#I wrote 1.7k words just now for them but I gotta clean it up in the morning

[circusfable]

Isafrin fic tomorrow >:)

[wholesomemendes]

Birthday Boy

Summary: It’s Shawn’s 22nd Birthday and you’re celebrating with him before his big party.

Author’s Note: Happy Birthday Shawn! Ok couple things: 1) I’m sorry I haven’t been as active recently I should be posting something next week 2) We’re going to pretend covid isn’t a thing in this fic because he’s going to a party 3) This is unedited and I had to rush the ending because I’m leaving for dance in 5 minutes and I haven’t eaten or done my hair yet 4) I don’t know what this picture is but it was all I decided on in my two seconds of searching. Anyways it’s 1.7k of fluff so I hope you enjoy! Feedback is always loved and appreciated!

The bright light of the sun began to peak its head into the cozy bedroom of the condo you shared with your boyfriend. You could feel his soft breath on your neck from where his head was cuddled into your neck, his arms wrapped tightly around you and your back flush against his chest. Your legs were tangled together and Shawn’s grip on your body wasn’t letting up anytime soon, but you managed to carefully maneuver your body so that you were able to face him comfortably. Being so close to him allowed you to take a moment to just appreciate the man in front of you, the one that loved you unconditionally every single day and owned your entire heart. His lashes fanned over his face, his cheeks tinted red from sleep, leading you to brush up a gentle hand to graze over his soft skin. You brought your hand up to his mop of curls that were perched on the top of his head, allowing yourself to run your fingers through them, taming the fluffy mess they became from sleep in the process. Shawn leaned his head further into your hand absentmindedly, enjoying the comforting feeling of your touch even in his sleep. You placed a soft kiss onto his cheek, smiling to yourself when a content smile formed on his face and he pulled your body impossibly closer to his. Breathing in his scent as you were pressed up to his chest, you left one last lingering kiss to his bare chest before attempting to wiggle your way out of his grasp without waking him. Even with his tight grip on you, you somehow managed to escape his hold, but just as you went to push yourself off of the bed, you heard a deep voice groaning behind you. “Baby?” Shawn spoke, his groggy morning voice making your head turn around to see his face as his arm searched for you, “Where’d you go?”

Your fingers found his on the mattress and he sighed contently, eyes still shut, mind half asleep, “I’m right here bubs, I didn’t go anywhere.”

“Come lay back down then,” he whined, trying to pull you down by your connected hands, “The bed’s cold without you.”

“I just sat up,” you laughed, but allowed him to sleepily pull you down anyways. He brought you to his chest once again, nuzzling his face into your shoulder and playfully biting on the soft skin he found from where the oversized shirt you had stolen from him had fallen off slightly from your actions. When you giggled in response he pulled back, slowly opening his eyes so that you were met with his bright brown eyes. There was still sleep evident in them, and the sleepy smile he gave you was only more proof, but he still lightly traced your face with his finger, only stopping once he pushed back a strand of hair behind your ear and rested his hand in front of you.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning,” you smiled, leaning up to press a kiss to his jaw, “Happy birthday, rockstar.”

“Mhm,” Shawn looked down at you, moving his body so that his face was level with you. He leaned down so his lips were ghosting yours, eyes boring into you, “Thank you, baby. You gonna give me a birthday kiss?”

“Maybe,” you teased, tongue coming out to wet your lips, the tip of it touching his lips in the process.

“Excuse me?” The raspiness in his voice and the cocky smirk on his lips ignited something in your lower stomach but you ignored it for the time being, focusing instead on the way his eyes were staring into yours, “You’re going to deny the birthday boy a kiss?”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

“Well let me decide for you,” and with that he leaned forward that final inch, connect your lips in a gentle kiss that still held so much passion. He held your hand in his much larger one, placing it above his chest over his heart while his lips moved with yours, your hands feeling how fast his heart was beating for you while yours mimicked the same beat. “Can’t believe you were gonna leave me this morning.”

You let out a playful scoff at his words and rolled your eyes, earning a pinch to your side that you laughed through. “If you must know I was planning on making you a birthday breakfast in bed before someone rudely interrupted my plans.”

“Well excuse me for wanting some cuddles with my girl.”

“And excuse me for wanting to do something nice for my boyfriend on his birthday.”

“You already did something nice for me, you let me pull you back in bed,” he smiled, giving you a small peck on your lips again.

“Am I allowed to make you breakfast now?”

Shawn pretended to be lost in thought for a moment before shaking his head and in one swift motion, he had you laying on your back with his arms holding himself above you. He connected your lips softly, taking your bottom lip between his and sucking gently, causing you to arch into him to be ever so closer to his body. He released from you with a pop, trailing his kisses down your body until he reached your stomach, looking up at you through his lashes with those big brown eyes of his, “Think I want to have a little snack before breakfast if that’s ok with you.” ______________

“Is it bad that I just want to spend my birthday here with you all day?”

You look up from your breakfast of waffles (gluten free of course), sausage, eggs and fruit at your beloved boyfriend that is sitting next to you, his left hand rubbing light circles over your thigh he had placed on his own. “Usually I would love to hear you say you want to stay in, but unfortunately you’re a pretty popular person and there’s a lot of people that want to wish you happy birthday.”

His face turned into a childish pout and he leaned over the table to rest his head on your shoulder, “But I just want to spend my birthday with you! Preferably naked if possible.”

You swatted his shoulder playfully, earning a deep chuckle from him in response, “God you’re such a boy.”

“But I’m your boy.”

“Damn right you are.” ______________

“Baby, have you seen my floral shirt?” Shawn called from the bedroom as you stood in the bathroom doing the finishing touches on your hair.

“Yeah it’s hanging in the laundry room, I made sure it was clean before today.”

“Thank you!” You could hear the pitter patter of his footsteps leading out of the bedroom and you curled your last strand of hair, placing the curler down to fix them up with your hands. You were always very critical of your appearance when you went out with Shawn, especially to big social events like this, because you knew you would be all over fan accounts pages the second a clip of the two of you was released. The thought didn’t stress you out as much as it used to, it felt almost like second nature at this point, but you were still conscious of how you looked and what you were doing when there were extra eyes and cameras on you. “You ready babe?”

“Yeah, just give me one second!” You sprayed your hair with hairspray quickly before doing a final once over, seemingly satisfied with the outcome. Leaving the bathroom, you were immediately greeted with Shawn sitting on the edge of the bed with his phone in his hand, but his eyes lifted up at the sound of the door and his mouth dropped open.

“Wow,” he breathed out, standing up so that he could run his hands over the sides of your dress. It wasn’t anything flashy, just a black bodycon dress that hugged your curves just right and you knew would drive him crazy. You had chosen black as to not stand out as much in pictures and videos, but you made up for it by wearing a glittery pair of heels and taking extra time to do your hair and makeup. You felt good. Confident. And the way Shawn was looking you up and down like he wanted to take you right then and there only boosted your ego that much more. “God you’re gorgeous. How’d I get so lucky?”

“I should be asking you that question, I mean look at you, you’re looking dashing as ever.” Your hands smoothed down the fabric of his silk-like shirt, your fingers unbuttoning an extra button to expose his chest a little more.

“You want more of my chest showing?” he teased, hands coming to hold your wrists as you raked your fingers through his chest hair.

“Yeah, it’s hot when you unbutton it a little more than usual.”

“Then I’ll keep it like that. Gotta step up my game when you look like that.” You rolled your eyes at his compliments and he surged forward to capture your lips in his, a kiss you both smiled through.

“Wait! I want to give you your present before we go.” Shawn released you as you turned to your dresser where you had hidden the small box and card, watching with those curious eyes of his. “Sit.”

He followed your command before you handed him his present and this time your eyes were the curious ones, waiting for any new emotion to show on his face as he opened the card. His eyes scanned the page and he smiled at the paragraph you had written him, eyes brightening with love over what you had wrote. “Thank you, baby. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You gave him a soft kiss on his lips then waited for him to open up the gift. He carefully teared the paper open, not wanting to accidentally ruin anything inside. A black box revealed itself to him and he looked at you curiously before opening up the lid. Inside was a solid gold ring with delicate floral engravings on the outside and the words Go Get ‘Em Rockstar <3 Y/n etched into the inside. Tears began to form in his eyes as he delicately lifted the ring out of its holder, eyeing the intricate detail of it. “You were saying how you wanted a ring that meant something to you that you could also wear all the time to even award shows so I thought maybe this would do the trick. It’s our tradition for me to say that to you before a show and stuff so I don’t know, I just thought….”

Shawn grabbed your face in his hands, passionately connecting your lips to his while still holding the ring between his fingers. The metal was cool on your cheeks, but it only made you feel as though he truly appreciated the thought. “I love it so much, just like I love you. Thank you so much, you always make my birthdays the happiest.”

“You haven’t even gone to your party yet…”

“I don’t care. You’re all I need for my birthday. I can never thank you enough.”

“You’re welcome bubs, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Happy Birthday Shawn.”

[lucretia-waits]

Crazy on you

Rating: Explicit (bc i’m hoe)

Word count: like 1.7k I think

Pairing: Johnny silverhand x fem!V

Warnings: Too many fucking commas. Some fluff, mostly smut. Slight dubcon because Johnny wakes V up by playing with her. Set post-game.

A/N: This is the first time I’ve written from Johnny’s perspective and I hope it doesn’t feel ooc. Yes I was listening to Heart when I wrote this.

It’s at the ass crack of dawn when Johnny hears V and Panam pull into the camp. He’s lying on top of the covers in their small bedroom located in the back of their rv, his legs hanging off the bed. He’s been staring at the ceiling and listening to the radio for probably a good two hours, bored as hell and unable to sleep. He had made himself some shitty instant coffee earlier but his cup on the nightstand has long since gone cold. The sound of the door being opened has him sitting up. From his spot at the edge of their bed he has a good view of the short narrow hallway. He sees her enter, movements slow as she gently closes the door behind her and slides the lock shut. The corners of his mouth pull up into a smile because she’s trying so hard to be silent. It’s cute. He watches V toe off her shoes, sets her backpack down on the floor before turning to start walking down the hallway.

“Oh,” She says, now facing him. “You’re awake.”

He shrugs. “Couldn’t sleep.”

She makes her way down to their bedroom in just a few strides, her brows furrowed with concern as she comes to stand in the space between his knees. His hands go to her hips, thumbs slipping beneath the thin fabric of her shirt to rub patterns into the flesh there. She cups his face in her hands, leans down to kiss him. He can feel her smiling against his mouth and he feels his heart speed up, joy blooming in his chest. She has a hand tangled in his hair, tugging softly, the other cupping the side of his face. She licks at his bottom lip and Johnny hums in approval, parting his lips eagerly. She licks her way into his mouth and he moans, hands sliding down from her hips, giving her ass a light squeeze before tapping her knee. She gets the message, breaking the kiss momentarily to crawl into his lap. Her hands are resting on his shoulders and the warm weight of her has arousal pooling at the base of his spine. He begins to press kisses along her jaw and instead of tilting her head to the side to give him better access to her throat she pulls away with a laugh. “I’ve gotta take a shower, Johnny!” She says, cupping his face once more and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth before standing up.

He groans, collapses back onto the bed. He turns his head to see her rummaging through the closet, grabbing out some clothes and a towel before making her way to the bathroom. He listens to the spray of water from the shower and briefly contemplates taking care of his little problem. But he didn’t get himself off while she was gone and he isn’t about to now that she is here.

Roughly fifteen minutes pass before the water shuts off, another three until she finally joins him. Her hair is wet and she’s dressed in just a white t-shirt and underwear. She clambers onto the bed beside him, crawls under the thin blanket and rubs at her eyes. There is now light peeking through the crack at the top of their bedroom curtains, painting their bedroom in dark blue light. She looks over at him, pats the space beside her. “Lay with me.” She says and Johnny stands, slips out of his jeans, lets the fabric pool at his ankles. He steps out of them and leaves them there on the floor. He gets into bed, arms behind his head. He feels V press against him, snuggling into his side, draping an arm across his waist. He smiles as she lays her head on his chest, her eyes already closed. “So, how’d it go?” He asks and V yawns. “Went okay. Couple a cyberpsychos, bugged a temple, stole and delivered a van full of leather jackets.” She mumbles, rubbing again at her eyes before settling once more. “Panam got a couple jobs too. Made good money.” A few moments of quiet pass between them. He listens to the way her breathing changes, becoming slower and deeper. Johnny closes his eyes too.

*

It’s been a little over an hour, the ends of V’s hair still a bit damp from the shower. He’s now lying on his side facing her. He tried to get some sleep and failed. He knows he should let her get her rest too but having her so warm and close to him after being apart for four days is driving him crazy. The white t-shirt she wore to bed has ridden up, exposing her hips and lower stomach. He brings up the hand of his metal arm to curve along her hip and up her stomach, V shifts in bed but doesn’t wake. Johnny’s silver fingers grasp the edge of her shirt and slowly push it up and over her chest. He grins, leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth, swirls his tongue. V makes a soft sound and he looks up, sees her stir. He continues, shifts so he’s straddling her thighs, leans down and takes the other nipple into his mouth, releasing it with a tease of his teeth. He presses kisses to her sternum, down her ribs and stomach, can feel her squirm beneath him as he reaches the waistband of her panties. He looks up to meet her heavy lidded eyes with a smirk. “Good morning,” He says, fingers hooking under the waistband and he moves to pull the fabric down her thighs. V helpfully lifts her hips and Johnny lets the underwear fall to the bed. His hands are on her thighs, eagerly pushing them apart to accommodate him.

He wastes no time. Gives a slow lick up her slit that has her whimpering, fingers tangling themselves in his dark hair. He smiles against the inside of her thigh, nips at the flesh there. She gasps and Johnny swipes his tongue over the bite to soothe the ache. She groans.

“I didn’t even sleep long. You couldn’t wait?” She mumbles, voice rough from sleep.”“Been a few days. Waited long enough.” He says and slides his arms under her thighs, gives another slow lick and he moans, savors the taste of her on his tongue as he grinds his hips into the bed. He gives a hard suck to her clit and she cries out, fingers tightening in his hair. V’s free hand snakes down and searches for his metal one where it rests at her hip. She lays her hand on top of his and squeezes softly. That little bit of affection has his lips pulling up into a smile. He slides his organic arm out from under her leg and slowly sinks two fingers into her pussy, enjoys the little whine the action elicits. He sucks her clit, laps at her cunt and his fingers press against that sweet spot inside her. Johnny feels her tilt her hips against his mouth, loves the sounds pouring from her lips, can’t get enough of the way she whimpers and whines beneath him. His fingers pick up their pace.

“F-fuck I’m gonna-” She cries out and Johnny can feel her clench around his fingers as her body tenses and shudders as she rides out her orgasm. He continues until she’s sensitive and he pulls his fingers from her. He sits up, takes his slick fingers into his mouth and licks them clean. V has a soft, sweet smile on her face as she stares up at him and Johnny can’t resist the urge to lean down and kiss her. It’s soft, gentle even and it makes him dizzy. She nips at his bottom lip and he groans, grinds against her, can feel her wet heat through the thin fabric of his underwear.

He breaks the kiss, straightens up and slides his underwear down his legs and lets them drop to the bed. He takes his cock in hand, swipes his thumb over the head and bites back a moan. V wiggles her hips and Johnny smirks, one hand cupping the back of her knee and holding up her leg. With his other hand he lines himself up and pushes in, watches as V’s eyes become heavy lidded and she bites her lip. Johnny bottoms out, pulls his hips back nearly all the way before pressing in again and he moans, eyes closing as he tilts his head back.

 “Fuck I missed you, V.” He says, his silver hand cupping the back of her other leg, holding her open for him. Her hands are beside her head, clenching the edges of her pillow in her fingers. “M-missed you too.” She replies, gasping as he speeds up. Her pretty eyes flutter shut, brows knit and cheeks flushed. He pushes her knees a little more toward her chest, feels pressure building in his lower abdomen. Johnny groans. “Touch yourself for me, V.” He says, watches her cup her breast and pinch a nipple. She whines, drags her hand down her stomach and hip before she starts rubbing circles into her clit. And fuck- she’s just so slick, hot and fuckin’ tight around his cock. His pace gets quick and sloppy, she’s panting, moaning and squirming under him, telling him she’s close, her fingers rubbing faster. Johnny can feel her orgasm coming, growls and grips her tighter. “Mm fuck yeah, V. Cum for me princess.” She cries out and clenches around him, hips jerking and Johnny moans, that familiar pressure in his stomach growing and fuck he’s so close. He snaps his hips forward, losing himself in how fuckin good she feels. He does it once, twice, three times and moans, eyes slipping shut as pleasure washes over him. He gives a couple of slow thrusts, riding out his orgasm before pulling out and collapsing beside V, his face half-buried in a pillow.

She pulls her shirt down and turns onto her side, smiling as she brushes strands of his dark hair from his eyes. He turns his head so he can look at her better. He feels love bloom in his chest, corners of his mouth turning up in a soft smile and he’s so fucking glad they have today for themselves. He doesn’t really care what they do, listen to music, sleep all day- it doesn’t matter when it comes to V. He’s just happy he gets to have this, have her. His flesh arm snakes under the thin pillow his head is on, the other reaches up, rests in the small space between them. V immediately lays hers on his.

“Love you.” She whispers, pressing a kiss to his temple. He feels himself melt. “Love you too, V.”

[sunshineseung]

Practice // Seungmin

💌 Info: Stray Kids Seungmin x female!reader smut 💕 Includes: begging, looots of pet names, mentions of "sir", choking, fingering, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink at the end, exhibitionism (semi-public), a lil more I kinda forgot what I wrote oop 👉👈 ✏️ Word Count: ~1.7k

"Babe, are you sure you want to do this? Here?!" Your breath was heavy as you were pinned against the wall of a dark closet by your boyfriend, Seungmin. He eyed your body like it was his, and when you finally make eye-contact with him, his eyes are darker than the ocean. Just the sight of his lust filled gaze is enough to make your legs shake and your mouth water.

"Shush, baby. You don't want the other members to hear us, do you?" Seungmin brings you into a sloppy, desperate kiss, and your tongues intertwine nearly immediately. His hands rested at your hips and pulled you close, and your hands wrapped around his neck.

As turned on as you were, it felt wrong to fuck your boyfriend in a janitorial closet while the other members were out getting lunch. They'd be back soon, and even with that knowledge, Seungmin still wanted to take his sweet time with your body. His hands roamed your sides, effortlessly slipping your shirt over your head, momentarily breaking the kiss. His hands were so gentle, and the more you made out, the more they felt around your chest, eventually unhooking your bra and playing with your nipples.

"Wow, look at my princess." Even though the room was practically pitch black, Seungmin stepped back to admire you. "So beautiful. So prefect."

You blush, but Seungmin can't see. His eyes are transfixed on your chest, and soon after, so are his lips. You let out the softest yelp when his teeth sink into the sensitive skin on your tits, and you feel his smirk grow against your skin. Leaving love bites in his wake, he teases your chest to the best of his ability, and every sound you let out sounds like the most beautiful symphony.

He groans on your breast when his bulge brushes against your leg, and you giggle down at him. Fuck, he was so hard, and it was so painful. He wanted so badly to take you without hesitation, but that would mean you won, and he loves to tease you too much to let you win.

"Sweetheart, don't laugh at sir like that. You know better." Oh, he's in that mood. You quickly apologize, but a smile still adorns your face, and Seungmin can't stand when you're amused by him attempting to dominate you.

He picks up your thighs and pushes you against the wall, his bulge fully pressing into your heat. Your smile fades immediately, and you look at him with the neediest shine in your eyes. He gives you an all to familiar glare, and you know exactly what you need to do.

"Please fuck me, sir. I've been such a good girl." Your voice is an octave higher than usual, and your panties have long been soaked through by your wetness. Your aching pussy tightens around nothing when Seungmin places his hand around your throat, pressing his fingers against the sides of your neck. His eyes are half-lidded, but even in the darkness, you can tell he's staring at your lips, hungry for another kiss.

"Aw, my pretty little whore wants to be fucked, huh?" His voice is edging on sarcasm, and he's just quiet enough for you both to hear the door of the practice room opening and closing, a parade of seven boys entering the room chattering among themselves. "Stay quiet while I fuck you, or else the others will have to see you being a slut for my cock."

He lifts your skirt up and pushes your panties to the side. You feel his finger brush up and down your pussy, but when he circles his digit around your clit, you nearly loose your cool and moan for the entire room to hear. You slap your hand over your mouth to muffle your noises, but Seungmin grabs your wrist and pulls it back down to your side.

"If you're gonna moan, I want to hear it."

Seungmin's fingers pump in and out of you relentlessly, and when he bends his fingers to find your spot, you start to see stars. He knows your cunt like the back of his hand, and he knows exactly how to play with you to get you to cum. Your orgasm approaches, and the quietest whimpers leave your mouth. You move your head next to Seungmin's ear, only allowing him to hear you.

"Where's Seungmin and Y/n?" Chan looks around the practice room where he last saw you two. Before they went to get food, you and Seungmin were on the couch on your phones, but now you were no where to be found.

"They might have gone out to eat somewhere." Jisung accidentally covers for you two.

"He would have texted me, though." Chan starts overthinking. He's tempted to search every square inch of the building so they can practice, but Hyunjin inclines him to break off practice early. "They'll come back, so let's practice what we can right now."

The footsteps of the dancing from the practice room cover the sound of Seungmin pulling down his sweatpants and boxers, groaning when his length springs free. While one hand moves his clothing, the other continues to finger you. The lewd sounds from your pussy should have alerted the others by now, but lucky for you two, they were too oblivious to pick up on the slick sounds of your cunt being violated by your boyfriend.

Seungmin lines himself up with your entrance, teasing your tight pussy with the precum leaking tip of his cock. He runs the head through your folds, spreading your wetness.

"Beg for it, princess."

"I need your cock so bad, sir. Please let me cum all over your cock." You squeeze your eyes closed, the stimulation becoming too much for you to bear. "I want your cum inside me, sir."

"As you wish, baby." Seungmin slowly pushes his thick cock into you, reveling in the pathetic whimpers that escape your mouth. He holds you close to him, and your head falls onto his shoulder. You begin biting down on his exposed shoulder, and he's positive the other members will make fun of the hickey you're leaving on him. "Holy shit, you're so fucking tight, Y/n."

His voice is hoarse, but your moans are high, making a perfect balance of grunts. His cock fills you up, and you love feeling full, but you also love the overwhelming sensation of his member ramming into your g-spot. You feel the knot in your stomach, and painfully begin to chase your orgasm, you ride Seungmin while he fucks you at the perfect pace. Your hips move in sync with each other, and you nearly forget about the seven men on the other side of the door.

"Fuck, I'm so close, sir. May I cum?" You can't speak above a whisper, and without a word, Seungmin nods in approval. He slams into you one last time before you're left unraveling against him, your orgasm hitting you like a tsunami. Your moans get loader, but not load enough for anyone else to hear.

When your orgasm subsides, Seungmin doesn't stop, but rather fucks you harder, chasing his own orgasm. His thrusts get messy and uncoordinated, and you whine from the pain of overstimulation. His cock twitches, but he still holds his cum back.

"I want to fill you up with my cum. You'd look so pretty walking around with my cum inside you." As filthy as his words are, they only turn you on more. Your chest bounces as he fucks you without mercy, his cock begging to cum. You tighten around him, inciting him to release, but he still holds. "You're my little cumslut, right, babe? You want to be filled with my cum."

You nod into his neck, sucking more messy hickeys into his side. He throws his head back, his orgasm threatening to wash over him. Low groans leave his lips as he pulls you down, releasing his load as deep inside you as possible. Sweat dribbles down his forehead as his cock spurts hot cum inside your pussy. Once finished filling you, he remains inside you, fucking into you ever so slightly to make sure as much if his cum stays inside you as possible.

When he pulls out, he reaches for paper towels from the shelf behind him (you're in a janitors' closet after all). He cleans the cum from between your legs, and you hold your skirt up for him. Although it's hard to stand, you lean against the wall you were just being fucked against. Seungmin's cum drips down your legs, and he's beyond tempted to lick your pussy clean, but instead, he covers your cum filled hole with your panties, patting the cloth against you.

Seungmin stands up, cleans himself up, and puts his cock back in his pants. You fix your skirt, and put your bra and shirt back on. You nearly step out of the room before realizing that the other seven boys are still outside. You turn to Seungmin, and once again without saying a word, his eyes widen as he reaches for his phone.

Seungmin: Hey! Can you get the other guys to come back to the dorm? Y/n and I were out to eat and I think I ate some bad pork.

Chan: Oh, sure! We'll be back ASAP. Need anything?

Seungmin: Can you get something for my stomach? I feel reallly sick. :(

Chan: Of course! See you soon!

You hear Chan reading off Seungmin's texts, footsteps, and the door slam before you and Seungmin step out of the closet. The coast was clear, and you were free to talk.

"Hey, Min, you know we gotta sprint home now, right?"

"Yeah, but we'll be fine. They're getting medicine, so it'll take them longer."

"'Babe, I can hardly walk." You point down to your legs, which feel like jelly. Seungmin purses his lip, but comes up with an idea.

"We can just walk, but halfway there, I'll have to carry you."

"... fine."

[all-dead-rock-show]

I Think You’re My Best Friend

Summary: Dan and Phil get matching tattoos.

Genre: fluff, reality

Warnings: mentions of needles (bc tattoos) and pain mention (i guess?)

Word Count: 1.7k

a/n: i started this fic like a month ago but i haven’t had any inspiration to finish it.... until now! yeah i’ve had a week off school due to hurricane harvey and flooding (stay safe fellow texans) so i was like “i’ll finish this fic” and i did! i hope i got the process of getting a tattoo right. i’ve never had one, but i researched it so i hope what i found was right. it took me ages to figure out what i wanted the tattoo to be, so i hope this isn’t too cheesy or cringy ^-^ title taken from the song “The Kids Aren’t Alright” by Fall Out Boy (such a dnp song. go give it a listen). also does this count as a songfic? idk. 

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"We should get matching tattoos."

Phil choked on his drink. Very slowly, he looked up to meet his boyfriend's eyes. He cleared his throat.

"What?" Phil rasped out. Dan smirked.

"I said we should get matching tattoos." Dan said smoothly as he leaned back in his chair. Phil shook his head.

"I don't understand." He said slowly. "Why—why do you think we should get matching tattoos?"

Dan rolled his eyes and laughed. "Come on Phil, where's your sense of adventure?"

"Sense of adventure? Come on Dan, it's a tattoo. Do you understand what that means? It's permanent. On your boy. Etched into your skin with pain."

Dan rolled his eyes again. "Yeah, I know how tattoos work."

Phil stared at him blankly. "Then why do you want one?"

"I don't want one. I want a matching one with you."

Phil's left eye twitched. "Are you serious?"

Dan nodded. Phil sighed.

"Dan you know how I feel about things like that. Remember the punk edits video? The pastel video? Those tattoos drove me insane, and they were only temporary!"

Dan nodded again. "Yeah I know. But that was because they were all along your arms and neck."

Phil eyed Dan. "Well, then where were you thinking of getting them?"

Dan's smirk got even wider. "Here." He pulled his shirt collar back to show his left collarbone. "Something small, not big and all over like the sleeves from the punk edits video. You could handle that, right?"

Phil still felt apprehensive about it. "Something small, without a lot of colour. I could do that."

Dan's smirk turned into a full on smile. "So, it's a yes then? You're agreeing on the tattoo?"

Phil sighed and closed his eyes. "How bad does it hurt? Do you have a idea in mind?"

Dan shook his head. "I wanted to come up with one with you, if you agreed, of course. I was thinking maybe a quote or just something that represents us. Maybe around the collarbone? Don’t worry, I looked up the pain for that location, and it hurts a bit, since it's a more bony area, but it could be worse. Probably nothing I've never felt before." Dan winked. Phil snorted and rubbed his hands across his face. He still felt a little weary about the idea.

"Why do you even want to get matching tattoos?"

Dan's smile never dropped. "I thought you'd never ask." Dan stretched his arms across the table they were seated at. They had decided that they would go out for a nice meal tonight. They need a little break from pizza and takeaway.

Dan moved Phil's hands from his face and gripped them together as he rested his arms on the table. His smile turned soft.

"Phil, we've stuck with each other for eight years, almost nine. We've accomplished so much together. A radio show, wrote two books, went on tour and performed a stage show… God. Phil, I love you so much. I'm not leaving you and I'm pretty sure you're not going anywhere either. I know we don't need something physical to show our love like a tattoo, and it's completely out of character for us, but I think it would be fun! And it doesn't have to be something that shows that we're, you know, in love, so our subscribers can see it, cause I'm pretty sure I'd wanna show of my tat if I got one. But we don't have to if you don't want one, we don't have to get one. It's up to you." Dan kept eye contact with Phil the whole time he performed his speech. Phil felt his eyes widen and he swallowed to keep tears from forming in his eyes at Dan's powerful words.

"So?" Dan questioned in a quiet voice. Phil looked at his plate, and sighed out a small chuckle.

"I can't believe it, but you, Dan Howell, just talked me into getting a matching tattoo with you."

Dan's smile was infectious as he squeezed Phil's hands.

"Alright then. It's settled. We are getting matching tattoos."

___

Phil clenched his fists, squeezing the plush arm of the chair he was sitting in. He opened his eyes to see Dan's beautiful face hovering over his shoulder, smiling encouragingly down at him.

"Are you sure it doesn't hurt that bad?" Phil asked, looking up at his boyfriend.

"I'm sure. You'll be fine, Phil trust me."

"But you have a high pain tolerance, remember your DNA test?"

Dan laughed. "That's true, but don't worry, you'll be alright."

Phil sighed and closed his eyes again. "God, I hope so."

Dan rubbed Phil's right shoulder comfortingly. The man who had done Dan's tattoo came over to where they were seated and sat in the chair in front of Phil.

"Okay, so they same thing as your friend?" He asked in a soothing voice. Phil nodded, not trusting his voice.

"Same colour? Same font, size, place?"

"Same everything." Dan said as he squeezed Phil's shoulder.

"Alright, easy enough for me."

The man rolled his chair over to Phil's left side. "Okay, you're gonna need to take your shirt off, if you're comfortable with that." Phil nodded, Dan took his off so Phil decided to as well.

Dan took Phil's shirt and laid it across his shoulder. Phil wanted to fold his arms across his chest self consciously but he refrained from doing so. They would just get in the way of where the tattoo would be going.

The man started to prepare Phil's skin for the tattoo, cleaning his left side with rubbing alcohol. He then shave a bit of chest hair that was invading the area of where he was being inked. The stencil had already been made so the man (“you can call me Jim,” he had said before he brought Dan and Phil back to where they would be tattooed), used a soapy water solution to dampen Phil’s skin, and transferred the stencil of the design onto his left collarbone.

While preparing Phil for the tattoo, Jim explained what he was doing and what purpose it had in the tattooing process. Phil had already heard this from earlier when Dan was tattooed, but he still listened intently.

“Alright, it’s time for the first line.”

Phil sucked in a breath. He could do this, he could do this, he could do this. Dan squeezed Phil’s shoulder again, and then slipped his free hand into Phil’s. “You got this, Phil. I love you.” Dan whispered and Phil felt himself relax. As long as Dan was there, everything would be fine.

“You ready?” Jim asked after getting his machinery ready to apply the tattoo.

“Yep,” Phil said confidently. He was ready.

“Okay, just relax and breath. I have a stress ball here if you’d like to squeeze that,” Jim nodded over to his table that had all his supplies on it, including the red stress ball he was talking about.

Phil shook his head. “It’s alright.” And it was. He had Dan’s hand to crush once the actual process began.

“Okay, I’m going to start in 3… 2… 1…”

Phil felt the needle pierce his skin and tried his hardest not to flinch. He squeezed Dan’s hand, and Dan winced, not expecting Phil’s grip to be that strong.

“Ow, okay, Phil just relax, you gotta relax. You’re too tense.” Dan said, his empty hand rubbing Phil’s shoulder. Phil did his best to listen to his boyfriend.

Soon, the initial shock of pain subsided to a dull one, and Phil felt himself relax a bit. “There you go,” Dan whispered. “You doing so well, good job.”

Finally, after the linework, shading, and colouring, the tattoo was finished. Jim cleaned up the tattoo and applied a hot towel around the area. “Alright, you boys are good to go. Just remember to clean it and take care of it properly and nothing bad will happen. You can pay at the front desk.”

Dan and Phil said their thank you’s, paid their tips, and went to the front desk to pay. Once they paid, they called a taxi and made their way home.

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Dan and Phil stared at each other’s tattoos in awe. Phil couldn’t believe that he had a tattoo. And Dan has the exact same one.

“You don’t regret it, do you?” Dan asked softly, his eyes moving from Phil’s tattoo to his eyes.

Phil smiled softly. “No, I don’t. Do you?”

Dan laughed quietly. “Of course not.”

Phil brought his hand up to ghost over the letters permanently imbedded in his skin, then up onto Dan’s, tracing the same pattern of Dan’s tattoo. He traced over the slightly curled font, black and bold.

“‘I’ll do it all again/I think you’re my best friend.’” Phil read, a little smile on his face. “God, it’s so cheesy, but perfect.” Dan nodded.

“It was a good choice.”

“Perfect for us.”

“Yes,” Dan whispered. He leaned forward and kissed Phil’s nose. Phil giggled.

“Because we’ll always be best friends, no matter what.” Phil said with his eyes closed.

“Definitely. God bless Fall Out Boy.”

Phil laughed as he pulled Dan close and they both fell back onto the pillows of their bed.

“Oh yes. Now we gotta see how our followers react…”

Dan lifted his head and kissed Phil’s lips lightly. “They’ll love it, probably more than we do.”

Phil nodded and yawned, pulling Dan closer to him as he buried his head in Dan’s hair. “Thank you.”

“What for?” Dan mumbled, his voice heavy with upcoming sleep.

“For convincing me to do this. I’m glad you’re irresistible.”

Dan chuckled and shook his head in Phil’s chest. “I am irresistible, aren’t I? But, I’m glad you agreed. This was fun.” Phil opened his mouth to agree, but a yawn overtook him. “How’s about we go to sleep?” Dan suggested when he felt the yawn. Phil just nodded, sleep finally taking over. “Goodnight Dan.”

Dan smiled and traced the fresh ink in Phil’s chest. “Goodnight Phil.”

And the last thing Phil felt before sleep took over was Dan’s lips brushing over Phil’s chest, and he fell asleep like that, a smile playing on his lips.