Dean Di Laurentis is known to not settle down; quite the opposite, in fact. Each frat party had him winking at a puck bunny with a grin, making out with another girl, then grinding on yet another girl, all within 5 minutes. There's nothing else to call him but a 'ladies' man'.
So it's no surprise when he dresses up as Top Gun with Beau for Halloween, with his zipper halfway down, still leaving his toned chest on display for all the girls to stare at shamelessly. He practically set up fort in the kitchen, between letting girls take shots off his stomach and down his fair share of shots himself.
You walked in with Allie, a third wheel, after breaking up with your douche of a boyfriend. Sean wasn't a very good Ben Affleck, but after being sent away, you fit in as a good duo next to Allie's JLo outfit. Allie begged you to match with her, so naturally, you had to stick to the VMA theme. In a green top and blue skirt, you decided to go out as Britney for her iconic Slave 4 U performance. You wanted to be as close to the original as possible, so you bought a cheap yellow snake to keep over your shoulders.
"Let's go dance!" Allie shouted over the loudspeakers, not hesitating to drag you towards the living room, which was a makeshift dance floor. The middle of the living room was empty, with nobody actually bothering to dance and embarrass themselves. Allie, being Allie, didn't care about other people, and naturally, you were sucked into that mentality too.
Lady Gaga played over the partygoers' shouts and cheers, and Allie pulled you in, moving your arms back and forth as she shimmied. You laughed and turned your head side to side, letting yourself get into the music. No sane person doesn't dance to Gaga.
Dean was at the counter, zeroing in on you like a moth to a flame. He could see Allie catch her breath, pointing behind her. "I'm gonna go find Sean!" She shouted over the music. "He needs his cup!" Allie turned and pushed through a lifeguard and a schoolgirl to find her boyfriend. You sighed, finding yourself not only a third wheel, but now just alone, which was what you were avoiding from the get-go. Nonetheless, the only thing worse than dancing alone is standing alone like a loser. You looked around before getting into the music.
Dean smacked Tucker beside him, who was wearing a bumblebee costume. "Who's that?" Dean questioned, turning Tucker's and Beau's attention to you across the room. You put your arms up and moved your hips side to side, the sashes you stuffed into your shorts swaying with every movement.
"Whoa," Beau muttered. "I don't know her personally, but I'm pretty sure that's Britney," Beau said sarcastically.
Dean deadpanned at him. "That's really helpful. Thank you."
Tucker looked at his phone, which was conveniently Bluetoothed to the speakers, and scrolled through his playlist. He smacked Dean in the chest before scrolling some more. "I've got an idea." He said, tapping on his screen, cutting off Gaga's song halfway through.
I'm a Slave 4 U started to play through the speakers, and you paused, having no one to be excited with. If Allie was still beside you, she would be squealing and shaking you. "Oh, my god!" You said to a couple dressed as sexy referees. "This is my song!" You couldn't help but squeal before doing a body roll with your arms up.
Dean grinned with a shake of his head and turned to Tucker, giving his head a dramatic kiss. "Who says you're struggling with your assists, huh?" He questioned before making a beeline for you.
"I can still change the song, dick!" Tucker called out, rolling his eyes. But he wouldn't kill the blonde's vibe.
Dean snuck up behind you as your back was to him, still doing slow body rolls. He pressed himself against your back, his hands going to the top of your hips as he matched your movements.
"But I feel like talking, feel like dancing when I see this guy."
You looked at Dean over your shoulder, fully turning around so you could see him properly. His green eyes stared at you with a grin, and he kept his hands at your sides before he slowly lifted his arms up, and you copied him.
"I'm a slave for you, I cannot hold it, I cannot control it."
Your lips spread into their own form of a smile, having too much fun with this stranger. You had a perfect view of his chest, and he had the same with yours.
"Baby, don't you wanna dance upon me?"
Dean maintained eye contact with you, slowly lowering himself to his knees. Your eyes followed him as he paused just in front of your belt before standing up again.
"Do you like it? Yeah, now watch me."
He put his hands back on your hips and leaned his head forward to press his forehead against yours, his green eyes glowing under the overhead lights.
"I really wanna dance tonight with you. I really wanna do what you want me to."
Dean licked his bottom lip and tilted his chin down, tasting your lip gloss. He licked a small stripe up your bottom lip.
"I'm a slave for you."
You decided to give in to his need for a few seconds, able to take the liquor on his tongue.
"I won't deny it, I'm not trying to hide it, baby."
You pulled your head back, causing Dean to blindly chase your lips before giving up. You held up your plush snake's head and tail with both hands, with a lip bite in his direction.
Dean looked you up and down with a tiny smirk, slightly amused by your game.
"I'm a slave for you. I cannot hold it; I cannot control it."
You gave him a wink and walked around him, giving a small strut with the faux snake out of the living room. Dean stared at your empty spot with his jaw dropped. The 'ladies' man' was turned down for the first time at Briar U.
"I'm a slave for you. I cannot hold it; I cannot control it."
Two girls, one in a clown costume and the other as Red Riding Hood, didn't hesitate to dance up on Dean once he was alone. He didn't pay much attention to the two, though, only watching you walk further into the kitchen before noticing Tucker and Beau staring at him. They both gave him a thumbs up from the counter. Dean pursed his lips and put an arm up, dancing with the girls.
"I won't deny it, I'm not trying to hide it."
He didn't even get your name, yet you're already coiled around his neck like a python ready to strike. The costume did feel fitting, though; he was turning into a slave 4 u.
okay so law of assumption works. i've seen it, i've lived it, and TODAY the universe decided to send the confirmation in the form of a golden potato and honestly? most divine thing that's ever happened to me.
because think about it. what is this potato doing? it's just BEING golden. it's not stressing. it's not checking the 3D. it's not asking "but what if the good news doesn't come." it just EXISTS in its golden era fully and completely and the good news is already on the way. this potato is literally a neville goddard student and it doesn't even know it.
and now it's on your screen. that's not a coincidence. u attracted this potato. the potato is a sign. the potato is the universe winking at u going "yes dear it's working."
so we reblog. we assume. we receive. we thank the potato later.
i don't make the rules i just trust the process and apparently also the produce. 🥔✨
when malachi started filming the house tour tiktok, you were very excited. you know that he’s doing it as a type of brand deal, this is a collaboration with the furniture brand after all, but it’s also a big step in your relationship. a very very big one, that now the entire world knows about.
but you let him do his thing, his job, really, and he films his house tour, showing off the entire place up until the bedroom where you’re laying in bed on your phone. “and this is my lovely girlfriend.” he kisses your head quickly before explaining everything in the room and saying bye as he leaves to the garage.
once the video’s over, you’re breathing just slightly lighter and you run over to watch it. “good?” you mumble as the video plays out and he nods.
“yeah, gonna wait for the go from my dad and then i’ll post it.” so he sends it to him, the two of you staying in the chat for just a second, you’re not sure why he looks worried, but you know you feel it. “baby, uh, while i was showing the garage, we kinda passed by the ‘guest room’.” the use of air quotes is very much necessary.
the extra room in the house is admittedly yours. you moved in with malachi, helped the brand put everything together, added your touch to almost everything int he house, and when it came time for the bedrooms, you let malachi decorate his however he wants and he let you decorate another one, though the two of you know which one you’ll be sleeping in.
in all honesty, this is malachi’s creative project, not yours, you don’t care about how the place looks as long as he likes it, as long as you have a place to sit down after a long day and be alone (your room) and he has somewhere he can work on his car (the mechanic shop side of the garage) then you’re golden.
and so passing by the guess room in the video isn’t a big deal, it’s just decorated in light pink is all, so maybe people could catch on about what that means, but ultimately, no one cares. if the two of you are old enough to have a wine cart then living with him when you’re visiting in state is nothing.
but that’s not the point. “just delete that part, it’s not a live, mal.”
“yeah, but it’s all in one shot and it’d be a hassle to cut out a part where i’m literally just shutting the door closed. can i keep it in and pray no one cares?”
with his fans? with the heat that’s on him right now because of all the drama? you’re fucking sure people will notice, but you shrug and let him do what he wants. again, social media, the brand deals, the acting and fans, they’re all malachi’s.
so he posts the video with a smile, captions it with a grateful thank you to the brand and puts his phone away. the rest of the night is calm, you decide on what dinner to make, you watch a movie, of your choosing, he’s always prone to letting you do what you want if he’s this happy. and he is, you’re freakin moved in, he can’t be happier if he tried.
“wanna go live?” he asks, scrolling through his phone but he’s already opening tiktok before you can answer so you just roll your eyes and sit up so you can make sure you look okay.
“at least pass me my lipgloss.” malachi smiles, leaning forward to quickly kiss you, and you’re about to melt into him, but he pulls away too quickly and you whine. “i’m serious.”
“so am i, you don’t need it.” and just like that, the live started and people are already joining. you groan and get off the couch to find your lipgloss while he introduces where he is and all that. “yeah, it’s the new house, it’s so cool. i’m really excited, and i think she likes it too.” he teases when you sit down, putting the cap of the lipgloss back on.
“i do,” you smile, “i helped a little and it’s really beautiful, and his room is pretty cool, even if i don’t see the vision.” you don’t exactly get what’s so fun about clocks that look like they’re melting but whatever makes him happy is something you want int he house. “and anyway, guys, wanna see my new lipgloss?” you quickly perk up, showing off the brand new kiko milano line. you have the entire collection, but especially the new glosses are your favorite. “isn’t it so pretty?”
malachi, as always, responds, “you’re so pretty.”
at this point, the internet and his fans are more than adapted to your flirting. sure, there are compilations, but it’s sweet more than anything. you knock your knee against his with a blush, looking back at the screen as you twirl the packaging then sit with your back to the couch. he sits up to read the comments flying in. “woah woah, all i said was that she’s pretty.”
you snort, “yeah, like once every second— oh, mal, can we watch game of thrones?” his eyes widen and you pout. “okay, yeah, i’ve never watched it but it’s not that big—”
“baby, no, i mean it’s stupid that you haven’t watched got but look at this.” you lean forward to read the comments, omg new ring are they getting engaged. they’re only 18 why is she ruining his life. new ring on her finger. he took freya’s ring off guys maybe to make space for the new one. engagement ring alert. maybe it’s a promise ring. guys what if she moved in with him.
oh. you laugh a little and shake your head. mumbling low enough that the mic might not have picked it up, “didn’t know my rings were a topic of discussion.” malachi mimics your expression, leaning back to kiss your head. yeah, when you’re with malachi, everything you do is a topic of discussion.
he’s about to start a new topic, grabbing your phone to stop the song going on in the background and start a new one. but then he pauses, facing you, asking silently and you just shrug, instantly understanding what he’s trying to say. how much or little malachi shares with his fans is none of your business and not something you particularly have strong opinions about. “yeah, it’s a promise ring,” he says, bringing your hand closer to the camera and the second it’s visible, you pull it back and slap his shoulder.
okay maybe you do have an opinion when it comes to the ring, you don’t want everyone to see it, it’s something that’s just yours and malachi’s. something he got custom made for you. “for now, anyway.” your eyes widen.
“shut up!” he grabs your hand that time and at the sake of not being too intimate on camera, he just intertwined your fingers. “and since we’re taking about it, i’m living here too, just while i’m in vancouver. so incase you guys exclusively see this background in tiktoks, you should know that i’m taking over the entire house.”
malachi can’t stop staring at you, eyes all but sparkling as you speak. you hardly ever get involved in his lives or his social media side of things. you don’t exactly love it, and you’ve voiced that to him but he likes interacting with fans so you let him do what he wants, but seeing you tell everyone that you’re his like this, that you’re living here even if you’re downplaying it for them, just so they don’t start planning wedding edits, he loves it. he loves you.
I'm desperately looking for a series of Bang Chan that was like him and the reader are like camstars to pay rent but the other members also join in on the fun
Please help me find it. It is one of the best series I have read and I want to put it on my fic recs.
A/n: Most of this came to me last night at 4am when I was trying to go to bed and I just HAD to write it! LMFAO! @hityoulikebahng here's your McDonalds in bed love!
Warnings: Strong language/swearing, suggestive, m2m kissing, mentions reader being sore from the night before (not sure if that's a warning.) I think that's it! This is just a super fluffy, funny, day after interaction between them.
When you woke up the next morning your whole body ached from everything that had happened the night before. The ache made you not want to move a single inch from your spot. Unfortunately, the alarm on Chan’s phone that he was sleeping through the last ten minutes was starting to drive you mad and forced you to. You laid there, face down, and flopped your arm over to reach for the phone and turn it off, accidentally smacking Chan in the face instead.
“OW! My nose!” You opened your eyes but didn’t lift your head from its spot on your pillow.
“Ohhhh baby! I’m so sorry, I was reaching for the alarm. I love your nose so much! Is it okay?” You said sleepily, words muffled by the pillow your face was still half buried in. Chan rubbed his nose, blinking the tears from his eyes and reached for his phone to turn the alarm off. He turned over and looked at you once it had been silenced.
“It’s okay, just was NOT expecting to get woke up THAT way.” You made a pouty face at him as best you could being faceplanted in a pillow.
“I’m sorry baby.” You whinned. Chan wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him.
“It’s okay baby girl.” He kissed your cheek and gave you a tight squeeze. Even though you loved it when Chan hugged you tightly, your body was so sore. You couldn’t help the groan you let out in pain.
“Ughhhh not so tight Channie. I’m achy today.” Chan loosened his grip and kissed your lips this time.
“Sorry my love.” You shook your head.
“No, it’s okay. I just hope you don’t have any plans for me today because I’m not moving one fucking inch from this spot.” Chan rubbed the tip of his nose against yours and shook his head.
“You don’t have to. I made sure we didn’t make any plans for today.” You hummed nuzzling in close to Chan’s warm chest. Then unexpected signs of life came from the maknae on the other side of the bed.
“Is anyone else as fucking hungry as I am right now?” You and Chan started laughing.
“YES!” You both yelled in unison.
“Let’s order breakfast from McDonalds!” Jeongin suggested.” Chan lifted his head, looking over at him.
“You buying?” Jeongin finally lifted his head from the pillow he’d had his face buried in and looked at Chan.
“I thought you were.” He cracked a smile as his foxlike eyes narrowed at his hyung. Chan gave him a challenging look back.
“Gwi bawi bo?” Jeongin nodded sleepy and propped himself up on one of his elbows holding out his fist. Chan did the same.
“Gwwwiiii baaawiii bo!” Chan shouted. Jeongin threw scissors and Chan threw paper which Jeongin knew Chan had a habit of doing.
“SHIT!” Chan swore and the maknae laughed.
“Hahaha! I! WIN! I want a sausage and egg biscuit, 2 hashbrowns, and a small black coffee.” Jeongin flopped back down on the bed basking in his victory and Chan shook his head.
“What do you want baby girl?” You rolled over onto your back and thought a minute.
“Get me a sausage egg and cheese Mcmuffin, a hashbrown and an orange juice please baby.” Chan nodded and pecked your lips then grabbed his phone, pulled up the delivery app and ordered everyone’s food. When he was done he sat his phone back on the table by the bed and curled up with you again to wait on the food. You opened your eyes when Chan wrapped his arms around you, spooning you. When you did you saw Jeongin on the other side of the bed alone, laying on his back, hands tucked behind his head. You stretched one of your achy legs towards him and nudged his side with your cold foot.
“Come join the cuddle puddle Innie!” You reached out with grabby hands and Jeongin scooted closer to you so you could wrap your arms around his body and spoon him. The three of you laid there like that until Chan got the notification that your food had been delivered to the door man down in the lobby.
“Food’s here! Who’s getting it?” Chan asked. You burrowed deeper into the bed.
“I told you I wasn’t moving one inch today...” Chan and Jeongin lifted their heads at the same time looking at each other. Jeongin put up a fist and Chan raised his.
“Gwwwiiii baaawiii BO!” Jeongin threw scissors again but this time Chan threw rock.
“YESSS!” Chan shouted and Jeongin groaned out.
“What the hell you ALWAYS throw paper!” Chan laughed.
“Sorry about your luck maknae! Not this time!” Jeongin let out another dramatic moan and you started pushing his backside with your feet, pushing him towards the edge of the bed.
“Go on Innieee I’m hungryyyy!” He got up and sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and stretching.
“Okay okay princess, I’m going!” You laughed at the use of the pet name again and his tone, then stretched and spread out in his spot. He looked over his shoulder at you and cocked his eyebrow.
“What? I’m just keeping it warm for you.” He shook his head laughing and stood up stretching and groaning loudly. He grabbed his pants and put them on, buttoning and zipping them, but since he was coming back and going straight back to bed he couldn’t be bothered fastening the belt hanging from the loops. He found his shirt and put it on, also not bothering to fuss with buttoning it.
“My slides are by the door if you don’t feel like fucking with socks and shoes.” Chan offered. Jeongin with his fluffy, messy bed head, nodded and waved at him as he yawned, rubbing his eyes and walking out of the room. Jeongin put Chan’s slides on and sleepily made his way down to the lobby of the building to get your McDonalds from the door man.
When Jeongin made his way to the elevators to go back up to the apartment he saw the same neighbor couple he’d ran into with you the night before. The three of them got on the same elevator and headed up together. When Jeongin looked up he noticed the girl was staring at him. He politely smiled at her and she scowled back at him.
Her boyfriend noticed the look on her face and nudged her. When he did, she quickly looked away. Jeongin wondered why was she looking at him like that? Probably because he looked like a fucking mess. His hair was sticking up, pillow creases on his face, eyes still puffy from sleep, and he was partially dressed in half a wrinkled suit they’d seen him wearing the night before.
The elevator finally reached your floor and the doors dinged. When they opened Chan was standing there, shirtless, sweats hanging low on his hips and barefoot. His curls were an absolute mop on top of his head and his eyes, also still puffy from sleep, got a little wider when he noticed the neighbor couple in the elevator with Jeongin.
“OH! Hey!” Chan gave the couple a shy wave, a little embarrassed to be standing there looking the way he was. He turned towards Jeongin.
“You were taking a while, so I was just coming to check and make sure you didn’t need any help.” Jeongin nodded then handed Chan the drinks and held onto the bag. The neighbors looked like they were solving long division in their head. They were so confused trying to piece together the dynamic going on between you, Chan and Jeongin. Chan smiled and bowed his head a little at them.
“Nice seeing you again. Have a good day!” The lag was real. They were STILL trying to figure out just what the relationship was here. It took the couple a minute for them to realize Chan had said something then they both quickly started stumbling over their words telling Chan it was nice to see him and to have a good day as well. Chan and Jeongin made their way down the hall towards you and Chan’s apartment as the neighbor couple watched them from the elevator.
At that point it was VERY obvious to Chan that they were staring at them. When Chan glanced over his shoulder again and saw them gawking still, he decided to have a little fun at their expense, since they wanted to be so fucking nosey. So, when Chan and Jeongin reached the apartment door Chan stopped Jeongin a moment before going in. The maknae looked confused now too. Chan gave the neighbors, who were STILL staring, another quick glance over Jeongin’s shoulder then leaned in and kissed him and it was not just a LITTLE peck.
Chan’s free hand threaded through the hair at the nape of Jeongin’s neck pulling him into the kiss. Chan tilted his head kissing Jeongin deeper as he plunged his whole tongue into the maknae’s mouth. Jeongin was caught off guard at first but quickly relaxed. His own free hand came up and cupped Chan’s face as he kissed him back, his tongue dipping into Chan’s mouth tasting him as well.
When Chan pulled back, he bit and tugged at Jeongin’s bottom lip, then gave his lips a playful lick and shot another look towards his VERY confused neighbors before smiling at them. Chan opened the door, holding it for Jeongin, then gave his stunned neighbors a little wave before entering the apartment. When Chan shut the door and turned around he found Jeongin standing there giving him a crazy look.
“Uhhh not that I’m complaining buuuuuut what the fuck was that?!” Chan laughed.
“The neighbors wouldn’t stop staring so I figured they wanted a show.” Jeongin’s brows scrunched up in confusion before realizing what Chan meant. They both laughed their asses off as they walked back to the bedroom with all the food. When they walked in laughing you looked up wondering just what was SOOO funny.
“What’s up guys?” You sat up on the bed, folding your sore legs crisscross. Chan and Jeongin started handing you your food and drink.
“Well I think that couple that lives up the hall might not talk to us so much anymore.” You cocked your head confused.
“Why do you think that?” Jeongin rolled his eyes and shook his head laughing again.
“Cause Channie hyung decided to try and give me CPR with his tongue right in front of them.” Your jaw dropped.
“CHAN!” Both of the guys were laughing again.
“What!? They wouldn’t stop being nosey and staring so I gave them something to stare at.” You shook your head at him.
“What?!” He asked incredulously.
“Nothing!” You answered putting your hands up in surrender.
“I’m just a little disappointed I missed it.” Chan rolled his eyes and Jeongin laughed.
“I’ll make sure you have front row seats for the next time baby girl.” You smiled a big goofy smile and the guys distributed the rest of the food and got in bed. You were all so hungry you ate in complete silence and it was only a few minutes before all the food was gone. When you were done eating Chan threw everything away and you all got cozy on the bed again.
You tuned on the tv and had a movie marathon as the three of you laid around all day. When you all got hungry again you determined who paid for and who retrieved the deliveries with more rounds of gwi bawi bo. Just to be fair you even participated when it was time for dinner, although you won both times and didn’t have to pay or go. Chan and Jeongin both accused you of cheating.
After dinner you put another movie on and as you sat there between the two men you felt a huge sense of relief that, after everything that had happened the night before, nothing had seemed to change between any of you. You scooted in closer to Jeongin, made Chan wrap his arms around you and settled in to watch the movie just as happy and content as you could possibly be.
