Summary: Brendon realises your relationship may be shifting when he discovers he has a drawer at your place.
Set After:
The First Time (NSFW) - Fireworks aren't the only explosive thing happening at Jesse's Fourth of July party.
A Loaded Gun (NSFW) - Hate sex has never been so fucking hot...
The Game - Brendon finds himself breaking his own rules when it comes to you.
Pittfest -Brendon comforts you when you fall apart after the events of Pittfest.
Set Before:
Scrunchies - Scrunchies… they’re the downfall of Brendon Park.
Love Games (NSFW) - Brendon and you love to play games, especially with each other.
An Exquisite Form of Torture (NSFW) - Brendon continues to turn up the heat as he holds you captive.
THAT Guy - Brendon is forced to face up to his feelings for you when he finds out your meeting up with an ex.
Seven Days - Seven days is far too long to go without you...
Save It - A thirty six hour shift leads to another admission about your relationship with Brendon.
Doctor Dick - Brendon's day takes a turn when Whitaker gives him some critical information.
A Manipulative Fuck - You and Brendon discuss what happened with your ex.
The Call (NSFW) - Brendon decides to put a stop to David's calls once and for all.
The One That Hates The Ravens - David's attempt at revenge backfires spectacularly.
The Lovin Spoonful - You wake up to an unexpected surprise.
Delete, Block, Rinse, Repeat - A series of cryptic messages force Brendon to confront a secret he's been keeping for almost a decade.
His Father's Son - Brendon reflects on the past as he debates taking that first sip of whiskey.
The Cost of Dignity - Brendon's greatest secret comes with a cost.
A Kiss For Luck - Brendon struggles to navigate working at the hospital after the release of THAT video.
The Craziest Fucking Thing - You take matters into your own hands after receiving bad news from Brendon.
Ride Or Die - You wake up to the sound of an angry blender after Brendon discovers what happened with Rowena.
Diamonds (NSFW) - A bet leads to naughty shenanigans in a five star restaurant.
Brendon doesn’t realise he has a drawer, not until he steps out of the shower one morning and you open it to toss one of his t-shirts at him, along with a pair of boxers he’d long forgotten about. He’s so surprised by this new information that he fumbles catching the garments, allowing them instead to flutter to the floor.
“Why do you have that face?” You ask him, throwing your hip against the offending piece of furniture because the mechanism is a little stiff.
“Just didn’t realise that I have stuff here.” He mumbles picking up his clothes. When he straightens up, you’re standing there with your hand on your hip and a displeased expression he has seen far too many times.
“What did you think happens to the clothes you leave lying around?” You ask him, raising an eyebrow. “That they magically washed themselves and found their way back into your gym bag to be smuggled home in secret?”
Honestly, he’s never really given any real thought to it. Everytime, he stays over after fucking at your place, he’s usually too focused on trying to get his ass out of the door on time because he spends far too long with his face buried between your thighs after the alarm goes off.
It’s only now, after the revelation oof the drawer that he’s starting to realise just how often he’s in your orbit. How many nights he actually spends in your company. How many nights you spend in his.
“Maybe…” His heart starts to race, pounding against his ribcage as he pretends to pat himself dry nonchalantly. “Maybe some of your stuff could find it’s way into one of my drawers. Clothes, a hairbrush… I don’t know, something that means you’re not stealing my shirts everytime you come over.”
Fuck… you look good in his shirts but… he’s willing to make sacrifices if there’s a drawer involved, because a drawer… that changes the game.
“It would be easier than lugging an overnight bag around everytime I think we’re going to fuck.” You admit, picking up your watch from on top of the dresser and fastening it onto your wrist. “Wouldn’t harm to leave a toothbrush in your bathroom, I keep losing mine somewhere in between our places.”
He ignores the feeling he gets at the thought of your toothbrush alongside his, the domesticity the two of you are starting to fall into. This kind of thing its new to him, and he gets the sense you’re going to bolt if he tries to assign any meaning to it.
“It’s just practical.” He reasons as he thinks of how much he likes the scent of you clinging to pillows. “You’re always complaining about my shampoo, maybe you should leave some of that too.”
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There are many hunky men out there but a genuinely goofy and artistic and loving and sensitive hunk is hard to find
And he cooks* and is handy** around the home!!
*he cooks shirtless, which I like looking at but also put something on so you don't get drops of hot oil on your skin?? I'm okay for him to compromise by wearing an apron and nothing else
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