah? I’m yours?”
“Yeah. Mine.” He’s still being gentle with you, but his thrusts are punctuating his thoughts now. “No one else gets you. Gets this. Soft and vulnerable and mine. Above all else, mine.”
“Yes, my love.” Your voice is hoarse and hazy. The cramps are starting to be sated. Your body relaxing further as he takes you to your peak. “Yours. Oh fuck”
You can hear each thrust, feel him hitting that spot just right, feel his hands tighten on your hips. He’s still mindful of the discomfort, but he’s losing himself as both of you get closer.
“Fuckkkk, baby” he’s kissing you again. “So fucking close. I can feel you tightening around me with every thrust.”
You moan in agreement, words gone the higher you get.
“Still feels good, yeah?” He looks at your face, mouth open so you can breathe, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy.
Your mind finally catches back up to you, “right there, fuck. Gonna cum. Don’t -ahh.” Your body tenses again, this time in release of all the tension it had been holding.
He’s not far behind you, finishing with your name on his lips and his forehead pressed back to yours.
It’s messy, and you hate that. That he has to touch you while you feel like this, like you’re not quite human. More mess than person.
But what he wants to tell you, what he feels like he shouldn’t say, is that having you like this is a massive turn on for him. He doesn’t mind the mess (he may actually enjoy it a little, the extra slide). But he loves the way you trust him, to have you. To keep you. To care for you. Exactly like this.
A/N: hi. Congrats on making it to the end. If you’ll notice there’s no names in it (beyond terms of endearment), I couldn’t decide who I wanted because I can see all the members getting possessive like that. Anyway, I’d really love it if you dropped a comment or an anon about who you envisioned or what you thought. Thanks for reading 🖤
A/N2: sorry. Like I said before, I’m in the wrong part of my own cycle and she controls the writing. So enjoy something a little soft and probably more than a little weird.
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anon: Is there a collective gifset of Diego Luna just being wiggly/awkward dancing? I recently found out that “The Ketchup Song (Asereje)” is a song about a club-going, seductive man named Diego who jams hard to what’s basically Rapper’s Delight (I’m not a Spanish-speaker so I had no idea at first). I immediately imagined Diego Luna wiggling awkwardly to this song and now it’s turning into some weird headcanon helppppp LOL
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