#asking me if i have a playlist is like asking me if i have a wip

[crushpunky]

drew and actress!reader on the kitten interview

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this was highly requested, hope you enjoy <3

“Not sure how I got the short end of the stick with these three.” Y/n teased as she crossed her legs in front of her, joining Chase, Rudy, and Drew on the floor of the interview space. Cameras and crew surrounded them, a small makeshift barrier of boxes dividing them from where the cast sat on the floor.

“Ouch.” Rudy said, placing his hand over his heart in faux hurt. Drew grinned, leaning back on his hands, his fingers resting closely to the curve of y/n’s back.

“Are we ready for the kittens?” One of the producers asked.

“Bring in the cats!” The four of them cheered, clapping excitedly as one of the crew members entered the space, kittens in hands. Y/n put her hands over her mouth, squealing quietly as they placed the tiny creatures down in front of them.

“How long until y/n starts crying?” Chase said, as they continued to watch the kittens stumbled along the ground.

“She already cried on the drive here so…” Drew said, causing y/n to elbow him before returning her attention to the cats. A small gray kitten waddled over, climbing its way into y/n’s lap, its paws padding along her legs softly. The four of them talked sweetly to the kittens as they continued to play, climb, and run along the set.

Who in the Outer Banks cast consistently makes you break character?

“Oh JD,” Rudy said, moving to lay on his back as a small orange kitten rested politely in his lap.

“Yeah…” Drew watched one of the kittens crawl along his arm. “Or Nick Cirillo.”

“Agreed, agreed,” Chase said. “Y/n?”

“Hmm?” Y/n asked, clearly still entranced by the gray kitten playing with the sleeve of her shirt. The boys broke into laughter, causing y/n to groan. Of course she knew it was going to be difficult to answer questions with the smallest, cutest creatures alive in front of her, but she at least thought she’d be able to answer one question.

“I’m sorrryyy!” Y/n laughed. “Um, I think I’d have to say JD or Drew.”

“Me?” Drew asked with a quirk of his head.

“Yes! It’s just so weird to see you acting like… for lack of better words, a crazy person.” Y/n grinned, her nails scratching the scruff of the gray kitten’s neck.

What’s your favorite behind-the-scenes memory from filming Season 4?

“Oh, probably when Drew dropped me on my ass.” Y/n said, causing Rudy and Chase to laugh at the memory and Drew to shake his head emphatically. They had been filming a scene where Rafe picked up y/n’s character, carrying her over to the couch, however, Drew had miscalculated and dropped y/n straight on the hardwood floor. He had felt so awful, stressing as a pretty gnarly bruise began to form along her back over the week.

“I’m sorry! It was an accident.” Drew groaned, running his fingers through his grown out buzz cut.

“I know, I’m just kidding, baby.” Y/n cooed, pressing a kiss to Drew’s cheek.

If you could create a playlist for your characters, what songs would be on it?

“Do you guys have playlists?” Drew asked, looking between his co-stars. 

“Oh yeah,” Rudy said, patting the head of the kitten sleeping soundly on his stomach.

“I’ve got like a lot of… dark stuff.” Drew chuckled, glancing over at y/n, who was entranced with the gray cat that was still lying politely in her lap. Drew noticed the sparkle in her eye as she tickled the cat playfully, the kitten letting out a small meow.

“Um, a lot of Taylor Swift, of course… some Fleetwood Mac.” Y/n answered, attention still on her new furry friend.

“I think you’ve got a new family member, Starkey.” Chase teased, pointing at the furball in y/n’s lap.

“Oh, yeah, I think Charleston needs a little kitten friend.” Y/n said, blinking her eyes at Drew playfully. Drew said nothing, just grinning and chuckling lightly.

What’s your biggest ick?

“If you don’t like animals.” Rudy said, y/n pointing at him with a nod. At her movement, the small gray cat in her lap leaped off her knee, landing on Drew’s stomach. The kitten crawled up before flopping down on his chest, wide eyes peering up at Drew. Y/n squealed, watching the little cat having a staring contest with big old Starkey.

“I’d say, um, being rude to service people. That’s a big ick.” Drew whispered, his hand moving to rest next to the kitten’s paws.

“I would say hating on people for liking things,” y/n said, scratching the gray cat’s head. “Like, let people like things. Who cares.”

“Yeah, I agree.” Chase said.

If Outer Banks could crossover with any tv show, which show would you choose?

“Seinfeld?” Rudy laughed, the orange cat resting on his lap stirring slightly as his stomach moved as he chuckled.

“I’ve been digging Rings of Powers lately. I think it would be kinda cool to be in Middle Earth.” Drew answered, sitting up slowly, the cat sliding to rest in his arms.

“Alright, nerd.” Chase teased, causing y/n to giggle and Drew to roll his eyes at the jab. Contrary to what his very frat boy-esque exterior may give off, Drew was a nerd at heart, more than okay with spending the night reading Harry Potter or watching Lord of the Rings.

“I’m gonna say, and I think JD and Austin would agree with me, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia.” Y/n said, the boys humming in agreement.

“I feel like JJ would really get along with the Gang.” Rudy said.

Who was your celebrity crush growing up?

“Robin Williams. I had a huge crush on him growing up.” Rudy answered, petting the kitten in his lap softly. The gray kitten resting in Drew’s arm began to climb up his shirtsleeve, balancing on his forearm as Drew lifted it higher.

“Padme and Anakin in Attack of the Clones were… life changing.” Y/n said, watching the kitten walking carefully across Drew’s arm. One of the kitten’s paws slipped off, causing the kitten to fall and y/n to let out a small yelp. Drew was able to catch the cat’s small body before it fell too far, the cast letting our relieved sighs.

“You saved him.” Chase gasped, Drew lifting to hold the kitten against his chest, a sweet smile on his face. Y/n cooed at the way the kitten rested in Drew’s large hands, resting her head on Drew’s shoulder as the two of them looked down at the cat.

“Hmm,” Drew hummed quietly, “maybe Charleston does need a little friend.”

Y/n grinned, pressing a kiss to Drew’s cheek before squealing excitedly. Y/n turned to Chase, shaking his shoulders excitedly as Chase joined in on her excited squeals.

“Thank you Buzzfeed!” Rudy said, elbowing Drew playfully.

“Yes, thank you Buzzfeed!” Y/n joined, thanking the crew for their new furry friend.

[lnfours]

close to you | l.n

summary: chemical override, ultraviolet, you could be mine tonight ; or having a crush is mind boggling, soul crushing and confusing, but also so exciting at the same time.

warnings: inspired by close to you by gracie abrams, friends to lovers (bc it’s my brand), pining, all the feels, reader is childhood best friends with pietra, fluff, and some language here and there

jordans notes: hi everyone! long time no see (😅) i’m slowly getting back into writing, school has been kicking my ass. i don’t think this is my best work, but i really wanted to get something out for you guys since ive been gone so long! i promise there’s more to come than just this! i hope you all are well!! sending you all my love 🤍

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before you met him, you didn’t think about the color green too often. it was one of those colors you didn’t necessarily love or hate, it was just kind of… there.

to you, it was just one of those colors where shades of it were prettier than the actual color itself. or a color you only really liked during the fall. like how, typically, people only liked the color blue during the summer.

that was until you met him.

the boy with those big, beautiful, slightly blue but slightly green, water-colored eyes. now you love the color green. obsessed over it. thought about it every second of every day. it was crazy how a simple opinion could change in a matter of seconds, all because of those stupidly pretty eyes.

You lie awake on your back, staring at the ceiling. surely it wasn’t normal to obsess over someone this much, right? especially over someone you weren’t even sure would ever feel the same.

sure, you had crushes before, and had your fair share of falling quickly and all at once. it wasn’t an unusual feeling to you, no stranger to catching feelings rather quickly.

but this time around, everything was different. everything felt more intense, more mind-boggling and confusing and pulse rising. the feeling so foreign that sometimes you wish you had never met him so you wouldn’t have fallen so hard so sudden, but deep down you were so glad that you had.

it was the little things that made you wonder what it was like to be loved by him. the subtle glances in your direction, the gentle but lingering touches. you had thought you were going crazy, reading too much into things in the beginning. over-analyzing every little thing that made your body light up with excitement.

until pietra confirmed your suspicions.

“he’s totally into you,” she said, leaning closer to your ear as you watched him from across the room, his head tilted back, nose scrunched and eyes half shut as he laughed about something max had said, which was likely something stupid, “like, one hundred percent, down bad, into you.”

you tilted your head at the blonde, “you think so?”

she scoffed, “more like know so,”

“who told you?”

“no one has to tell me anything,” she said, “i can just tell.”

you rolled your eyes at her, “p, i’ve told you a million times, he’s not into me.”

but she was right. he was one hundred percent, undoubtedly, down. fucking. bad.

ever since the moment he met you at that stupid pub with max and his group of friends, all he wanted to do was get to know you. he didn’t want it to seem obvious when he asked max about you, but he knew no matter what he did it was going to seem obvious. just from the way he looked at you like you hung the stars in the night sky, he was no where near subtle.

he hated to admit it, but he had even done some lowkey instagram stalking through one of his private accounts. he had seen all the pictures of you and pietra, a life long friendship explained to him in front of his own eyes.

and every time his fingers would swipe through your account, all he could think about was how beautiful you were. how your eyes sparkled every time you smiled for the camera, how happy you looked when you genuinely laughed, and how he wished to be the reason behind the gorgeous sound forever.

he wasn’t trying to make it obvious tonight, not wanting to make it well known that he had his eyes on you for a while. but he had lost track at the amount of times you had caught him looking at you, and he swore he had even caught you looking at him first a handful of times.

so when everyone in the house decided that it was the end of the night and started filing through the door, he took it upon himself to make his way over to you. you were talking with pietra, a smile on your face as you giggled about something she had said. the brazilian woman’s eyes landed on him, to which she looked back at you and said something before you turned to look in his direction.

he smiled when your eyes met his, “hey, did you need a ride home?”

your heart threatened to leap out of your chest, “uhm, i was just gonna call an uber, you don’t have to-“

“no, no,” he said, shaking his head, “i insist, really. it’s not a big deal.”

how could you argue with him? those pretty green eyes, that smile, the face. you simply couldn’t. it was impossible. you couldn’t see the look pietra was giving you, but knowing her, you knew it was a look that said ‘go with him’.

and do you did, the cool, crisp autumn air in london suddenly making you wish you had brought a jacket. you had wished you planned for the nightly breeze, wishing you had opted for a long-sleeved shirt for the night instead of the spaghetti strap tank top you had chosen.

as you walked to the car that was parked down the street, he noticed you shivering. he saw the way you hugged yourself, your hair moving with the breeze. his curls danced in the wind and he knew if he was slightly cold, you were definitely freezing.

he tugged off the hoodie before passing it to you, the sound of the doors to the mclaren echoing before he turned to you.

“here,” he said, “it’s a little windy out, i know you’re probably freezing.”

your stomach did backflips as you took the soft black material from his hands, “oh, are you sure? aren’t you cold?”

he sent you a shrug, “i’ll live,”

there was no use arguing with him, so instead you sent him another smile in appreciation before tugging the sweatshirt over your head. it was already warm from hugging his body, and you couldn't help the way the smell of his cologne lingered in the soft material. you had to keep yourself from burying yourself in it, the feeling of being close to him without actually being close to him sending butterflies to your stomach.

the car ride was filled with comfortable silence, music softly playing in the background. he stole occasional looks over at your figure as you looked out the window, the neck of his hoodie pulled up to your face as you watched the street lights pass by. you looked beautiful in the dim light, he couldn’t help himself.

he thought about taking the long way to your house. a simple but effective way to be able to spend more time with you. however, the thought of you being confused and questioning his actions was enough for him to stay straight at the stop light instead of taking a right for the longer way.

he tried not to look disappointed when he reached your house, parking in front of it. he wondered if your roommates were home, if you’d tell them about the fact that he drove you home.

he turned the engine off, unclicking his seatbelt, “i’ll walk you up.”

you nodded, the both of you getting out of the car and walking through the dewy grass up to the wooden door. you fished for your keys in your purse, putting them into the lock before turning to look at him, “thanks for the ride,”

“anytime,” he smiled. he meant it. and you knew he meant it. he’d come get you at anytime of the day, wether it was early in the morning or late at night, he was always going to show up.

you stood there, eyes searching his face. he was so pretty to you, the brown curls that were slowly growing into a mullet to the sparkling eyes that you loved so much. the dimples in his cheeks that appeared whenever he smiled, the slight facial hair he had managed to grow, but your favorite part was the moles and freckles that covered his skin. the ones he had once complained about, but you loved the way they scattered his skin.

you dreamt of kissing each and every single one of them.

“hey, lando! long time no see!”

you both averted your attention, neither of you hearing the door open behind you. in the doorway stood your dark haired roommate, faith.

“hey,” he smiled softly, trying once again to not look disappointed from the way your moment was interrupted.

“we’re having drinks and watching movies if you wanted to join,” she smiled, ignoring the look you were sending her way.

“oh, uhm,” he started, not sure how to answer, “it’s getting kinda late, i dunno-“

“you can crash in y/n’s room, im sure she wouldn’t mind.”

what was that supposed to mean?

you looked over at him, “you don’t have to stay-“

“he’s been gone for weeks, he’s legally obligated,” she said, reaching from the doorway and grabbing both of your arms, “c’mon, liv is making martinis.”

you sighed heavily and he laughed softly at your protest that went unnoticed by her. your other roommate, olivia, stood in the kitchen.

“look who i found!” faith exclaimed excitedly.

“oh, hey guys! just in time,” she smiled, “it’s martini and movie friday!”

lando leaned over to you as the other two talked, “they do this every friday?”

you sighed again, nodding, “unfortunately,” you turned to your roommates, “we’re gonna head up to my room, actually,”

you led lando to the stairs, ignoring the playful teasing from the girls in the kitchen, “oooh!!”

“up to your room, huh?”

you shook your head, opening your bedroom door and letting him in before closing it, “‘m sorry for them, they’re… how do i put this?”

“a lot?” he asked, a smile playing at his lips.

“yeah, we can put it that way.”

he chuckled, sitting down on the bed as you put your things down. he looked around your bedroom, not much had changed since the last time he had been in it. the fairy lights dimly lit up the room, photos littered the walls. the desk that sat in the corner of the room kept your makeup bag and brushes, a mirror sitting in the middle.

he looked at your nightstand, a picture of you, him, max and pietra sitting on the wooden surface. it was a picture from miami, smiles on all of your faces. you stood in the middle, arm wrapped around his middle as you smiled for the camera, his trophy in the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your middle.

“i’m gonna change,” you said, “i might have a pair of your sweatpants somewhere if you wanted to change.”

he nodded, “yeah, that’d be great.”

you turned back to the dresser, opening drawers in search for the pair of sweatpants he leant you one day. the same day he picked you up from the failed date. the one that left you crying outside, swearing up and down that you’d never find love. despite it being in front of you this entire time.

finally finding the black material, you handed them to him, “i meant to give them back, but i just haven’t seen you,”

he shook his head. you could’ve kept them forever and he wouldn’t have minded one bit, “it’s alright,”

you grabbed your pajama bottoms from the foot of the bed, “be right back.”

he changed into the sweatpants while you were gone, still looking around your room. he smiled at the picture of you and your roommates, clearly taken at a party. you wore the prettiest smile he had ever seen, dressed in a black off the shoulder top. it was from the same night he realized he liked you in more than just a friendly way.

the door opening brought him back to reality, his eyes landing on your figure and how you were still wearing the black hoodie he had given you earlier. it brought a small smile to his face.

you noticed his eyes on you, looking down at the black hoodie, “i swear i’ll give it back once i wash it.”

he laughed softly, shaking his head, “it’s okay. it looks better on you anyways.”

you smiled, fighting the heat that was rising your cheeks but it was no use. he joined you on the bed, watching as you flipped through different things on netflix.

“you don’t have to stay, y’know,” you said, looking over at him, “if you have better things to do..”

“i don’t,” he said, turning his head to look your way, “in all honesty, there’s no where else i’d rather be.”

you sucked in a breath, your eyes dancing across his face once again. it was hard for you not to stare, not when he looked so pretty like this. back pressed against your headboard, hair slightly messy, and he looked so cozy. it made you want to wrap yourself around him, lay your head on his chest.

he did the same, his eyes scanning your face like he was trying to memorize every single feature, every single imperfection that he thought was still perfect. the same ones you’d argue about, but he still always found adorable.

his voice broke the comfortable silence that had fallen between the two of you, “do you ever have something to say but can’t find the words to say it?”

your furrowed your eyebrows, “like?”

he licked his lips, his attention now fixed on his hands as he fiddled with the ring on his middle finger. you never thought he’d be the type to get shy, almost embarrassed as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

“like, i dunno,” he mumbled, “i just.. i don’t know how to put it, but ever since the moment we met, i’ve found myself just.. thinking about you. thinking about what it’d be like to cross this weird, thin, little line we’ve drawn. if we both just said ‘fuck it’ and dove head first into whatever uncharted territory we’re tiptoeing around.”

his eyes met yours again as he let out a nervous breath. you hadn’t realized you had been holding yours, shock clearly written on your face which made him shake his head.

“never mind, it’s dumb-“

“lando,”

“- i knew i shouldn’t have listened to what max was going on about-“

you rolled your eyes as he kept blabbering away, talking nonsense. your body moving before your brain could comprehend what you were about to do, only catching up when your hands met his jaw and you were suddenly catching yourself a mere few inches from his face.

it was too late now, no going back.

you pulled his face closer to yours, his blabbering coming to a halt when you pressed your lips to his. his brain short circuited, you pulling away before he had the chance to kiss you back.

“‘m sorry,” you immediately apologized, “i don’t know why i did-“

it was his turn to cut you off now, grabbing your chin and pulling you back to his lips. his thumb traced along your jaw, his pointer finger sitting underneath your chin.

you kissed him back after a second of surprise, letting his free hand reach down to grab your hip, pulling you on top of his lap. your hands threaded through his curls, nails scratching his scalp.

when you both finally pulled away, all you could do was smile. giggles and chuckles echoing through the room as you both sat breathless, his nose bumping yours as he tucked a piece of stray hair away from your face.

“so we’re in agreement then, huh?” he asked.

“isn’t that obvious?” you smiled and he shook his head, letting out another boyish laugh.

“how long have you.. y’know, had feelings for me, i guess?”

“since the minute i saw you,” he confessed, “you were the most beautiful girl in the room, a smile that would make everyone stop and stare. it’s always been you, i’ve just been too scared to tell you.”

you smiled again, heart fluttering in your chest. all the dreams and wishes you spent with him on your mind, it was all finally paying off, “it’s always been you for me, too. i thought i had been way too obvious, but clearly i wasn’t obvious enough.”

“we were both too oblivious,” he said, moving more hair from your face, “but it’s okay, we’re here now.”

you were convinced your smile was never going to be wiped off your face, “kiss me again,”

“with pleasure,” he mumbled, lips finding yours once more as you melted into him.

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Honey Girl. Chapter Twelve.

previous (chapter eleven). series masterlist. the playlist.

chapter synopsis - And throughout it all, no matter what - there was Lacie.

pairing - dad’s bestfriend!bucky barnes x female reader - soulmate au

warnings - cursing. alcohol consumption.

word count - 5k

authors note - to all my girls who have their girlfriends backs no matter what, who wipe their tears and fix their hair and tell them everything is going to be okay, who will always pick up the phone regardless of the time or place… this one’s for you.

masterlist. inbox.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

“Honey, please. You’re making me nervous.”

You foot stills where it was banging against the cabinet, the words halting your movements. You’re perched up on your kitchen counter, watching as Bucky makes you breakfast, both of you illuminated by the morning light. He’s shirtless and wearing short shorts that show off the tanned, corded muscle of his thighs, skin all sun kissed and begging to be bitten.

There’s an energy coursing through your veins, prickly and warm. You woke up feeling like this - uneasy and on edge - like a grey cloud was looming in the distance, getting closer with every passing minute.

“Are you okay?” he asks as he moves to stand between your legs, warm hands splaying across your thighs.

“I’m fine,” you answer a little too quickly, avoiding his gaze. “S’nothing.”

Bucky takes your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look at him.

“Tell me what’s on your mind,” he murmurs. “I can feel your anxiety in my chest. If it’s bad for me, it’s gotta be awful for you.”

“I don’t know what it is,” you whisper, playing with his fingers. “Just woke up with this… feeling.”

He leans forward to press a lingering kiss to your forehead, lips warm on your skin.

“Get dressed.”

“What?”

“Get dressed, baby. We’re going out.”

“But what about breakfast?”

“We’re bringing breakfast with us.”

You stare at him for a moment, before nodding and hopping down from the counter. Padding across the kitchen tiles, you make your way into your room, your nerves too fried to worry about what your soulmate has planned.

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The world passes by in a blur as Bucky speeds down the road, the steady roar of his truck soothing the buzzing in your bones. You arrive at your destination before you know it, coming to a stop next to a familiar path.

“Our house,” you breathe, looking out over the coastal plot.

“Our soon to be house,” he smiles, slinging an arm around your shoulders to pull you into him. “Thought we could have a breakfast picnic.”

“That sounds… perfect.”

You rest your head on his chest, listening to the melodic rhythm of his heartbeat to settle your nerves.

“Come on, honey baby. Let’s put down a blanket and eat while the everything is still warm.”

You get settled on the old, worn throw that Bucky keeps in his trunk, looking out at the ocean view that you’ll be blessed with for the rest of your lives.

“I may be the baker here, but you’re a damn good cook, sir.”

You practically moan as you bite into the sandwich, rolling your eyes when your soulmate can’t help but laugh at you.

“You blow up my ego too much.”

“Well, someone has to, I suppose.”

He shoves you in the shoulder lightly, chortling at your dramatics when you throw yourself backwards.

“If you’re done with the theatrics, there’s something I want to show you.”

“Fine, fine,” you relent, sitting up and finishing your breakfast. “Show me, Buck.”

He reaches into the picnic basket, pulling out rolls of paper and unfurling them in front of you.

“Official house blueprints. Got them all printed properly so we can mark them up and make adjustments.”

You run your fingers over the designs, trying to picture it all in your head. You trace journeys through the house - living room to kitchen, bedroom to bathroom, front door to backyard. Bucky watches you, gentle smile etched almost permanently onto his face. He wishes, for a moment, that he could speed up time - that the house was built and finished, so he can swim in the pool with you on Sunday mornings, stay up late watching movies on Friday nights, listen for your car pulling into the driveway after a long day at work in the week.

“I’ve been thinking about the little things, you know. That I’d want in the house.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You smile, all hopeful and content, and every worry Bucky has ever had vanishes into thin air.

“Tell me.”

“I think we’re - I’m - gonna need a pantry. If I try new recipes at home, I have to buy copious amounts of flour and sugar and all that jazz. I think a pantry would make everything a little bit easier.”

Bucky pores over the blueprints, pointing at a certain area of the spacious kitchen.

“We could add one here? Build the walls into this cove section, close it off.”

“Perfect,” you grin, leaning over to kiss him sweetly.

He rests his forehead against yours for a moment, allowing the warmth of your skin to seep into his.

“Also,” you murmur against his lips, “I was thinking that we should make sure the shower is plenty big enough for two people. Hmm?”

Your soulmate groans, closing the gap between you to press a kiss to your smirk.

“I agree,” he hums. “I couldn’t agree more, actually. Might put a bench in there for good measure too. You know, just in case.”

You can’t help but chuckle, pecking him again before sitting back to get a better look at the designs.

“As long as I’ve got lots of kitchen storage and countertop space, I’m happy. Everything else is a bonus. I could live anywhere with you and be happy, actually.”

Bucky’s looking at you like you are the sun, bright and blinding and brilliant. A couple of years ago, if anyone looked at you like this, you’d have shied away, shrunk into the shell of yourself to avoid the gaze. Now, you revel in it, soaking up the warmth that being the centre of someone’s universe brings.

“I love you so much, my honey. And I can’t wait to build you a house.”

“I love you so much. And I can’t believe you’re going to build me a house. I mean, how many girls can say that?”

You shift over to slot yourself into Bucky’s side, the heavy weight of his arm around you anchoring you to the present. Resting your head on his shoulder, you try to exhale all of your anxiety, focusing on the coastal view instead.

Your eyes are drifting closed when you’re startled back to reality by your phone ringing. You grab it and show it to Bucky, who smiles at the sweet picture of Lacie that lights up the screen.

“Hey, Lace.”

“Hi babe! Has your Mom texted you?”

“Not this morning, no. Why?”

“I just bumped into her in the grocery store, and she invited me over for dinner tonight. She said we’re well overdue a catch up, just like old times. I figured she’d call or text you when she got home.”

“Ugh, that sounds amazing. I’ll call her in a minute and double check the details, but… I can’t wait.”

“Yes, call her! I’ll bring both red and white wine, just to be sure. I’m so excited you wouldn’t even believe. It’s been too long since I’ve spent the evening with my second family.”

“And I’ll make you that cake you like for dessert, the raspberry and peach one.”

“Eeee! You’re the best. See you tonight, babe!”

“See you tonight, Lace. Love you.”

“Love you too. Later!”

You’re grinning when you press the red button to hang up, content with the sudden addition of evening plans. Bucky presses a kiss into your hair, happy to see you the most relaxed you’ve been all morning.

“You wanna join us, Buck?”

He tightens his arms around you, pulling you in so you’re sat in between his legs, back to his chest.

“No, it’s okay. It’ll do you good to have a night with your family, honey. Besides, I have like two weeks worth of laundry to catch up on.”

“Stop it. I’ll be having fun with my best friend and you’ll be… doing laundry?”

“Might clean my oven, too.”

“Stop,” you laugh, leaning back into him. “You’re making me feel guilty.”

“Well,” he hums against your ear, “seeing as they’re stealing you away from me tonight… how about we go sailing today? Promise I’ll get you back in time to get ready for dinner.”

“I’d love that,” you breathe, twisting around to plant a kiss on his stubbled jaw. “We haven’t been out on the boat in forever.”

“Then let’s go, honey girl. The ocean awaits us.”

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Being on the sailboat with Bucky takes you right back to the day after your Tethering.

Salty breeze whipping through your clothes, sun beating down on your skin, wooden boards creaking beneath your feet. Your soulmate stands on the deck in his pale blue linen button up, adjusting the sails with experienced precision. He’s the image of grace, like a statue made of marble carved by an ancient sculptor.

“You thinking about that day?”

You didn’t even notice he’d moved, too fixated on his backlit silhouette and how beautifully broad his shoulders look.

“Yeah,” you grin, propping yourself up on your elbows where you lay. “That was a good day.”

“Yeah, it was.”

He sits down on the deck in front of you, rubbing circles into your calf with his thumb.

“A lot has changed since then, huh?”

“Yes and no. We’re still just as clueless about the soulmate stuff as we were back then,” you chuckle. “But we’re happier now. Less afraid.”

“And we still haven’t talked to your parents about it.”

“But we will. Very soon. Oops.”

Bucky shakes his head, smiling as he does it. You move to sit in the space between his spread legs, allowing his arms to wrap around you and cage you into him. The two of you stay like that for a while, embracing the calmness that time has brought you.

You close your eyes, slowly letting yourself relax as the gentle waves and the anchoring of your soulmate ease your nerves. Bucky hums lowly into your hair, a tune that you can’t quite place your finger on.

“Have I heard that before?” you ask in a murmur.

“Maybe. It’s an old song, my mom used to sing it to us as a lullaby.”

“That’s sweet.”

The mental image of a tiny little Bucky all wrapped up in his blankets while his mother sings to him is almost too much for your heart to handle. You rest your head on his chest, listening to the melody.

“You never talk about her.”

“Hmm?”

“Your mom. You never mention her.”

“I don’t really have much to say.”

You contemplate it for a moment, before deciding to just bite the bullet.

“You know my mom mentioned something about your sister the other day, and I had to sit there and nod and pretend that I already knew it. When in reality, I didn’t even know you had a sister, Buck.”

You can feel him tense up behind you, muscles going stiff where they’re wrapped around your arms.

“It just never came up.”

“Never? In almost two years of us being soulmates, it never came up?”

Bucky’s silent - perhaps the most silent you’ve ever heard him. The sound of the ocean waves is suddenly amplified, filling the empty space.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, honey.”

“Anything. Literally anything. I just… why do I feel like I don’t know anything, all of a sudden? Your family, your upbringing, nothing.”

“Because it’s not relevant. I’m not just gonna bring it up out of the blue for no reason.”

“I’d say our pasts are pretty relevant, Buck. They make us who we are. I’m not gonna sit here and push you to talk about something you don’t want to talk about, because that’s not fair. But I also don’t think it’s fair that you know everything about me, and I feel like I don’t really know that much about you.”

You’ve turned in his arms, sliding back so you can face him from a distance. You’re expecting him to look angry, or sad, but instead he looks… guilty. Caught out, even.

“You know more about me than anyone else in this world does,” he says eventually.

“Maybe. But I couldn’t tell you your mom or sister’s names, where you grew up, any of it. It makes me feel like there’s a piece of you, however big, that you just don’t want me to know.”

“I… don’t know what to say.”

“Okay. Well, neither do I, anymore.”

The two of you sit for a minute, waiting to see if the other one has anything else to add.

“We’ve done this in the wrong order, I think.” You’re whispering, but he hears you loud and clear. “We think we know each other just because we’re soulmates, but we don’t.”

He goes to interject, so you continue quickly.

“We’ve avoided tough conversations because we thought it’d make things easier, but now they’ve come back to bite us. Buck… do you know how much we haven’t talked about?”

He bites at his bottom lip, gaze never leaving yours.

“We’ve not spoken about marriage, or kids, or any of that stuff. I mean, do you even want kids? Do you know if I do? Would you want to get married? God, did we think that by not having these conversations that they’d just… go away?”

“I- I didn’t want to scare you off with the hard topics too soon. You were overwhelmed at even having a soulmate, never mind marrying or having kids with one.”

“Yeah, but Buck… we’re past that now. We should be able to talk about everything, and we’ve just pulled the wool over our eyes in blissful ignorance.”

Bucky takes a deep breath, running his fingers through his windswept hair.

“I don’t have the time that you do.”

“Hmm?”

“Kids. On my next birthday, I’ll be forty. I don’t have the time to wait around, wondering and debating if I want kids or not. You can wait another ten years if you want to - but I can’t.”

The reality of that statement hits you like a freight train, knocking the air out of your lungs.

“I can’t be an old dad. A little older, sure. But no one needs their dad to be fifty when they’re a baby. Seventy when they’re twenty one. Dying when they’re not even forty yet.”

A tear slips down your cheek, landing on your thigh with a tiny splash.

“I’m not ready for kids,” you confess quietly. “And I don’t know when I will be.”

Bucky nods in understanding, careful eyes taking you in.

“I know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, honey. There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

In this moment, nothing anyone says will make anything any better. You can feel each others sadness in your chests, blue and heavy and constricting.

Bucky sails you back to shore without another word, both of you quietly contemplating. He drops you off outside your apartment building, the roar of his trucks engine the only sound that can be heard. You gently rub your thumb over his cheekbone where he’s caught the sun, before picking up your bag and unlocking your front door without looking over your shoulder.

You can’t bear to meet his eyes. You don’t dare to.

✵  ✵    ·　 ✵ 　　 *  · ✵

You spend the rest of the afternoon baking.

It takes your mind off of everything, at least temporarily. You throw yourself into the recipe you’ve made at least ten times, all for Lacie. This is her favourite thing you create, and you’re absolutely determined to make it perfect for her.

You place the final raspberry on the top of the cake, and burst into tears.

It feels like everything you’ve built - that you believed was solid - actually has cracks running throughout. You want to convince yourself that you’re not mad at Bucky, but you think that maybe you are. He’s made the conscious choice to never share parts of his life before you with you. Even knowing that he didn’t do it with any malicious intent doesn’t seem to make it any easier.

Taking a deep breath, you pop the cake in the refrigerator to keep it from melting, before making your way to your bathroom. The water you splash on your face makes you feel a little more alive, the coolness of it shocking you back to reality.

You inhale, watching your reflection in the mirror as you exhale shakily. A noise from your phone rings out from where it sits atop the vanity, a text from Lacie lighting up the screen.

-

From: Lace <3

Can’t wait to see you tonight babe!! Are you wearing a skirt, or are jeans the vibe?? Shorts maybe?? Send me a pic of your outfit <33

-

You smile as you type your reply, picturing her face in your head as she reads it.

-

To: Lace <3

No outfit picked yet - will let you know what I decide. Definitely not wearing jeans, skirt is a maybe. Made your cake though <3

-

You press send and hop in the shower, hoping that the hot spray of the water will wash away some of the tension in your muscles. Trying to turn your brain off, you decide to focus all your attention on getting dressed and ready, putting on some music and pouring yourself a glass of something fruity.

Tonight will be a good night. You’ll make sure of it.

✵  ✵    ·　 ✵ 　　 *  · ✵

You wait for Lacie out on the street, just like old times. If she was ever coming over when you were kids, you’d stand at the end of your driveway, too excited to stay on the front porch.

She tries to run towards you, but her wedge heels don’t let her get too far. She hobbles over instead, half hopping, half jumping to get to you faster.

“I am so excited!” she practically yells into your ear as she hugs you tightly. “Feels like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“Lace,” you laugh, “I saw you last week.”

“Too long!” she declares, grabbing your hand and leading you towards your front door. “Let’s have the best night ever, yeah?”

“Yeah. Let’s.”

Your parents are overjoyed to see Lacie again.

“You got taller, kid?” your Dad asks as he ruffles her hair, much to her dismay.

Your Mom’s laughing, shaking her head as she pulls her in for a quick cuddle.

“You look beautiful, sweetie. Have you changed your hair? Is it lighter?”

“You like it? Did it a couple of months ago. Wanted a change.”

“I love it. I need to make an appointment with you soon, I’m well overdue a cut.”

“I’ll make space for you anytime, Lori. Just text me and I’ll fit you in.”

“Wine, anyone?” your Dad yells from the kitchen doorway. “Lacie, I know you’ll have some!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she teases, giggling. “But yes, I will. The biggest glass you have, actually.”

You grin as you sit down to your place at the dinner table, Lacie taking the chair next to you. She’s already launched into a story about a nightmare client at work, making all of you double over with laughter.

The stress leaves your body the more you smile, all four of you wrapped up in this perfect bubble of nostalgia and friendship and memories and love.

Just like old times.

✵  ✵    ·　 ✵ 　　 *  · ✵

“We’re going for a walk. You girls want to come?”

Your parents are stood hand in hand in the doorway, looking at you expectantly.

“No thanks, you two go ahead. Think we’re gonna have a drink on the porch.”

“Okay, sweethearts. See you later.”

They’re giggling at something when they leave, the melodic sound of it hanging in the air behind them.

“You wanna raid the bar cart?” Lacie asks, looking at you with mischief in her eyes.

“Yes, I do,” you laugh, standing up and pulling her with you.

The two of you find a bottle of coconut rum, half empty but still in date. Your best friend holds it in her hand as if you’ve discovered buried treasure, face lit up with excitement.

“Let’s sit out the back, maybe see some stars.”

You get cosy on the porch, both of you curled up under a blanket to keep the evening chill at bay. You pass the rum back and forth, content to just be in each others company again.

“Remember when we were like sixteen, and your Dad caught us trying a cigarette out here?”

You smile at the memory, casting your mind back to that day you sat in this very spot.

“And instead of yelling at us, he told us that we were lighting it wrong?”

“And then he called us losers while he walked off laughing.”

You both shake with laughter, recalling the look on his face.

“I thought we were so grounded, but then I just felt kinda lame.”

“That’s my Dad for you. He’s always had his own method of parenting. And honestly? It’s worked pretty good so far.”

Lacie looks at you with a measured gaze before taking your hand in hers.

“Have you guys talked to your parents yet? About everything?”

“No,” you reply a little too quickly, bottom lip wobbling. “Not yet.”

“Hey, hey.”

She scoots over so she’s practically sitting in your lap, legs tangled with yours under the throw as she slings an arm around your shoulders to pull you close.

“Babe, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

You didn’t realise you were until she said it, now feeling the warm tears drip down your face. There’s a lump in your throat that you can’t seem to get rid of, and you wonder momentarily if it’s your sadness or Bucky’s.

“Me and Bucky had a bad day.”

“What happened?”

Her fingers are rubbing gentle patterns into the skin of your shoulder, her soft eyes watching you encouragingly. She’s always been the most patient person with you - as if she knows you’ll tell her everything eventually, even if it takes you a while.

“I just had this - this, this sudden realisation? That I don’t feel like I actually know that much about him, or his past, or his family. And when I said this to him, everything got weird and tense and he was all closed off.”

“Did you ask why? Why he hasn’t shared this stuff with you?”

“Yeah,” you sniffle, wiping your face with the back of your hand. “He told me he just didn’t have much to say.”

“Well that’s not really an answer.”

“Exactly. Am I being crazy? You’d tell me if I was being crazy, right?”

“Of course I’d tell you, you know I would. And you’re not being crazy. He’s so involved with your family, so why shouldn’t you at least know a little about his?”

“This is what I mean,” you breathe, relieved that someone finally understands. “He’s purposefully never mentioned his parents, or his upbringing. You know I only found out he has a sister last week?”

“Woah. That’s… that’s kind of a big deal.”

“I just don’t know if he could see it from my point of view when we talked about it today. And I didn’t want to push and push just in case I pushed too far, because that isn’t fair and he wouldn’t do that to me. But at the same time… sometimes he closes himself off, whether he realises it or not.”

She squeezes you tightly, reassuring you with a simple gesture.

“I love you. You know that babe, don’t you? Even if we don’t see each other as much as we used to. I love you more than anything.”

She’s only making you cry harder, a mixture of happy and sad tears.

“I know, Lace. I love you so much.”

She rests her head atop yours, hands and hearts intertwined on the back porch.

“I just…” you take a deep breath, trying to regain some composure. “I’m sad. And I’m angry. I’m angry that this is the hand I’ve been dealt. Not Bucky - never Bucky - God he’s the best soulmate I ever could have asked for. But I’m mad that we’ve had it so hard. Soulmates are supposed to be easy and simple and written in the stars and all I’ve felt is stress because our Tethering is so complicated.

I feel so uncertain of the future and who I am and who I want to be. And I never used to feel that way, but Bucky has changed everything. I love him so much, and that has altered my entire life and my entire future and the way I look at and think about the world.

I guess I’m just sad, at the end of it all. Because this should have been a magical honeymoon period for us, and instead it was filled with so much worry and hiding and confusion. And how is that fair? Why do some people have it easy, and others don’t?”

Lacie takes your face in her hands, forcing you to look into her big green eyes.

“Listen to me, babe. Nothing worth having ever comes easy.”

You’re expecting her to continue, but she doesn’t. She just watches you process, thumbs wiping away the tears on your cheeks.

“Nothing. Worth. Having. Ever. Comes. Easy.”

You’re nodding, letting her words sink in.

“You’ve been dealt a tough hand. You’re right. But when has that ever gotten you down before? You’ve always picked yourself up, dusted yourself off, and kept going. It’s one of the things I love the most about you.”

A ghost of a smile threatens to take over your face, and she laughs.

“It’s true. And it’s not going to solve itself overnight. It’s going to require a lot of talking, a lot of listening, and a lot of patience. But the two of you will do it. Because you’re soulmates, and you’re meant to be. Literally.

Have some time apart, put a little space between you. And then come back together and work through this. It’ll do you both some good to take a step back and look at everything from a different perspective in a few days. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, tucking her hair behind her ear so it stops blowing into her face. “Yeah.”

“And you know where I am if you need to talk or rant or scream or cry or all of the above.”

“Always,” you chuckle, resting your head on her shoulder. “Love you.”

“Love you.”

The two of you abandon the rum, instead choosing to make some tea to drink out on the porch. You watch the stars for hours, just like you did when you were kids.

“You wanna have a sleepover tonight?”

“Really?”

“Yeah. If Cameron doesn’t mind.”

“He won’t, don’t worry. I’d love to.”

Your Mom and Dad watch through the kitchen window, as the two girls who were once four years old running around the garden are now grown women, sitting out on the bench and holding hands like they used to.

They’d pause time, if they could. Just for a moment.

✵  ✵    ·　 ✵ 　　 *  · ✵

You feel like giggly teenagers when you both snuggle up under your blankets in bed, the light of the moon casting shadows across your features.

You’re all tucked up, facing each other and whispering in the dark. These would be your favourite nights when you were kids, especially during the summer. The promise of no school tomorrow, staying up and sharing secrets until the early hours of the morning, trying to keep your voices down so your parents didn’t hear. You didn’t realise how much you’d missed it until now.

Lacie moves a piece of hair away from your face, her manicured nails against your skin making you shiver. She reaches for your hand under the duvet, linking your fingers firmly.

“You know, I was never worried about meeting my soulmate,” she murmurs into the dusk. “I was always excited, but never worried.”

“You weren’t? How come?”

“Because I’ve had a soulmate since I was four years old. And she is the most important thing I have. Even if I never met my romantic soulmate, I would have been okay - because I know what true love is.”

A tear slips down your cheek and onto your pillow as you shuffle sideways, resting your head on her shoulder.

“I’m so lucky,” you sniffle. “And emotional. I think the rum has gone to our heads.”

Your best friend laughs a little too loud, both of you trying to muffle the sound with your hands.

“I’ve always been a teary drunk,” she chuckles, squeezing your fingers. “Before we both fall asleep because the wine has hit us, let me just say that I’m proud of you. Going to California, having the courage to come back, opening yourself up to Bucky… all of it. You guys will be just fine.”

“Yeah, we will. I couldn’t have done any of it without you, though.”

“We make a good team,” she grins.

“We always have. We’ve had twenty years of being a good team.”

“Here’s to twenty more,” she whispers, pressing a kiss into your hair.

“And twenty more after that,” you whisper back, snuggling into her.

You fall asleep like that, still tangled and clutching each other’s hands like you’re children again. You can almost feel the love in the room, all warm and soft and glowing.

No matter what happens… you’ve known what true love was since you were four years old. And that is something that no Tethering can replicate.

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[kitttttchaos]

LITERALLY STRAIGHT FACTS TYSM. Every time I ask people if they’ve heard of The Oh Hellos they have no idea until I say “okay, Soldier, Poet, King”. Like, you just stopped after that?? SPK was my first introduction to The Oh Hellos and I immediately listened to their entire discography. Please, I beg of you, tell me what is stopping you from sitting your ass down for some of the most thought provoking music you will ever listen to?? I promise you can add so many of them to your dnd playlists 😭

i hate that Soldier Poet King is most people’s only exposure to The Oh Hellos. yes it’s a banger and yes Dear Wormwood is a fantastic album. but please there is so much more. now listen to passerine and theseus and on the mountain tall and lapis lazuli and the lament of eustace scrubb. what do you mean you’re only going to listen to thus only to tyrants and bitter water. grabs you by the shoulders. you are missing out

[moowmoon]

ICE CREAM CAKE

— aaron hotchner x fem!reader

— summary: aaron just had two things in mind: his girlfriend and ice cream cake.

— c/w: i think none?

— w/c: 1k

— a/n: hi, again! this one is inspired by the music "ice cream cake" from red velvet! i hope you guys like it and let me know your thoughts! english is not my first language, so forgive me if there's any mistake!

moowmoon playlist

“your heart pounds

you’ll come to me”

— ice cream cake, red velvet

The clock hanging on the wall indicated that it was a little after midnight when Aaron finally left his office, passing through the silent, dimly lit room. It had been a day without a case, so he had given the day off so that all the team members could relax a bit before the next case came along. She and Jack had already gone to bed hours ago, and he could have done the same. However, there was still a big special task awaiting him that early morning - one that he had managed for days to keep secret, even from Jack.

The kitchen was illuminated by a soft light, and the worktops were covered with ingredients that, at that moment, he couldn't remember buying: vanilla ice cream, custard, crushed cookies, and fresh strawberries. Hotch took a deep breath, letting himself relax, something he rarely did. He rolled up his shirtsleeves, pulled aside an empty pot, and started to organize the ingredients for what he hoped would be the perfect surprise.

Every move was calculated, meticulous, as in an interrogation; however, something new dwelt in the midst of his weary gaze, a glimmer of expectation and anxiety. With the patient, careful gestures of someone putting together a puzzle, he assembled layer after layer of the cake, with each addition remembering the little moments he had shared with her - low laughs, exchanged glances, walks in the park with Jack, and the smiles that appeared whenever she offered him a piece of chocolate or a spoonful of ice cream after a long, dark affair.

After a few more minutes, the cake was ready, resting in the freezer like a silent promise, and as he put on the last layer of cream, Hotch felt something rare in himself: a lightness he could hardly explain.

She walked into the kitchen, drawn by the soft smell of fresh strawberries and the occasional noises he made during each step of the recipe — and, if Hotch had to admit it, he was surprised that both she and Jack hadn't woken up yet, he was being quite noisy. Her heart almost stopped when she saw him standing there by the counter with something that looked like a cake covered in a perfect layer of cream and pieces of fruit. He was dressed casually, his shirt still slightly wrinkled after a long day, but the expression on his face was what really surprised her.

Hotch looked relaxed, with his arms folded as he watched her enter — he had heard the bedroom door open — and, even more surprisingly, he was wearing a rare, authentic smile that she hardly ever saw. This wasn't the formal, restrained Aaron Hotchner of everyday life; this was someone closer, someone she felt was only there for her and that she was the only one privileged to see this new face of his.

She stopped, blinking in surprise, with an expression that mixed incredulity and happiness. “You… did this for me?” she asked, her voice soft but with a sincere glint in her eyes.

He shrugged, but the smile remained, now with a charming lightness. “I thought it would be a nice way to end the week,” he replied, his voice soft, but with a sincere twinkle in his eyes.

She approached slowly, her eyes still fixed on the ice cream cake and the man in front of her, trying to take in the moment. Hotch seemed to notice her hesitation and, with a gentle gesture, indicated the chair next to the table, inviting her to sit down. When she did, he slid the cake towards her in an almost ceremonial way, as if delivering more than just a dessert.

He watched her for a moment before speaking, his voice soft, carrying something deep that he rarely let show. “I know I don't usually do things… but I wanted you to know that this is for you.” He paused, her eyes reflecting the surprise and affection she was trying to disguise. “It's not just the cake. It's… a way of saying that I care. More than perhaps I can say with words.”

She felt her chest warm, understanding the meaning of the gesture - each layer of the cake somehow represented a piece of his affection for her. He, who spent his days immersed in the darkness of his work, had brought her something so sweet, almost childlike. It was a respite, a little refuge from everything they had faced together, and proof that he wanted to see her happy, that she had a special place in his heart, even if he rarely confessed it.

Unable to contain her smile, she looked at him with an emotional gleam in her eyes and lightly placed her fingers on his. “Thank you, Aaron… It means so much more to me than you know.” Her voice came out soft, almost a whisper, as she searched for the words to express how much that gesture touched her.

He just nodded, the smile still present, almost shy, but full of a genuine warmth that he rarely showed In silence, he took a spoon and cut off a piece of cake, offering it to her with a slight movement. Without hesitation, she accepted, the sweet, creamy taste melting into her mouth, but what really warmed her heart was the company at her side.

When it was his turn to try the cake, she found herself watching him carefully, noticing the lightness on his face, his eyes shining with an expression that hardly anyone had the chance to see. The kitchen seemed to be filled with a peaceful calm, each of them enjoying more than just dessert; they were sharing a rare and precious moment where words were unnecessary.

Between spoonfuls, smiles and gentle glances emerged, each laden with meaning. It wasn't just an ice cream cake; it was the silent affection, the inexplicable connection between them, something that didn't need to be said out loud. And there, in that simplicity, they felt closer than ever, enveloped in a peace that only existed when they were together. 

[omiangelic]

shared moments (dabi)

a handful of shared moments between you and your maybe more than friend, touya todoroki, the flame villain.

this is a prequel to the first fic i posted, pheonix, but it could be read as a standalone !

wc: 2.8k

reader is not described but is implied to have a quirk that makes them colder. i also imply that they're a nurse who frequently works with burn patients, including dabi's victims.

cw: 18+ ONLY !!! no smut, just kissing, grinding, and shirts come off but it ends pretty quickly after that. dabi accidentally wounds reader (a small burn from trying to wake him from a nightmare), mentions of abuse, murder, dying, and nausea. soft yet emotionally stunted and avoidant dabi

playlist: maybe by flower face, zombie by everglow, voidstar and longlegs by grim salvo

He’s shaking, head in your lap. You think he might be crying, but his hands are covering his face as he curls up as tight as he can. Dabi didn’t usually spend the night, but on rare occasion you can wrangle him into sleeping a few hours before running off who knows where. Tonight had been fun, daresay cozy, watching bad movies under a blanket so you could use him as a space heater and he could use you as an icepack.

It’s near four in the morning, far past when he usually sneaks out of your tiny apartment, when you awoke to his distress. He’d been squirming on his side of your too-small bed, mumbling and whimpering unconsciously. Even now, you don’t think he’s realized the small burn on your arm from trying to wake him, but you don’t move to soothe it; you’re too busy trying to soothe him. You rub his side over his shirt and pet a hand through his spiky hair even though he’s long since stopped shaking. You pretend you don’t care you have work in a few hours.

Now, he’s completely motionless, arms fallen to the cushion of the mattress. His voice is raspier than normal when he finally speaks, “…Sorry about that.”

“’S okay. I’ve seen worse.”

You both know he’s caused your ‘worse’.

“Do you wanna tell me what’s going on up here?” You tap your fingers softly against his temple. It’s a miracle he hasn’t moved yet.

“Don’t think that’s something you’d wanna hear about.”

“You can tell me anyways,” you can practically hear him go over the notion in his head. You met almost a year and you hardly know anything about the man besides his preferred snacks and the types of movies he likes to make fun of.

He thinks for a bit before stating, “you’ve never asked about my scars.”

You hum in agreement. The healed tissue is naturally textured but worsened from insufficient aftercare. The skin grafts look like they were done by someone with medical experience, at least. “Were you dreaming about when you got them?” The scar tissue on his face always made it look like the flames had tried to take him in its hands; like it wanted to soothe him. Console him. You want to do the same.

“Kinda,” he says after another long pause, like he’s trying to find the words, “maybe more like ‘why’.”

He can’t see you frown at that. You don’t like the implication it carries.

He’s quiet for a long time while you brush through his hair. It’s gotten longer- you think you can see blonde roots peak through the inky black.

“My old man…real shit guy,” he takes in a shaky breath and subtly curls deeper into your lap, “I’m gonna kill him one day.”

(You didn’t think he was serious, then.)

“All he cares about is power. He bought my ma so he could create a child more powerful than him. I’m the oldest of four- and his biggest failure,” you wince at the way he chuckles, “It’s funny. He got what he wanted. My youngest brother is a prodigy. He’s one of the top students at U.A.,” Dabi stops again, like he has to prepare himself for what he’s about to say, “I hated that kid for so long. Tried to kill him when he was a toddler, wanted to prove I was better than him. When I was twelve or thirteen I told dear old dad I got stronger,” another pause “He didn’t care,” another pause, like he’s debating telling you the rest at all, “I burned down half a forest, woke up three years later. The fucker who fixed me up showed me pictures of my funeral and everything. Ma got institutionalized not long after…but I gave myself a new name, since I died that day.”

“What was his name?” You ask impulsively. You wish you could take those words back, stuff them in your mouth and swallow them down

“Who’s?” He looks up.

“The boy who died.”

Dabi looks away again, contemplates before relenting, “Touya. Touya Todoroki”

“Touya sounds like a sweet kid. I hope he’s resting easy.”

It’s like the words flipped a switch in him. He shoots to sit up straight. His eyes are angry. Scared.

“You don’t know shit about him.”

“That’s not the point.”

He gets up, paces the length of the bed a few times, stops, looks at the ground, “You don’t know what you’re talking about. You don’t know shit about me.”

“And whose fault is that?” You really need to learn when to shut your stupid mouth.

He looks up. Sees you fully for the first time since waking. He can see the welt he caused on your arm in his post-nightmare panic. His anger dies. His eyes widen. You reach to slap your hand over it to shield it from view, but he has his jeans on and his jacket and boots in hand before you can find words to say. He’s out the door before you can ask him not to leave.

(You call out of work that day. You won’t hear from him for three weeks.)

Later that day, the search results for Touya Todoroki hurt as bad as you expected them to. There aren’t many paparazzi pictures of him, only a handful of him with his dad at award ceremonies.

His dad. Pro hero Endeavor.

The news coverage of his son’s death is minimal, and it’s mostly about Endeavor taking a leave of absence from hero duties to grieve with his family, but the obituary is public. The white haired boy in the picture looks so young. It’s not very detailed aside from denoting that his funeral was a private ceremony.

You open a new tab and search for fire related quirk malfunctions or natural disasters from around the same time. Its not hard to narrow down that the forest fire that destroyed Sekoto Peak was Dabi’s doing. The flames had been massive and unnaturally hot, nearly impossible to contain. There was barely anything left besides charred bone fragments from wildlife and the partial jawbone of the only human casualty they could find. The victim is unnamed, but it says the police were able to identify them through dental records and bring closure to the family.

There’s a handful of pictures of Endeavor at the scene. They make your stomach churn.

A third tab. Endeavor. There are news articles about his most recent achievements and a few about his youngest son, Shoto, who recently passed the entrance exams into U.A., just like Dabi said.

You feel nauseous.

It’s so comfy laying here wrapped around him like a koala. He’s cold and hot at the same time. There’s one hand cradling the back of your head to his chest while the other rubs your back over the blanket he draped over you.

You don’t usually let him in when work gets you like this. He’s usually the cause, being the most prolific fire quirked villain in the country, but you felt like you needed him today. A little boy had come in with his parents after his first quirk manifestation. All you could see was a young Touya Todoroki when you looked at him. Now all you feel is the pain you feel for the real thing who has you cradled in his arms like you’re more than maybe a friend.

Dabi is prickly when it comes to touch- despite the nerve damage, his scars are sensitive- but for you, he makes exceptions, especially since this is his first time seeing you since his meltdown last month. When he woke up in his dingy-ass apartment today, he knew he had to see you, knew something was wrong. His gut was right. You practically collapsed crying in his arms when you opened the door.

You’ve barely said anything since he’s settled the two of you down on your bed. Every time he thinks about saying something, you burrow impossibly closer into his chest like if you try hard enough you can crawl in his ribs and clean out all the ash and soot that make him up.

He wants to apologize for how he left. He wants to tell you he was scared, that he’s still scared, because he’s never let anyone get close the way you have, and he doesn’t know why he yearns for you to be closer. It’s the only time he ever wishes things had gone differently. If he was closer to a normal guy, less of one of the most wanted villains in the country, maybe he’d let himself be happy to be known by you.

But the only thing Dabi can do is destroy. He burns too hot to be anyone’s light.

Dabi is ruthless. He’s a monster, a villain, a killer; there’s nothing that could clean the blood from his hands.

That doesn’t stop him from pretending things are different, even if just for a moment. You’re naturally cooler to the touch and he finds it hard to imagine ever choosing to be anywhere but in your arms. It’s such an unfamiliar feeling.

Dabi’s never had to comfort someone before. He’s never really wanted to, either.

He isn’t one to be soft or kind or comforting. It’s all so confusing. How do you drag this out of him? Why is he so content with this moment? Something about you makes him different. He doesn’t know what to do with that.

He’s scared. He’s angry. He’s unhappy.

You pull yourself away from him completely, scooting to lay on your back on the other side of your bed.

“Sorry,” you mumble, “you can go now. That was probably really uncomfortable for you. You can leave now, if you want.”

Your eyes are so empty. He’s never seen you like this. He doesn’t know what to do. He thinks he wants to stay, make his last visit up to you with more time tonight, but would you rather he go? Should he ask about what upset you? This is so new to him.

He leaves.

The next time he’s over, you pretend to not notice the tension in the air. You move around in your usual sync, gathering snacks and scrolling through the worst rated movies you can find. You feign obliviousness to the way his eyes linger on you for longer than usual and curl up on the opposite side of the choice from him, like the months of slowly shifting closer to each other didn’t happen.

The jokes are bored and the laughs are empty.

He doesn’t spend the night. You don’t ask him to. He doesn’t know why he feels so hollowed out when he leaves.

A few weeks later, after watching movies and ignoring elephants in rooms, you fall asleep. Dabi waits, lets whatever’s playing continue to run while he watches you breathe in and out at a steady rhythm.

The credits roll. He turns off the T.V. and welcomes the darkness lit only by the city as he gets up to lay you down on your little couch. He’s never done this for you before- he doesn’t know why he’s doing it now. Your eyes flutter open as he kisses your forehead and tucks you into your blanket you keep out here.

(He did it without thinking, like it was natural, a habit. He was a big brother, once. He hadn’t realized that part of him survived.)

You look up at him as he stares down at you, eyebrows furrowed at his surprised expression. His eyes flicker to your lips without his permission. He’s already leaning over you, it’d be so easy to crawl on top of you, kiss you, wherever and however you want.

He doesn’t know what possesses him to do it. Maybe it’s Himiko’s insistence he grow up and take the risk, maybe it’s a moment of weakness where he allows himself to forget who and what he is, but he’s pressing a soft kiss to your lips without realizing. The contact makes your head jerk back, eyes wide in shock, surprise, wonder. You look at him like there’s something worthy of being looked at. His mouth moves to apologize, but you’re shooting your hands to hold his scarred cheeks and pressing you lips to his before he can try. Your skin is so cold against his had surprised at the lack of steam. He thinks you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

He doesn’t reciprocate in his shock. His response is even further delayed by the fact that he’s never done this before. He feels like a teenager- or what he imagines what being a teenager under more normal circumstances would allow him. As you move to pull away, afraid you’ve somehow overstepped, Dabi is snapped out of his shock, and he’s pulling you back in. His kiss is messy, wet, spit slick as his tongue licks into your mouth with no hesitation. The taste of his urgency is unexpected but he feels so incredible you can hardly stand it. You revel in the way his dull nails bite into your skin when you whimper at the sensation.

His hands are heavy as they make their way down your body, nearly pushing like he needs a constant reminder that this is real. Before you know it, he’s on the couch, on top of you, pushing at your shirt and you’re pulling it over your head in compliance. Dabi takes the moment to yank off his own; his torso is a marble of normal and scarred skin with a shiny barbell through each nipple. You wonder briefly if the metal is hot like the rest of his skin as his lips crash back into yours. One hand in your hair, the other on your waist- he’s pushing you down, pulling you in, until he's all but crushing you in his desperation.

You moan when he lets up, “Dabi-“

“No, no- don’t call me that. I don’t want to feel like a villain with you,” he’s equally breathless, practically heaving above you.

“…Touya?”

Your uncertainty is immediately discarded when he fully moans at the sound of his given name on your lips, “yes, yes, thank you-“ and he’s kissing you again, cradling your face like you’re porcelain but grinding down like you’re the farthest thing from fragile.

His grip tightens when the pressure of his hips makes you moan.

The weight of his body makes you dizzy. His lips and hands move down your neck, licking, biting, and sucking at all the skin newly exposed to him and it feels so good you don’t now what to do with yourself. You decide on shoving your hands in his hair; you’re pulling it at the root when he bites down next, and he’s moaning into your throat like it might kill him to be quiet.

What does he want from me? The question crashes through your brain like a bullet. You don’t know if you want to actually ask. Would it be so bad to let this happen, just to have him close like this? Is the burden of wanting from afar easier to carry than having him halfway? Yes. Of course it is.

Your sudden unresponsiveness stills him. He pulls away to find your eyes distant and face neutral.

“Touya?” You ask after a silent minute filled with his thumbs rubbing circles in your waist, “what did that mean? To you, for us?”

He gulps, “I don’t know.”

He hadn’t thought this far ahead. He hadn’t thought at all.

“You don’t know,” you echo.

He’s off you before you can decide what to make of his answer.

“Sorry, don’t know why I did that- sorry,” you think you hear as he fumbles around for his coat and his boots. You don’t say anything. You don’t even look at him. Instead, you focus on the ceiling it’s almost too dark to see. You think you hear him pause at your door, but your head is so loud and intelligible you aren’t paying attention.

The static doesn’t block out the sound of your front door shutting, though.

(Neither of you realize he left his shirt behind until after he’s already out the door. You pretend you resist the urge to cuddle it to catch his scent on it, and he will pretend he doesn’t imagine you doing just that.)

Ever the coward, Touya runs. He throws up his shame once he’s in his own apartment. He knows he shouldn’t have left. He didn’t want to- but he didn’t know how to stay either.

He hates himself more than he has in a long time for tonight.

His burner buzzes in his pocket. It’s Shigaraki. plans in motion.

He doesn’t think you’ll forgive him for doing this, but it’s been building since before he met you. It’s not like he has any sort of life or future to look forward to anyways. It’s not like he gives you much to miss anyways.

Soon. Endeavor’s head. Soon.

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Me again 😈 this is the last one (for now)

How about Howzer x reader with "sh, sh, I'm going to patch you up."?? I love Howzer so much and virtually no one writes for him </3

Playing Doctor

Summary: In an ideal world, being trapped in a cramped place with Howzer would be a dream come true. After all, you’ve been crushing on him for ages now. You just wish the situation was a little less sucky.

Pairing: Captain Howzer x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1200

Warnings: Reader is injured, pining, Howzer is jealous but pretends that he isn't

A/N: Sorry that this took so long! I couldn't get Howzer to agree with me. Until I put on a Disney playlist on Spotify and the words just started flowing. (Also, I have been in a not-great mental place since the 6th, but I think I'm better-ish now). I hope you like it!

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You’ve known Howzer for years now. 

You first met him at the beginning of the Clone Wars, all of those years ago. And, looking back now, you can admit that your first impression of him wasn’t the greatest. 

He was arrogant. Cocky, even. And in his opinion, you were a meddling busybody who needed to spend a day or two sitting in a jail cell.

You weren’t, and aren’t, a soldier. You were the former base commander’s receptionist, and when he left for greener pastures, you were left behind with a handful of soldiers and support staff who weren’t important enough to anyone to manage to pull a reassignment.

In truth, you kept the base running through duct tape and a prayer. And then Howzer came along and took it from you. 

It wasn’t until he realized that none of the NatBorn soldiers, or support staff, would listen to him, that they all deferred to you, that Howzer realized that he stepped on a few toes. 

And he didn’t apologize until your Squad of Misfits pulled him and his men out of an ambush that should have killed them, but only left him badly injured and with a scar on his face.

The rest, as they say, is history.

By the time the Jedi Purge happened, you and Howzer were friends. Friends enough that, when he called you to ask for help, you dropped everything and hurried to his side. 

That had been a year ago, and while you won’t ever say that you regret it, you do wish that you had been more clever about your career prospects.

Or, at least, more clever.

Surely, if you had gone to medical school like your mother wanted you wouldn’t be in this situation.

Right?

You release a pained whimper as Howzer presses his hands, firmly, over the wound in your side. You try to pull away from his painful touch, but the way he has you positioned against the wall of the cave you’re taking shelter in means that you can’t move.

“Howzer—”

“I know it hurts, ad’ika.” His voice is low, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen such a grim look on his face before. Well, not directed towards you, at least, “but I need to stop the bleeding.”

Hesitantly, because he’s been funny about you touching him lately, you wrap your hands around his wrists, “‘m sorry. I messed up.”

“It’s not your fault. Who knew that the Stormtroopers had people who could use fucking javelins. Where are we, the Middle Ages?” He sounds stressed and angry.

“Many Indigenous people use weapons like that,” You reply, “Like the Ewoks and the Tusken Raiders of Tatooine.”

Howzer releases a huffed laugh, “Why do you know that?”

“I saw a documentary about it before,” You admit.

“Yeah? When was this?” He applies more pressure and you whimper as the sudden pain knocks the air out of your lungs, and you see a muscle work in his jaw.

“When I was a kid,” You manage to say, “There used to be a show. Tula the Tooka. Tula would teach kids about different races and show how we’re all the same.”

“Fighting bigotry one little kid at a time?”

“Something like that.” You wince, “She also covered some basic language skills, like how to say hello, or I’m lost, in whatever language.”

“Sounds educational,” Howzer shifts his hand and glances at your side, and then he takes your hand and presses it over the wound, “Apply pressure while I pull out my kit.”

“You could always just leave me here,” You offer.

“Don’t be fucking stupid, I’m not leaving you behind.” Howzer replies as he starts digging through the bag he’s been carrying, “You can’t actually think that I would do that.”

“I don’t.” You admit, “Make your life easier if you were less loyal, though.” You pause, “Idiot.” The word is affectionate, and the corner of Howzer’s lips curl up into a small smile.

“Wonder what having an easy life would be like,” He jokes, before he turns back to you, “Alright, move your hand.” You do as he asks, though you don’t realize why he’s saying that until the sharp scent of alcohol reaches your nose.

You yelp and jerk back when an alcohol-soaked cloth presses against your side. Though, you don’t get far.

“Shh, shh,” he effortlessly tugs you closer, so he can keep the cloth pressed against your side, “I’m going to patch you up.”

“You couldn’t have given me some warning?” You choke out.

“Sorry, ad’ika. But you’re kind of a baby when it comes to pain.”

You stare up at him through tear-filled eyes, “And you thought this would help? You’re a jerk. Rex would never—” You yelp again when his touch gets rough enough that it hurts.

The painful pressure vanishes almost immediately, “Sorry, I’m sorry! I forget that you’re so much more fragile than me.” Howzer blurts as he uses the sleeve of his jacket to wipe a tear from your cheek, “Please don’t cry.”

“I-it’s okay, you didn’t mean it.”

Howzer sighs, “It’s not okay, but thank you.” He pulls some bandages from his bag, “I bet Rex would never forget that.” There’s something odd in his voice, and you realize, with a start, that he’s jealous. 

“Howzer?”

“Hm?”

“Are you jealous of Rex?”

He fumbles with the wrapper of the bandage, and his dark eyes flicker up to meet your gaze, before dropping back to your side, “Course not.”

You stare at the top of his head for a moment, and then you sigh and reach up to run your fingers through his hair, “You know you’re my favorite, right?”

“Are you allowed to have favorites?” Howzer asks as he applies the bandage and tapes it to your skin.

“I think you’ll find that I don’t care about what’s allowed,” You counter, “You’re my favorite, and I’m glad that I ended up stranded here with you over anyone else.”

He finally meets your gaze, “You hate being stranded anywhere.” Howzer corrects with a wry smile.

“See, no one else knows me like you do.”

“Well, I have known you for years now,”

Your hand falls from his hair to rest against his cheek, just over his scar. There are so many things you want to tell him. So many thoughts you want to share. 

Things that he deserves to know.

But the words seem to stick in your throat.

After all, there’s no way he feels the same way for you as you do for him.

So, instead, you offer a tiny smile, “I’m guessing you have a plan.”

Howzer turns his head and presses a light kiss to the palm of your hand, “Always do.” He pulls away from you, “Are you okay waiting here for me?”

“Just don’t forget about me.”

“Never.” He stands and peels off his jacket, “Here, use this as a pillow and get some rest. I’ll be back when I’m done.”

You take his jacket and fold it so you can lay down, “Be careful,” Howzer tosses you a wink, and then he’s gone. 

And, now alone, you release a quiet sigh. “I love you, Howzer.”

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When we getting yo spin on Aaron Pierre frenn 👀👀👀

the time has come. YOU SHALL BE BLESSED

Any Time, Any Place

Aaron Pierre as Terry Richmond

You as Yourself

Summary: You just had to fuck around and find out on this one particular night, the same night you and Terry go out!

Warnings: Possessiveness up the ass, breeding kink if you squint, rough sex, size kink, established relationship, im missing some but my coochie is rawring.

A/N: Now listen, ik you asked this like 2-3 months ago, but i told you it was coming! megan! um i thank ms big bertha for helping me finish this, i owe her one😏

This man, this man is something else. You and Terry went to his former military friend’s homecoming party! The vibes were great and everyone was nice to you! even got a ‘I see you nephew’ from one of the older ones.

But something about his glare, his hands feeling on you in public and more sultry in private, his kisses on your cheek leaving you flustered, too flustered to even finish the conversation with some of his friends. But you managed, tonight was a good night! The vibes were good, the music was amazing, even got new shit to add to your playlist! Your hair was dyed, fried, and laid to the side, the curls bouncing with every move you took, and the wind having the right amount of umph to blow it correctly, felt like a Disney princess. Too much of a princess, it wasn’t long till you two were pulled up behind a family dollar with your legs in the air, his eyes looking like what boiling water would feel like.

The whole night he was giving you glares, was to warn you, the hands that traveled your body, were to warn them, the private kisses were to remind you, but you didn’t pick up on nothing, poor you, you didn’t know! You were just enjoying people being friendly.

“I’m sorry!” you managed to cry aloud, his hands at the perfect spot to hold you in place, the faint but still strong scent of Gin tainted his lip, his strokes matching the mighty smell.

“I bet you are ma, but I can’t have you being friendly to these niggas.” he said ever so sweetly, slowing his strokes to match his tone, the feeling of feeling him twitch inside you drove you mad, the kisses he gave you trailing onto your neck once you couldn’t keep contact.

“I wasn’t trying to be niceee,” you tried to plead your case with tears of pleasure stinging your eyes, threatening to fall but it’ll mix well with the sweat that ruined your hair, it wasn't the only reason though. “Then what were you?”

You attempted to answer his question, jarring your lips to fix up a sentence, but you were too slow.

Terry slammed into you continually, each and every slam and thrust he gave you found a new place to dig out. His eyebrows furrowed as he lingered for your answer, knowing good and Christ juice you couldn’t answer. this nigga was evil.

He slammed into you once more resulting in you screaming, staying still in an attempt to not cum inside you, but you just looked too exquisite at this angle, the soft white light emitting from above shined across your face, your eyebrows scrunched, and your mouth permanently ajar.

“You can scream but can't answer? I said,” he began to repeat, slowly rocking his hips into you. “I don't know!”

“At least you're honest, that shit ain't cutting it.” He told you, maintaining his pace exactly where and how it was. His tone is mean yet delicate, his eyes still burning into your skin leaving different patches of hotness until your whole body warms up again.

“This my pussy right?” You nodded, “And Nobody will ever get it right?” you nodded your head obediently, “And nobody’s gonna take what's mine?” his voice nearly going primal, his pace quickening at the idea of someone attempting to take what was his.

“Nooooo,” You slurred on your words, drunk off his loving, high off this moment, rolling your eyes back to see your own little sky with stars with a biggg shooting star as your orgasm washed through you, your body jerking around violently as Terry held you steady, giving you two more pumps before sliding out, leaning back to watch you melt further into the backseat.

When you came to, you looked down to see Terry slowly stroking himself, “Knees.” He commanded, your knees buckled as you could hardly move but you obeyed, perking your ass up in the air, teasing him a little.

His hefty hand landed on your cheek a few times, each time leaving a pleasurable sting behind. You heard him shuffle behind you, lining himself up with your entrance, swiping your pussy with his dick making you clench over nothing.

“This your dick right? Show me.” Terry insisted, pushing only the tip driving you madly in love.

You slid down on him with ease, a guttural moan fleeing the two mouths as the feeling of being together again, feeling the chemistry oozing off of each other, it was something that couldn’t be replaced.

You grabbed a hold of the driver’s seat as you threw your ass back onto him, arching your back some more, the clapping intensified times ten.

“Fuckk,” Terry cursed lazily as he fucked you back, giving each cheek a little smacked turning that spot more redder, caressing the right one as the left one was left to die, that asshole!

You felt Terry's presence grow closer as his chest rested on your upper back. His left hand snaked around to keep your face to his as he attacked your lips, the taste of gin deepening your taste buds as you savor the flavor of him, moaning into his mouth.

His left hand released your face, kissing your back before pinning your face down onto the seat, his right hand placed in the small of your back, bending your back in a way you didn’t think it could bend.

He moaned deeply, his languidish strokes reminding you of one thing: This pussy was his and to never let another nigga think he has a chance. Truly, you learned from this experience but will try again when you recover from this in 7-10 business years.

You felt a familiar sensation forming in the pit of your stomach, Terry sensed this and evilly went deep, hitting all new spots as he damn near bottomed out in you. “I want you to cum on this dick and I want you to cum now.” but little did he know you were waiting on his approval.

You erupted into a screaming, shaking mess, the sounds of squelching and slapping of skin drowning out the music.

Terry gave you three sharp thrusts before nutting in you, painting your walls like you were a canvas, and it created a beautiful scene. Terry collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily into your ear feeling accomplished that he was able to go through with his ‘Punishment’ beating the last score of 3 to 7.

“I love you,” Terry said innocently, kissing you gently, whimpering as he slowly pulled out of you. “But Don’t do that shit again.”

You flopped onto the backseat as you stuck up a thumbs up, your arm flopping back down as you heard him laugh.

Fin ♥️

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Love and Deepspace: Boyfriend Headcanons ♡

I really need to start writing more Zanye stuff considering his my type in so many ways, don't get me wrong but I love all of them, however. Zayne was the one who pulled me into the game and made me stay :3

Again, most of the headcanons may or may not be already canon in game. But do not worry, I do have originals I've thought off :3

Reader here is Gender Neutral (They/Them)

If you haven't seen Xavier's part its here!

Warning: Some Spoilers from his Myths and minor swearing.

Reminder: The character belongs to INFOLD/ its respective creators; this is all just fictional work so please try to not take these too seriously :)

♡ Now, we all know that our favorite Doctor loves sweets right? I feel like in his feel time, aka when he doesn't have work and takes a break from the hospital - he'll practice how to bake sweet goodies.

♡ Think about it! He knows how to cook well and his knife skills are exceptional, so he would definitely make baking as a stress relief and hobby.

♡ I imagine him making sweets to either give to the patients in the hospital, or maybe his coworkers too, once they finish another hard day.

♡ Obviously, you'll get most of the treats as your his special person but not only do you get most of the goods - you also get the first taste! He would also ask you for your honest opinion, now if your scared in telling him the truth; don't be. He encourages it so he can improve better in baking :)

♡ While on the convo of cooking and food - we also know that this man can cook very well, not only is the meal balanced but the presentation and taste is immaculate.

♡ Don't worry picky eaters, you won't even taste the veggies he put in the meal so you'll be safe and not gag (At least not from the food yk what I'm sayin-)

♡ Zayne will ALWAYS make time for you. No matter how busy he is, you will always be his top priority.

♡ You are literally the whole exact reason why he choose to be a cardiac surgeon/doctor after all.

♡ That also means he worries over you like a mother hen, sometimes he can be overbearing and too much on the scolding or doting whenever you get injured.

♡ So obviously, that leads to a few fights here and there but you understand that his intentions are all good.

♡ You are the passenger princess ✩

♡ Like. His car will always have snacks that you love, extra necessities, ties and your playlist is saved on his car too!

♡ On his day offs and you guys feel like hiking somewhere far, he would stock up his car filled with stuff that you usually use at your home as he wants you to be as comfortable as possible.

♡ He tries not to spoil you... he tried to put a limit on everything so you don't get your way but your just so fucking adorable and stupid sometimes that he can't resist giving in... kidding he loves you-

♡ Dates would consist of; cat cafes, hiking, going to the gym, trying out cafes, kitty cards but mostly he would prefer to spend time with you at your or his place :)

♡ Love languages would be Acts of service and Quality time.

♡ As mentioned, he would do chores and he'd cook for you. He also prioritizes you over anything, all his time belongs to you... it has always belonged to you.

♡ Despite telling you to always limit your sweets/desert intake, it apparently doesn't apply to him.

♡ You both would frequently visit the dentist as his teeth would hurt from the amount of sweets (and sugar.) he'd consume, one wonders how he hasn't gotten diabetes yet....

♡ Zayne knows that he can come off as aloof or cold so he thinks about the words he says to you before he actually speaks it. Which often saves you both from arguments a lot.

♡ He also makes a point to be honest whilst not hurting your feelings, you won't have to worry about him lying about how you look or the answers he'll give to your questions.

♡ The only thing he'd be dishonest about tho is when his the one in need of help. His so used to not accepting help that he lies that his evol doesn't hurt him; when clearly, it does.

♡ You'd have to be super plushy to make him care enough to take a break for his own well-being, how ironic for being a Doctor right? Well, his thankful that in times when he can't be the doctor, you make sure to step in as a Doctor just for him and him only.

♡ Zayne often has trips to the Arctic; and when he does, he would either take you with him (Which is rarely.) or make sure to update you with pictures of/or with Pie, the scenery and with your requests - his face as well. You both won't be able to video call all the time while his at the arctic because the signal would be weak so he takes pictures instead.

♡ When he does get back from his trip, expect gifts and tea from him. He'll also make sure to kiss you deeply as he definitely missed you a lot.

♡ Cats aren't really fond of him right? You would force take him to cat cafes all the time and try to establish a connection between him and one of the cats! There was only one cat that liked him enough tho- But thats a win for you!

♡ Since its been said that you both do go hiking sometimes, I believe you guys would do some camping as well.

♡ He would take you on a hiking journey up a cliff filled with pretty flowers and Mayne jasmines that he may or may not have planted himself and you both would set up camp there.

♡ He would grill some food, take out the sweets he baked back at his place and cuddle you under the starlight... wishing for this all to last forever.

♡ He gets nightmares right? When he does; all he wants to do is seek you out, but he often feels guilty as he knows you have your own problems... So you have to rely on your 'Zayne Senses' to know whether the nightmares haunt him or not.

♡ When it is haunting him; all you need to do is Lead him to the bed, tuck his head into your chest - just enough so that he can hear your heartbeat while you whisper promises that you're never gonna leave him.

♡ Zayne has learned how to be patient, yet for you? His Patience will be tested. Whether it's you on those week - long missions or you not calling or messaging.

♡ Zayne does skincare..... I firmly believe he has friends that are dermatologists and that they give him skincare products sometimes as a gift. He gives some of them to you too, if it has good benefits or if you just want it.

♡ If you both are living together and your schedules are in-sync; you both would do your skincare routines together.

♡ I believe that Zayne - not only takes care of his body health but also his face - and not in a beauty standard way but in a 'Good looks makes the patient more at ease and would likely trust him more typa way'

♡ However, in months where the hospital gets busy; he develops a little stubble under his chin. Sometimes its on purpose as he likes the way you shave it or the way you sit on his lap if yk yk...

♡ Nicknames that he gives you are so sweet like honey... the way he calls out to you with that sweet nickname he has given you, it instantly fills you with butterflies.

♡ I like to think he'd call you Honey, Sweetheart and My Love a lot... but when your asleep in the comforts of your shared bedroom; he'd whisper My heart and My Jasmine, just soft enough that you could barely hear whilst slipping away to dreamland.

♡ In conclusion, Zayne is just filled of Husband Material ᯓᡣ𐭩

♡ His not perfect by all means (Expect you think he is) but he will do everything in his power to make sure that you'll not only be satisfied but also comfortable.

I had a lot of fun writing Zayne's part! Considering that his my main after all heh.

I hope that you all enjoyed reading Zayne's part and let me know if ya'll want a NSFW Version of these headcanons :)

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She's Not Afraid: S. Cb Seo Changbin x fem!reader (College AU)

WC: 14.6K

CW: Epilepsy, mentions of seizures, pre-established flirtationship, threats

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The Alpha Phi frat house buzzes with energy, a chaotic blend of booze, pizza, and loud banter filling the air. Pizza boxes are stacked haphazardly across the coffee table, each one a testament to a night of indulgence, and empty beer cans are forming small aluminium mountains along the edges of the room. The sectional couch sprawls in the centre, faded and worn from years of use, now populated by an assortment of sprawled-out figures. Each guy claims his own messy corner, stretched out, slouched, or slumped, depending on how many drinks they're in.

Changbin's the centrepiece, arms flung out with a half-eaten slice of pepperoni pizza in one hand and a half-crushed beer can in the other. His legs are stretched across the coffee table, blocking anyone who dares reach across for a slice. He takes a massive bite, barely noticing Jisung leaning over, his hand sneaking toward the box of wings.

"Dude, pass the wings," Jisung mutters, barely waiting for a response before reaching over. Felix's eyes narrow, and he pulls the wings closer, almost hugging the box.

"Back off, these are mine," Felix snaps, hugging the box to his chest with a mock possessiveness.

Jisung rolls his eyes, slumping back onto the couch, though he snags a random slice off the table in retaliation. "Mate, you act like I'm about to devour all your food or something."

Seungmin snorts, popping open a fresh beer. "As if you don't already eat half of everything in the house. We'd have more food if you didn't inhale it."

Hyunjin chuckles, one arm lazily draped over the back of the couch. He's reclined in a way that screams effortless cool, as if he was born lounging like this. "Let's be real, if we let him, Jisung would clear this table and ask what's for dessert."

"Shut it, Hwang," Jisung mutters, smirking as he crumples a napkin and tosses it in Hyunjin's direction. It misses, but the attempt is enough to get a round of laughs from the guys.

Across the room, Chan leans back, his head resting against the back of the couch as he glances at Changbin, a smirk tugging at his lips. "So, Changbin," he begins, eyes gleaming with mischief. "How's it going with that pretty girl from the gym?"

Changbin nearly chokes on his pizza, the slice wobbling in his hand as his face turns a shade darker. He swallows quickly, clearing his throat and trying to play it cool. "She's, y'know, shy. I mean, we talk music sometimes and trade song recommendations. She's got a Cocker Spaniel named Lady, and she talks about her dog like it's her child."

"Cute," Jeongin says, smirking. "But are you just planning to talk about dogs forever, or what?"

Changbin rolls his eyes, though he can't hide a small smile. "Shut up. She spots me sometimes when I'm lifting, but she's always doing cardio. It's not like we're, I dunno, running marathons together or something."

Felix wipes his fingers on his jeans, finally looking up from the box of wings. "You could make her a playlist. Like, a joint one. Gives you an excuse to ask for her number."

Changbin tilts his head, considering it. "That's not actually a bad idea. Could be a move."

Jeongin leans in, grinning wider. "Or, even better, ask her to go on a run around the college track. She's into cardio, right? Just tell her you need help with your 'endurance.' You know, real subtle."

The group bursts into laughter, and Chan raises his beer can, smirking. "Hey, it's all about showing vulnerability, right? Maybe she'll appreciate seeing Changbin 'work on his endurance.'"

Changbin laughs, lifting his can to meet Chan's. "Yeah, because it's totally believable if I start asking for cardio tips." He takes a long drink, imagining just how awkward he'd make that conversation. Just as he's about to reply, a loud thud echoes down from the stairs.

They all turn, eyes landing on Minho, who's barreling down the stairs, phone pressed to his ear and panic etched across his face. He's got one arm in a jacket, the other sleeve dangling as he frantically tries to shove his feet into his shoes mid-step, nearly tripping over the bottom stair.

"Minho, where the hell are you going?" Chan asks, brows furrowing as Minho hops on one foot, jamming his other shoe on.

Minho barely hears him, snapping into the phone. "Which hospital? Of course, I'm coming, you idiot. I'm your emergency contact, aren't I?" He's wrestling with his shoe, balancing the phone on his shoulder while trying to keep his jacket from slipping off.

The guys exchange confused looks, their laughter fading. Jisung leans forward, concern in his eyes. "Dude, what's happening?"

Minho huffs, his tone exasperated as he continues speaking into the phone. "No, you're not a hassle. You know you can't be alone for twenty-four hours after a seizure." He glances up, his gaze landing on the others as he mouths an apology. "Guys, mind if I bring a friend back here for the night? She can't be alone, and she needs a place to crash."

Chan nods immediately. "No problem, Minho. Bring her over, whatever you need."

Relief softens Minho's expression, though he's still wired with worry. He mutters a quick "thanks" before returning to the phone. "I've got your bag of clean clothes. Just stay there, alright? You're not going anywhere without me." He disappears into a small closet by the stairs, pulling out a duffel bag with one hand.

Jisung's eyes widen, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Oh, so that's why you've got a bag of women's clothes stashed away. Here I was thinking you'd eventually admit you look hot in a dress."

Minho throws Jisung a glare, clearly not in the mood. "Shut up, Jisung. It's not like that."

Jisung shrugs, unbothered. "Sure, sure. Whatever you say, man."

Minho gives the guys a final nod of thanks, then bolts out the door, the duffel bag swinging at his side. As the door clicks shut behind him, there's a brief silence, a palpable shift in the atmosphere.

Felix breaks it with a soft laugh, shaking his head. "He's wound up as hell. You can tell he's worried."

"Yeah," Chan murmurs, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Not often you see him like that."

Seungmin smirks, watching the door where Minho just disappeared. "Guess Minho's got a soft spot after all."

Changbin stretches, letting out a long sigh as he finishes his beer. "Don't act like you're all cold-hearted, Seungmin. You're softer than you let on."

Seungmin rolls his eyes, grabbing another slice of pizza, though there's a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Fuck off, Changbin." 

The conversation drifts back to the usual topics. Football, weekend plans, and tales of their latest misadventures. But each of them, in the back of their minds, is wondering about Minho and this friend of his who apparently means enough to him to turn him into a bundle of nerves.

An hour and a half has passed since Minho bolted out the door, and though the pizza boxes are mostly empty and the beer supply has dwindled, no one really seems in the mood to keep partying. They're all sprawled out in their usual spots, but the rowdy energy from earlier has fizzled out, replaced by a quiet, anxious sort of anticipation. 

Felix, who's been mindlessly tapping his fingers against the side of his empty beer can, finally breaks the silence. "Did any of you guys know Minho had a friend with epilepsy?"

There's a general murmur of head shakes and shrugs, and Changbin raises an eyebrow, scratching the back of his head. "Honestly, no clue. Minho's always been kinda private, though. He's not exactly the type to overshare."

"Yeah, but still," Felix mutters, his voice softer now, almost concerned. "You'd think he'd at least mention it if he had a friend dealing with something serious like that."

Seungmin leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he thinks it over. "Maybe he kept her away intentionally. Some people with epilepsy have seizures triggered by stress or overstimulation. Let's be real, this house isn't exactly a chill place. Between Jisung's chaotic energy and, well, all of us, we'd probably set her off within five minutes."

Jisung snorts, nudging Seungmin with his elbow. "Hey, I resent that. My 'chaotic energy' is a national treasure."

"Right, and pizza grease is a vitamin," Seungmin deadpans, shooting him a look. "Point is, it makes sense why he wouldn't bring her around."

Chan sighs, running a hand through his hair as he takes in the group. "Alright, listen up. When Minho gets back, we're keeping things calm, got it? No wild shit, no random loud noises. She's gonna need a quiet space, and if Minho trusts us enough to bring her here, we owe it to him to not screw it up."

Jeongin raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms with a slight smirk. "Us? Calm? You're asking for a miracle here, Captain."

Chan's eyes narrow, though there's a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Yes, Jeongin. Calm. And if you can't manage that, you can go hide upstairs."

Jeongin scoffs but doesn't argue. "Hey, I can do calm. Don't underestimate me just 'cause I look like trouble."

The tension eases a bit with the exchange, and Chan lets out a small chuckle, nodding around the room. "Good. So let's make it work, yeah?"

Across the room, Jisung is sitting next to Changbin on the couch, his phone out as he scrolls through a series of articles. His face is serious, brows knit as he reads through a particularly lengthy section. "We should probably look up what to do for someone who's just had a seizure, right? Last thing we need is to be clueless and make things worse."

Changbin leans over to glance at the screen, squinting at the tiny font. "Good call. I mean, we've all seen medical dramas, but I don't think TV advice is gonna cut it here."

Seungmin, overhearing them, nods thoughtfully. "If she's here for the night, Minho'll probably want her close by. He might even stay up to keep an eye on her, just in case. Seizures can be unpredictable like that."

Jisung reads aloud, clearing his throat as he goes over a bulleted list. "Alright, here's what it says. 'After a seizure, people can feel disoriented, exhausted, or generally out of it. It's best to give them a calm, quiet environment, avoiding overwhelming them with noise or bright lights.'" He pauses, looking around at the group with a pointed expression. "In other words, we act like normal human beings and not frat house degenerates."

Changbin smirks. "I don't know if we've ever pulled that off, but I guess now's as good a time as any to try."

Jisung continues, tapping a highlighted section on his screen. "It says, 'Offer water or a light snack if they're feeling up to it. And don't make them feel self-conscious about what happened.'" He looks around, giving each of them a look. "No pity stares, no 'are you okay?' every five seconds. Just... be normal."

Hyunjin nods from his spot on the couch, his legs crossed as he leans back. "Makes sense. Last thing anyone wants after going through something intense is to feel like a sideshow. We just treat her like anyone else."

"Yeah," Jeongin chimes in, nodding. "Even if she's, like, passed out in Minho's bed or something, we just act normal."

Jisung scrolls down a bit more, his face softening as he reads on. "And here's another part: 'Some people experience memory loss or confusion afterward, so be patient if they're struggling with details or need a moment to get their bearings.' Basically, if she's out of it, we just go along with it."

Felix nods thoughtfully, fiddling with the tab on his beer can. "So, we go with the flow, no pressure, and we don't make her feel weird about any of it. Easy enough."

There's a pause, a moment of silence where everyone seems to take in the weight of the situation, and then Chan speaks up, his voice a touch quieter. "I never really thought about Minho having to deal with something like this. He always acts like nothing gets to him, but... this has gotta be hard."

Seungmin nods, looking toward the door. "Yeah. Minho can be an ass sometimes, but the fact that he's her emergency contact? That says a lot about how much he cares. He's got a real soft spot under all that attitude."

Felix's gaze shifts to the door, as though expecting Minho to walk back in at any second. "We're here for him. Even if he doesn't say it, he knows that."

Jisung looks up from his phone, a slight smile tugging at his lips. "Honestly, I'm surprised he asked for our help. Normally, he's pretty tight-lipped about his personal life."

Changbin leans back, folding his arms behind his head as he looks around. "Exactly. The fact that he's bringing her here means he trusts us. We can't mess this up."

The group exchanges nods, the usual teasing and laughter gone, replaced by a quiet resolve. They might be a chaotic bunch, but tonight, they're a family—and that means stepping up, even if it means breaking character.

Chan raises his empty can, gesturing around the room. "To keeping it calm. For Minho, and for his friend."

Everyone raises their cans, some of them empty, some nearly there, all of them mirroring Chan's gesture. A soft chuckle ripples through the room as they clink their imaginary toast, each of them understanding the weight of the words. For all the loudness, mess, and chaos, they're all on the same page tonight.

As they settle back, the living room falls into a comfortable quiet. Felix, leaning forward, glances around the dimly lit room. "So, what do we do now? Just sit and wait?"

"Pretty much," Chan replies, stretching his arms over his head. "We just keep things chill until they get here."

Changbin glances at the half-empty pizza box, nudging it toward Jisung. "Might as well polish this off. It's probably cold by now, but no sense letting it go to waste."

Jisung grins, snatching a slice. "I got no problem with that." He takes a big bite, chewing thoughtfully before glancing over at Seungmin. "Think Minho's gonna bring her right to his room?"

Seungmin nods. "If she's exhausted or out of it, yeah, he'll probably want her to rest right away. Best we can do is keep things low-key so she doesn't feel like she's walking into a zoo."

Jeongin kicks back, crossing his ankles on the coffee table. "It'll be a nice change of pace, honestly. Haven't had a chill night in... well, ever."

Felix laughs softly, leaning back with a small smile. "Guess we're all due for a breather anyway. Even if it's just for one night."

The front door opens, and you're barely aware of your surroundings as Minho helps guide you inside. Everything feels fuzzy like you're seeing the world through a foggy window. The lights in the frat house seem dim, yet they still make you squint. Your body feels heavy, your legs wobbly as Minho keeps a steadying arm around you.

"Someone help me get her on the couch," Minho says, his voice low but urgent.

In an instant, a few people spring into action. You recognize Jeongin vaguely as he comes up to help you, his hands gentle as they guide you to the couch. Changbin and another guy you don't recognize stand up quickly, making room for you. Someone with soft blond hair and warm eyes, drops a pillow down, fluffing it as you're slowly eased onto the couch. The softness is welcome against your back, and you sink into it, feeling a wave of exhaustion overtake you.

You feel someone tuck the pillow under your head, and though you're too disoriented to say thanks, the small, comforting gesture settles something in your chest. Your vision swims, and you blink slowly, vaguely taking in the faces around you.

Changbin leans over to the guy with the dark, undercut hair. His voice is barely a whisper, but you catch it, somehow. "That's the gym girl."

The guy next to him, who looks like he has "leader" written all over him, raises an eyebrow. "No shit?"

Changbin nods, glancing at you with a mix of surprise and intrigue. "Yeah."

"Huh," the guy replies, his smirk evident. "Small world, huh? Your gym crush just happens to be Minho's secret friend who you talk to about music and her dog."

You blink, realizing only vaguely that Changbin's familiar, but in this dazed state, you can't quite make sense of where you know him from. You don't have the energy to figure it out, either. Everything feels too heavy, like your head is stuffed with cotton, and you barely register what's going on around you. The voices of the guys blend together in a comforting hum, like a lullaby, as you try to focus on Minho's face.

One of the guys who had helped you onto the couch, observes you carefully. "She looks kind of out of it," he comments, his voice soft.

Minho nods as he settles next to you on the couch, his shoulder a familiar presence beside you. "They gave her sedatives to stop the seizure," he explains, glancing down at you with a softness you don't often see from him. You don't have to say anything; Minho's eyes seem to tell you that he's got everything under control, that you're safe here.

"Hey, honey bee," he murmurs, his voice gentle. "How're you feeling?"

You offer him a small smile, too exhausted to do much else. His familiar nickname for you brings a slight warmth to your chest, and it makes you feel safe, like maybe this isn't as scary as it feels.

Minho smiles back, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder. "Want some tea?"

You nod, the thought of something warm and soothing appealing even in your foggy state.

"I'll do it," The blonde says from somewhere behind Minho. 

"Is there anything we need to do?" asks the guy with the undercut who Changbin had whispered to, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and readiness.

Minho shakes his head, looking around at all of them. "No, just keep an eye out. If she seizes again, she has emergency medication in her bag, which I can administer. But if it goes on for more than five minutes, we call an ambulance, got it?"

Everyone nods, their expressions serious, the easygoing vibe from before replaced by genuine concern. Minho continues, "When it's about to happen, her eyes roll back, and her lips twitch—those are the warning signs."

Another guy, tall with long black hair, raises his hand slightly, like he's thinking out loud. "Do we need to be careful of flashing lights or anything?"

Minho shakes his head again. "No, it's not photosensitive epilepsy. That's not one of her triggers."

The tall guy nods, looking slightly relieved as he glances away, thoughtful.

With a sigh, Minho sits back, giving you a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "And... just so you all know, she's really shy. When she's more with it, speak softly, keep it chill. She's usually pretty foggy right after a seizure."

The guy with the undercut clears his throat and leans forward slightly. "Got it, Minho. We'll keep things quiet."

Minho glances back down at you, his voice soothing. "Y/N, this is everyone. Chan," he says, nodding toward the guy with the undercut, "Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, Seungmin, and Jeongin. Felix is the one making you tea."

You nod faintly, your brain struggling to process all the new names. You manage a slight smile at each of them, your eyelids heavy as you try to remember who's who. But the room's warmth and the sedatives are dragging you under, making it difficult to concentrate.

"Lady..." you mumble, the image of your dog, your sweet Cocker Spaniel, flashing in your mind. The worry is barely there, hazy at the edges, but you feel a pang of longing to have her here, her comforting presence by your side.

Minho squeezes your hand lightly, a comforting weight that steadies you. "I called my dad, okay? He's taken Lady to my parents' house. They'll look after her while you're here."

You nod slowly, comforted by the knowledge that Lady's safe. The tension in your shoulders eases, and you let your head drop, resting against Minho's shoulder. The warmth of his hoodie is familiar, grounding. The hum of the guys' quiet chatter fades into the background, soothing and soft.

Chan's voice is the last thing you hear as your eyes drift closed, his tone low and respectful. "We've got you, Minho," he says. "We'll take care of her."

You wake up in an unfamiliar bed, the hazy morning light filtering in through curtains you don't recognize. Blinking a few times, you realize you're in Minho's room. At the Alpha Phi frat house. The room smells faintly of his cologne and something uniquely Minho, comforting in its own way. You feel his warmth next to you, his body sprawled out under the covers as he snores softly, still completely dead to the world. It's familiar and comforting to have him beside you, even if this isn't your own space.

Careful not to disturb him, you slide out of bed. Your black sweatpants and oversized cardigan feel cosy against the slight chill in the room, and you're grateful for the fluffy socks on your feet as they muffle your steps. You locate your bag and dig through until you find the two pill bottles nestled at the bottom. Your body's sluggish from sleep and the lingering effects of last night, but you know you need to take your meds soon.

Tucking the pill bottles in your hand, you tiptoe out of Minho's room and quietly close the door behind you. Navigating through the unfamiliar layout of the house, you make your way downstairs. The sound of light clattering in the kitchen draws you forward, and you step inside to see a familiar figure perched at the kitchen island.

Jisung glances up from where he's scrolling through his phone, and his face lights up with a friendly smile. "Hey," he greets, setting his phone down. "I'm Jisung, by the way, in case you don't remember from last night. Minho mentioned you might be a bit foggy."

You return his smile shyly, nodding. "Yeah, it was a bit of a blur."

"Totally fair." He watches as you place your pill bottles on the counter. "Want some juice or something?"

"That'd be great, actually," you say softly. "Just nothing with grapefruit. It messes with my meds, it affects the levels in my blood or something."

Jisung nods thoughtfully, already moving to the fridge. "Got it, so tropical juice is out. How about orange or apple?"

"Either's fine, thanks."

He grabs the orange juice and pours you a glass, sliding it over with a casual ease that makes you feel at home despite the unfamiliar surroundings. You open your pill bottles, take out the morning dose, and swallow them down with a couple of gulps of the juice.

Jisung watches you for a moment, his gaze curious but not intrusive. After a beat, he says, "So... epilepsy, huh?" His voice is awkwardly casual, and it makes you laugh, breaking the tension.

"Yeah," you say, setting the glass down. "I've had it since I was born, actually. They think it's genetic. My grandmother had it, and so do my aunt and uncle on my dad's side. Guess I got lucky on the paternal genetics side of things."

Jisung nods, looking genuinely interested. "Damn. Must be a lot to handle."

You shrug, smiling softly. "You get used to it. Minho's been a big help, though."

He grins, leaning forward on his elbows. "Are you the friend Minho spends most nights with?"

"Yeah," you confirm, chuckling. "My seizures are more frequent at night, and even though Minho sleeps like the dead, if I so much as twitch in my sleep, he's up. Don't know how he does it, honestly."

"Minho's got this weird sixth sense or something," Jisung says, shaking his head. "He's a big softie, though he'd never admit it. Helps me out with my panic attacks too, like no one else gets me like he does."

"Sounds like Minho," you say, smiling at the thought. It's comforting to know that Minho's kindness extends to his other friends too, even if he tries to play it cool most of the time.

Jisung glances at you, looking thoughtful. "You want something to eat, by the way? I mean, if you're hungry, that is."

You shake your head, grateful but declining. "Maybe later. My meds usually make me feel a little nauseous right after, so I'll wait a bit."

"Cool, cool. Or... not cool. Uh—" He laughs at himself, looking slightly embarrassed. "Wanna watch some TV or something? We've got every streaming service you can think of. Perks of living with eight guys who all mooch off each other's subscriptions."

You laugh, finding his easygoing demeanour comforting. "Sure, that sounds good."

You follow Jisung to the living room, your steps slow and your head still feeling clouded. The couch is familiar from last night, and as you sink into it, the ache in your muscles dulls slightly, soothed by the soft cushions beneath you. Jisung plops down beside you, scrolling through the streaming options as he gets comfortable. His casual presence, a stark contrast to the strange, foggy feeling still in your head, makes you feel a little more grounded.

As you lean against him, you pause, feeling a little self-conscious. With a quiet voice, you ask, "Is this okay?"

Jisung glances down at you, giving you an easy, reassuring smile. "Yeah, whatever you need to be comfortable. Just relax." He lets you rest your head on his shoulder, and you feel him settle in, adjusting so you're more comfortable leaning against him.

You close your eyes for a moment, taking slow breaths as your hands find their way to his, noticing the silver rings on his fingers. They're cool and smooth, little bits of silver glinting in the morning light. Almost instinctively, you start fiddling with them, rolling one of the rings around his finger absentmindedly. He doesn't say anything, just nods and begins to run a gentle hand up and down your back, the rhythmic motion adding to the comforting weight of the moment.

There's a soft laugh from across the room, and you look up to see Felix standing in the doorway, grinning as he watches the two of you. "Ooh, I want in on this cuddle fest," he says, his voice full of playful warmth. "Is that okay?"

You nod, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "Yeah, that'd be nice. Physical touch, it helps ground me when I'm in this fog."

"Say no more," Felix replies, practically bounding over to the couch and settling on your other side. He drapes an arm around you, squeezing your shoulder lightly. "We're all about grounding here," he jokes, making himself comfortable.

You feel a sense of relief settle over you as you sit between the two of them. Felix's arm is warm around you, and Jisung's hand continues its comforting path along your back. The haze in your mind doesn't disappear, but their presence eases it, like two steady anchors keeping you from drifting off.

As you sit in comfortable silence, you hear footsteps coming from upstairs, the faint thud of someone moving down quickly. A moment later, Minho appears at the top of the stairs, his gaze scanning the room until it lands on you sandwiched between Jisung and Felix. He lets out a small sigh of relief, his expression softening as he takes in the scene.

He walks over, crossing his arms as he stands by the couch. "How're you feeling, honey bee?" His voice is gentle, but you can tell he's assessing you carefully.

You give him a small smile, leaning further into Jisung's shoulder. "Still a little foggy. My muscles are sore," you admit softly, glancing up at him.

He nods, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. "That's normal after a seizure, especially a long one. Just relax, okay? Let the guys spoil you a little."

Jisung looks up at Minho and checks his watch. "She took her meds about... twenty minutes ago, give or take."

Minho nods, his expression thoughtful. "Alright. Another forty minutes or so before you can eat, then, or else you'll end up feeling sick," he explains, glancing down at you with a comforting smile. "We'll get you something when the time's right."

You nod, relieved to have someone else keeping track of things for you. It's hard to focus on anything, the haze making it difficult to think straight. You turn your attention back to Jisung's hand, absently twisting the rings on his fingers again. He lets you fiddle with them, giving you a quiet, supportive smile.

Felix, meanwhile, squeezes your shoulder again, giving you a reassuring nudge. "Don't worry, we've got you. Just take it easy."

As you sit nestled between Jisung and Felix, a slight wave of disorientation begins to sweep over you. You blink, trying to focus, but your vision blurs. Your eyes roll back involuntarily, and although you're distantly aware of it, you can't seem to stop it. You're fighting to stay grounded, but it's like a part of you is slipping away.

Minho notices immediately, his eyes sharpening with concern. He's by your side in an instant, his hand on your shoulder. "Y/N," he murmurs, his voice low and steady, "stay with me."

But your eyes keep rolling back, and Minho's expression hardens with resolve. He quickly manoeuvers you so you're lying down with your head resting in Jisung's lap, making sure to position you on your side to prevent any complications.

Felix catches on fast, leaning forward anxiously. "Minho, what's happening?"

Minho's gaze is intense, focused entirely on you. "Lix, get the time," he orders, his voice firm. "She's about to seize."

Felix pulls out his phone, checking the time down to the second. "Got it," he says, his voice steadying, though his eyes reveal his worry.

Then Minho shouts, "CHANGBIN! GO TO MY ROOM AND GRAB THE BLACK TOTE BAG! THERE'S A YELLOW NASAL SPRAY IN IT! BRING IT DOWN NOW!"

Without a word, Changbin sprints up the stairs, taking them two at a time, his footsteps echoing through the house. Meanwhile, Minho's attention is back on you, his hand resting on your shoulder as he begins to speak in a low, comforting tone.

"You're okay, Y/N," he murmurs. "I'm right here, honey bee. Just breathe, alright? You're safe. We're all here for you."

Your teeth clench, and your eyes roll back fully as the seizure takes hold. You can vaguely hear Minho's voice as he speaks to you, his words a distant anchor in the chaos. Somewhere in the background, Felix keeps a watchful eye on the time, counting each second.

Changbin returns with the tote bag, practically leaping down the stairs. He rushes over to Minho, hands him the yellow nasal spray, his expression tense. "Here," he says, his voice a little shaky.

Minho takes the spray without missing a beat. He carefully positions it at your nose, giving you a gentle, reassuring touch before pressing the spray. "This'll help you, Y/N," he says softly, his tone unwavering. He administers the medication with precision, his movements quick and practised.

By this point, Chan, Jeongin, Hyunjin, and Seungmin have gathered in the doorway, watching with quiet concern. They're not used to seeing Minho like this—so intense, so protective. They can see how deeply he cares about you, every action of his filled with a gentle determination to ensure you're safe and as comfortable as possible.

Felix, who's been monitoring the time, calls out, "One minute, thirty seconds."

Minho nods, leaning over to check on you, his hand gently stroking your arm. He watches intently as the tension in your body begins to ease, the rigid movements slowing until, finally, you start to come out of it.

"She's coming out of it," Minho says softly, relief slipping into his voice. He glances up briefly at Changbin, who's still hovering nearby, his face etched with worry. "We're good. She's okay."

Changbin lets out a shaky breath. "You're sure?"

Minho nods, his gaze locked on you as he watches you closely, never looking away for long. "Yeah. It's over. She'll be alright."

Chan steps closer to Changbin, placing a hand on his shoulder. His voice is low, meant only for him. "You alright, man?"

Changbin exhales, rubbing the back of his neck as he watches you recover, the colour slowly returning to your face. "Yeah... it's just... I've seen her at the gym, full of life and everything, even though she's shy." His gaze drops slightly, a flicker of something unreadable in his expression. "Seeing her like this... it's hard. Makes it feel worse, you know?"

Chan nods, giving his friend's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "You like her. Of course, it's hard," he murmurs, a quiet understanding in his tone. 

After a few moments, Minho glances up at the others, his expression softening slightly as he shifts back to his usual self. "When she's coming out of it, she's gonna struggle to speak," he explains. "She'll stammer and get stuck on her 's' and 't' sounds. But talk to her normally. She understands everything. It's just hard for her to say what she wants because of where her epilepsy's localized in her brain."

The guys nod, absorbing his instructions, their faces a mix of concern and determination to help however they can.

As the fog begins to lift, you slowly become more aware of your surroundings. Minho's voice is the first thing you register, steady and calm, grounding you like a lifeline. Your muscles ache, a dull, pulsing soreness that reminds you of every second of the seizure. You blink a few times, trying to focus, and the familiar faces of the guys start to come into view, each one watching you with quiet encouragement.

Minho stays by your side, his voice gentle. "Hey, Y/N," he says, his tone soft and warm. "Take your time, alright? Just breathe."

Felix gives you a reassuring smile. "No rush. We're all here. Just relax, we've got you"

Changbin walks into the gym, the familiar scent of metal, rubber, and a hint of sweat greeting him like an old friend. He's barely halfway through the doors when he spots you across the room, running on the treadmill like nothing out of the ordinary had happened last week. You're moving at a steady pace, earbuds in, eyes focused straight ahead, and there's a lightness to your stride that makes it look almost effortless.

A small smile tugs at his lips as he watches you, secretly relieved to see you back to your usual self. You seem so at ease, like the chaos of last week's episode hasn't left any mark on you. He remembers how vulnerable you looked on Minho's couch, and seeing you this steady is a bit of a relief.

As if sensing his gaze, you glance over and notice him. Your eyes light up in recognition, and a shy smile spreads across your face. You press the "stop" button on the treadmill, unclipping the red emergency stop cord from your waistband, and step off. Walking over to him, you give him a small wave.

"Hey," you say, a little shy, though your smile is genuine. "Need a spotter?"

Changbin grins, the familiar feeling of easy banter slipping back into place. "Yeah, that'd be great," he replies, grabbing a pair of dumbbells as he leads you over to one of the empty benches. He lies back, adjusting himself for a bench press, and you stand ready beside him, hands poised just above the bar to help if he needs it.

He grips the bar and begins his reps, and after a few sets, he glances up at you, his expression shifting from his usual playful demeanor to one of genuine concern. "So... how are you feeling?"

You shrug, giving him a reassuring smile. "I'm fine. It's pretty normal for me. Been dealing with it since I was a kid."

"Yeah, but..." he hesitates, clearly choosing his words carefully. "Does the gym know about your condition? Like, do they have precautions set up for you?"

You nod, and with a quick motion, point over at a guy stationed near the free weights, busy re-racking plates. "Yeah, it's all sorted. That's Hongjoong," you say, gesturing subtly. "He's one of the managers here, and he keeps an eye out for me. I put it on my membership form when I signed up, so they know. And I always clip the emergency stop cord to my waistband when I'm on the treadmill. If anything happens, it'll pull out, and the treadmill stops instantly."

Changbin lets out a low whistle, impressed by the precautions. "Damn, you've got this all planned out, huh?"

"Kind of have to," you reply with a soft chuckle. "I also have one of those keys for the disabled toilets, so if I need some privacy or a place to sit down, I can just head there. It's not perfect, but it works."

He nods, continuing his reps, clearly absorbing everything you've said. After a beat, he asks, "So... how did you meet Minho?"

The question brings a smile to your face as you remember. "First lecture of freshman year," you say, your voice tinged with nostalgia. "I was so anxious about having a seizure in a room full of strangers that I actually started getting the warning signs right there in the lecture hall. Minho noticed and led me outside. He told me he had a first aid certificate, kept talking to me to keep me calm, and helped me through it. We've been friends ever since."

Changbin pauses mid-rep, looking up at you with a smirk. "So, Minho the badass was a lifesaver from day one, huh?"

You laugh, nodding. "Pretty much. He's always had my back. We're both in the same major too, so we ended up in most of the same classes. He's been a huge support."

Changbin racks the bar, sitting up and wiping a bit of sweat from his brow. "That sounds like Minho," he says with a fond smile. "He acts like he's all tough, but when it comes to the people he cares about, he's softer than anyone."

"Yeah," you agree, chuckling. "I've seen it with you guys too, actually. He might pretend he doesn't care, but I know he's always watching out for you."

Changbin laughs, shaking his head. "He's a menace, honestly. But yeah, he's good people." He pauses, glancing over at you, a soft curiosity in his gaze. "So... how are you doing now? I mean, really."

You give him a reassuring smile. "Really, I'm fine. The seizures can be intense, but it's just something I've had to learn to live with. I don't let it stop me."

He nods, impressed. "You're tougher than most people I know," he says, sincerity coloring his words. "It's good seeing you back here, looking like yourself."

Your cheeks warm a bit at the compliment, and you smile shyly, glancing away. "Thanks, Changbin. And... thanks for looking out for me last week."

He gives a small shrug, flashing you that familiar grin. "Hey, anytime. That's what friends or gym crushes are for, right?" His grin widens as he tosses you a wink, leaving you flustered but smiling nonetheless.

Changbin grins as he settles back into position, adjusting his grip on the bar. "You know, you should start coming around to the frat house more now that the guys know you exist in Minho's life," he says, lifting the bar and beginning another set of reps. "I mean, you know me and Minho, so you can swing by anytime. Whether it's to visit your handsome gym buddy"—he gives you a quick wink—"or Minho. Hell, we've all read up on seizures, and Minho gave us a full-on crash course. We're prepared."

You chuckle softly, a bit shy under his gaze. "I mean... I showed up at your house after a hospital trip and then had a seizure in Jisung's lap the next morning. And you still want me around?"

He sets the bar back with a clink, sitting up and giving you a playful nudge. "Of course we do! I always want a pretty girl around. Especially ones who spot me, give me solid music recommendations, and have a cute dog. You've got an all-access pass to the house."

You bite your lip, feeling warmth rise in your cheeks at his compliment. Changbin just keeps grinning, though, leaning back with an easygoing confidence that's hard to resist.

"Besides," he adds, grabbing his water bottle and taking a long sip, "none of us care that you have a medical condition. Like, at all. We're a weird bunch ourselves. I mean, have you met Chan?"

You tilt your head, laughing softly. "I don't think I've had the pleasure of truly meeting him yet."

Changbin groans dramatically, rolling his eyes. "Lucky you. Look, between you and me, the man has the foulest fucking farts known to mankind. I swear, it's practically a biological weapon. The guy needs a doctor, maybe even an exorcist. Seriously, it's worse than any seizure situation by a long shot."

You burst into laughter, covering your mouth, but Changbin isn't done. "I'm warning you, if you start coming around more, you're unfortunately gonna experience one of Chan's episodes firsthand. And for that, I apologize in advance. It's an assault on the senses."

You shake your head, grinning at his dramatic antics. "Noted. I'll bring an extra air freshener or something next time."

"Good call," he says, nodding sagely. "Maybe two. We'll need the reinforcement."

As he lies back to start another set, he gives you a quick glance, a little softer now. "But seriously, none of us give a shit that you have a medical condition. We're just glad to have you around, you know?"

His tone is genuine, and it makes you feel a bit more at ease. You smile, reaching over to squeeze his shoulder. "Thanks, Changbin. I might just take you up on that invite. Just make sure to keep the air fresheners stocked, okay?"

"You got it," he says with a smirk, resuming his reps with newfound energy.

Changbin walks into the Alpha Phi house with an unmistakable grin, still feeling the buzz from his time at the gym. He drops his gym bag by the door, the thud of it hitting the floor echoing faintly as he makes his way to the kitchen. The house is quiet for once, probably because half the guys are out or asleep, and he decides to take advantage of the peace, headphones still snug over his ears. The familiar beat of "APT" by Bruno Mars and Rose pumps through his ears, and he can't help but hum along, even adding in a little shoulder shimmy as he reaches for the protein powder.

Just as he's tossing a scoop of powder into his shaker, he catches sight of Minho leaning against the kitchen doorway, arms crossed with a bemused look on his face.

"'APT,' huh?" Minho asks with a smirk, nodding toward Changbin's headphones. "You know that's Y/N's current favourite song?"

Changbin freezes for a split second, then shrugs, keeping his expression casual. "Yeah, funny coincidence, right? It's pretty popular right now."

Minho narrows his eyes, clearly not buying the nonchalance but letting it slide. "I guess so." He watches as Changbin continues making his shake, his gaze curious. "You know... you've seemed a lot happier lately. Got a spring in your step. Something going on? A girl, maybe?"

Changbin pauses, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks, though he quickly tries to brush it off. "Uh, yeah," he says, trying to keep it casual. He shakes up his drink and takes a sip, avoiding Minho's gaze.

Minho lets out a laugh, slapping him on the shoulder. "Good for you, man. Honestly, about time. You've been on a bit of a dry spell recently, haven't you?"

Changbin rolls his eyes, a smirk playing at his lips. "Thanks for the reminder, asshole."

Minho grins, pushing himself off the doorframe. "Hey, no judgment. I'm just saying it's good to see you like this." He pauses, giving Changbin a pointed look. "So, what's the deal then? This isn't just some random hookup?"

Changbin hesitates, taking another sip of his shake to buy himself a second to think. "It's... different," he admits finally, glancing away as he shrugs. "I actually like her."

Minho raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised by the confession. "Oh, really?" He lets out a low whistle, shaking his head. "Damn, I didn't think I'd see the day. Who is she, then? Anyone I'd know?"

Changbin gives a quick, almost panicked shake of his head, hoping to steer the conversation in a different direction. "Nah, just someone I met... you know, around. She's just... different, that's all." He hopes the vague response will keep Minho from digging any further.

Minho nods, thankfully letting it go. "Well, I'm happy for you, man. Seriously. If anyone deserves something real, it's you." He claps Changbin on the shoulder, and there's a genuine warmth in his tone. "Just don't keep her waiting, alright? Take a chance."

Changbin chuckles, feeling both relieved and a little guilty. "Yeah, I'll keep that in mind."

As Minho heads out of the kitchen, Changbin watches him go, feeling the weight of keeping this from his friend. He takes another sip of his shake, thoughts swirling with the excitement of seeing you, balanced by the nagging guilt of hiding it from Minho. But as he hums the rest of "APT" to himself, he can't help but smile, thinking of the next time he'll see you.

You're sprawled out on Minho's bed, leaning against the wall as you flip through his well-worn collection of books and random knick-knacks scattered on the shelf nearby. The air in his room is comfortable, and the cozy light filtering through the window makes everything feel calm, settled. Minho is lying beside you, his legs stretched out as he scrolls through something on his phone, occasionally glancing over with an amused smirk every time you get lost in one of his odd collectibles.

You take a deep breath, feeling a sudden impulse to bring up something that's been on your mind lately. "Hey," you start, voice quiet. "I was thinking... maybe about dating again?"

Minho stops scrolling, raising an eyebrow as he looks over at you. "After what happened last time?" His tone is cautious, his gaze scanning your face for any sign of hesitation.

You shrug, looking down at his hand, where you start fiddling with the silver rings on his fingers, twisting them absentmindedly. "I mean... yeah, I know last time was a disaster, but... what if it's different this time?"

Minho snorts, clearly unconvinced. "Y/N, the last guy literally asked if you'd seize during sex to see if it would make you 'tighter.' Are you seriously ready to risk that kind of bullshit again?"

You cringe, the memory still making your stomach turn. "Yeah, okay, that was... that was awful. But it doesn't mean every guy's going to be like that. What if... I met someone who already knows about my condition? Someone who's never treated me any differently?"

Minho's eyes narrow, his curiosity obviously piqued. "Wait—have you?"

You feel your cheeks heat up, suddenly all too aware of how revealing that question is. You hesitate, and that's all the confirmation Minho needs. He stares at you, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "You sneaky little shit. You've been hiding a whole man from me?"

You duck your head, still playing with his rings as you avoid his gaze. "I- I wouldn't say 'hiding.' Just.+++ not bringing it up yet. It's new."

Minho's grin only widens as he shakes his head in disbelief. "Unbelievable. And here I thought you told me everything. You know, I'm your best friend. It's practically illegal to keep this kind of shit from me."

You shrug again, a shy smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "It's not like I'm intentionally keeping secrets. It jus hasn't come up."

"Right." He's studying you now, eyes narrowed in mock suspicion. "Thank God it's not one of my frat brothers. I'd have to get out the shovel and bury them in the backyard."

You bite your lip, feeling a pang of guilt, but you don't say anything. Instead, you just keep fiddling with his rings, twisting them around his fingers as you keep your gaze down.

The silence makes Minho's eyes widen in realization. "Wait, is it?"

You shake your head quickly, but he can tell by the way you're avoiding eye contact that there's something there. "Look, I... I'm not ready to say who yet. But it's- It's good. I promise."

He lets out a frustrated sigh, rolling his eyes. "Fine. I'll drop it. For now," he mutters, a smirk tugging at his lips. "But only because I know you'll crack eventually."

You can't help but smile, relieved that he's letting it go. For now, at least. He leans back, but you can tell he's still curious.

Later that night, after you've left the house, Minho stands in front of the TV in the living room, his arms crossed and his expression stormy. The rest of the guys sit scattered around the room, exchanging wary glances, sensing that something is coming but unsure of exactly what.

Chan raises an eyebrow, glancing up from his phone. "Minho, what the hell is going on?"

Minho narrows his eyes, gaze sweeping over each of them. "One of you pricks has been getting cosy with my best friend," he declares, his voice low and accusatory. "Now, who is it?"

The room goes quiet. No one meets Minho's gaze, their expressions guilty yet carefully blank. It's a practised silence. Each of them knows, and each of them is determined not to be the first to break. Changbin keeps his eyes fixed on the coffee table, where he's trying very hard to look like he's deep in thought about absolutely anything other than you.

Minho's jaw tightens as he surveys them, frustration mounting. "Alright. Fine," he says, voice ominous. "If you're not gonna fess up, I'll start with the weak link."

He fixes his gaze on Jisung, who immediately starts squirming in his seat, looking anywhere but at Minho. "I swear to god, I will waterboard Jisung until he cracks under interrogation," Minho threatens, taking a menacing step toward him.

Jisung shifts uncomfortably, staring pointedly at the ceiling as if the very paint on it has suddenly become the most interesting thing in the world.

Minho raises his hands, planting them on his hips. "I'm serious," he growls, sweeping his gaze around the room. "One of you better start talking before I get creative."

The guys glance at each other, trying hard to stifle grins and desperately avoid eye contact. They all shift around on the couch, suddenly looking away from Minho, each whistling some off-tune melody to break the awkward silence, as though that'll somehow convince him they have nothing to do with it.

"I swear to god," Minho says, his voice rising. "If one of you doesn't open your mouth right now, you're all gonna regret it."

The tension builds until, finally, Jeongin shouts, "Scatter!"

In an instant, the room explodes into chaos. Every single one of them jumps up, bolting in different directions with shouts and frantic laughter.

Chan, Changbin, Jisung, Jeongin, and Hyunjin make a mad dash for the front door, their footsteps pounding as they push and shove each other to get there first. They stumble out of the house, Chan practically throwing himself into the driver's seat of his car while the others pile in after him, each scrambling over one another to squeeze inside.

"Lock it, lock it, lock it!" Jisung shouts breathlessly as he tumbles into the backseat.

Chan quickly locks the doors with a satisfying click just as Minho storms out onto the front porch, glaring at them from the steps, his expression somewhere between pissed off and mildly amused.

Meanwhile, back in the house, Felix and Seungmin take off toward the stairs. "Attic!" Felix hisses, motioning for Seungmin to follow him. They sprint up the steps, throwing themselves into the cramped attic and slamming the door behind them.

"Lock it, lock it!" Seungmin whispers frantically, turning the latch on the attic door as they collapse against it, panting and stifling laughter.

Down below, Minho stands at the foot of the stairs, hands on his hips, fuming as he realizes they've split up. He glares up at the attic and then back at the car in the driveway, his frustration mounting as he mutters to himself, "One of you will crack eventually. Mark my words."

Back in the car, Chan lets out a breath and leans his head back against the seat, a smirk tugging at his lips. "That was close."

Changbin huffs, still a bit rattled. "We're not out of the woods yet," he mutters, running a hand through his hair. "Minho's not the type to let this go."

Jisung, catching his breath in the back, snickers. "Yeah, but it was worth it. Did you see his face?"

The whole car erupts in laughter, each of them knowing that, for now at least, they've successfully dodged Minho's interrogation. At least until he catches one of them alone.

You're sitting cross-legged on Minho's bed, your head buried in a thick textbook, scanning pages on animal behaviour with a highlighter in hand. It's quiet, the kind of comfortable silence you're used to with Minho. He's sitting beside you, flipping through his own notes, occasionally muttering about an upcoming exam. Just as you start to get fully absorbed in the material, Minho's voice breaks the silence.

"You know, you always seem happier when you come back from the gym," he says, his tone light, but you don't miss the undertone of curiosity.

You hum noncommittally, not looking up from your book. It's a casual enough statement, and you're not about to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. But Minho isn't one to let things slide, and you can feel him watching you, assessing.

"Is that where you meet the guy from my frat?" he presses, trying to sound casual, though his words are loaded.

Your fingers tighten around the highlighter, but you stay quiet, hoping he'll just drop it. But Minho just smirks, clearly amused by your non-reaction.

"Okay, so that leaves me with a list," he continues, clearly enjoying himself. "Chan, Changbin, Jisung, Jeongin, and Felix. Hyunjin and Seungmin wouldn't touch a gym if you paid them, so they're out of the running." He ticks off names on his fingers like he's solving a mystery.

You try to ignore him, turning another page in your textbook and focusing on a diagram of canine body language. But you can feel his gaze boring into you, his smirk widening.

"Oh, I can narrow it down even further," he says, leaning in closer. "You only go to the gym on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so that rules out Jisung and Jeongin. That means it's Felix, Chan, or Changbin. And between you and me, Felix isn't really your type, so that leaves me with Chan or Changbin."

You try to keep a straight face, but his logic is annoyingly on point. Not that you'd ever tell him that. You stay focused on the page, pretending to be completely absorbed by a passage on social bonding in pack animals.

Minho chuckles, obviously delighted by your silence. "Hmm, now, here's where it gets interesting. Changbin always comes back from the gym in a strangely good mood on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Weird coincidence, don't you think? And then there's the fact that he's been obsessively listening to 'APT,' which, coincidentally, is your favourite song at the moment. But it could be Chan, of course. So, Y/N, which one are you crushing on? Chan or Changbin?"

You keep your face buried in your book, trying desperately to hold back the smile threatening to betray you. Minho leans even closer, his voice a mischievous whisper now. "I'll find out eventually, you know. I always do."

His confidence is enough to make you roll your eyes, but you still don't look up. "You know, you really shouldn't date either of them, if I'm being honest," he says, dropping the teasing tone for something more sincere. "They're both sluts. Complete man-whores."

You finally look up, raising an eyebrow at him. "Really? That's your advice?" 

Minho shrugs. "Just being honest. They're both great, don't get me wrong, but they're not exactly the dating type. Especially Chan. If you go for him, you'll have to deal with, well, a rotating cast of exes. And as for Changbin? I mean, he's a good guy, but he's a flirt. A gym rat with a string of admirers. Not exactly a safe bet."

You hesitate, looking down at the highlighter in your hand, twirling it between your fingers. "I'm not dating the gym guy."

Minho raises an eyebrow, catching the careful phrasing. "No, but you like him," he says, almost smugly, as if he's finally gotten the answer he was looking for.

You sigh, knowing that the longer you stay silent, the more Minho is going to milk this for all it's worth. But admitting to anything is the last thing you want to do. Especially with the way Minho's grin is widening by the second.

"Fine," he says, letting it go for now. "But just know, Y/N, I'm keeping an eye on whoever it is. Chan or Changbin. And if he so much as looks at you wrong, I'll make him regret it." He smirks, clearly amused by the situation, but you can see the protective glint in his eye.

"Got it," you mumble, a smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. You lean back into your book, your mind wandering for a second. And as Minho goes back to his notes, you can't help but wonder how long you'll actually be able to keep this little secret under wraps.

Changbin steps into the gym on Thursday evening, scanning the rows of machines and weights until his gaze lands on you, running at a steady pace on the treadmill in the cardio section. A small grin pulls at his lips as he watches you, earbuds in, completely focused. You look determined, moving with an easy rhythm that makes it look effortless. He lingers for a second, then heads over to set up at the bench press, feeling a slight flutter of anticipation—almost like he knows you'll come over when you're done.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, you hop off the treadmill, unclipping the emergency stop cord from your waistband before making your way over to him with that familiar shy smile.

"Need a spotter?" you ask, glancing at the weights he's loading onto the bar.

"Absolutely," he says, grinning up at you as he lies back on the bench, gripping the barbell above him. He's barely positioned himself when he smirks up at you. "By the way, Minho's on a mission to crack this case. He's convinced one of his frat brothers is getting close to his best friend. It's becoming a full-blown investigation."

You roll your eyes, giving a soft laugh as you lean over the bar, keeping your hands ready just in case. "Trust me, I know. He already tried to warn me off you and Chan. He's narrowed it down to just the two of you."

"Damn," Changbin mutters, chuckling as he lifts the bar. "So Minho hasn't scared you off your hot gym man yet?"

You shake your head, your smile turning shy again. "Nope. Not yet."

"Good," he says, lowering the bar with control before pushing it back up. "Because I've been wanting to take you on a date."

You feel a flutter of nerves but manage a small smile. "Uh, no restaurants or anything. I don't... really like busy, public places."

"That's cool," Changbin says without hesitation, a grin spreading across his face. "How about this: we order food and go for a drive?"

Your smile widens at the suggestion, the idea warming you immediately. "That sounds... really nice."

He pushes the bar back up, settling it on the rack with a clink, then sits up, grabbing his towel to wipe the sweat from his brow. "Good. We'll make it happen." He takes a sip from his water bottle, glancing at you playfully. "Maybe I could even finally meet Lady?"

Your cheeks heat up, and you look away, fiddling with your fingers. "Oh, meeting my dog? That sounds... serious," you tease, trying to play it cool even though your heart's pounding a little.

He laughs, a low, genuine sound, and you can't help but smile wider. "Alright, alright. Baby steps. Lady can wait for date two."

"Maybe date three," you joke, enjoying the ease of the banter with him.

Changbin chuckles, lying back down for another set. He glances up at you with a softer, more vulnerable expression. "You know, I've actually been trying to figure out how to ask you out for months."

You blink, surprised, feeling your cheeks grow warmer. "Yeah? Since when?"

"Since... probably the first time I saw you here," he admits, his gaze flicking up to meet yours with a bit of shyness you don't usually see from him. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen. Knocked my confidence a bit."

Your heart skips a beat, and you feel a mix of embarrassment and thrill at his words. "I'm not... I didn't think you'd ever think that."

"Well, now you know," he says, flashing you that familiar, disarming smile before focusing back on his reps. "So what do you say? Drive, food, and good music?"

You nod, unable to hide your smile. "I'd love that."

He gives you a wink before getting back to his set, the two of you basking in the excitement of a plan finally set in motion.

Your apartment is a flurry of activity as Felix, Jeongin, Hyunjin, and Jisung practically take over, each of them intent on making sure you look perfect for tonight. Jeongin is rifling through your closet, half your clothes already thrown onto the bed as he mutters to himself about finding "the perfect fucking outfit." Lady, your Cocker Spaniel, is lying contentedly between Jisung and Felix on your bed, soaking up all the attention and treats they're sneaking her.

Jisung raises an eyebrow, watching Jeongin toss yet another sweater onto the growing pile. "Still haven't told Minho, huh?"

You shake your head, sighing a little as you run a hand through your hair. "Seeing how he's reacted so far, I just... want to do this without him interfering. At least for now. I don't need the lecture or the intense 'best friend investigation.'"

Felix grins, nodding approvingly. "Good call. Besides, Chan and Seungmin took him out to get absolutely fucked up, so he'll be out of your hair for tonight. They said something about tequila and karaoke."

You laugh, imagining Minho stumbling back home later, too trashed to grill anyone. "Poor Chan and Seungmin."

Felix shrugs, chuckling. "They signed up for it. Consider it their contribution to the cause."

As the guys continue fussing, Felix leans over to scratch Lady behind the ears, his voice dropping into a softer, sweeter tone. "I see why you named her Lady," he says, glancing up at you with a smile. "She's the same breed as Lady in Lady and the Tramp, right?"

You nod, feeling a fond smile tug at your lips as you reach over to pet her. "Yeah, exactly. Plus, she's got that gentle, regal vibe. Like, she's clearly above all the chaos in this room right now," you joke, gesturing to the mess of clothes and accessories scattered around.

Lady huffs softly as if she's affirming your statement, and Felix laughs, leaning back with a satisfied smile. "She's a queen."

Meanwhile, Jeongin pulls a few more pieces from your closet, his expression lighting up as he finally settles on an outfit. "Here!" he says triumphantly, holding up a pair of black flared pants, black platform Converse, and a cropped turtleneck with dramatic flared sleeves. "Perfect for a drive and some low-key food. Stylish but chill."

Hyunjin claps his hands excitedly. "Dibs on hair," he declares, grinning like he's just won the lottery.

Felix nudges him, smirking. "Fine, but I get dibs on makeup. Minimal, natural. We're talking date vibes, not Instagram glam."

You chuckle, watching them with a mix of amusement and affection. "You guys... I really appreciate all this. But it's just a casual date. Nothing crazy."

Jisung snorts, rolling his eyes. "Please, this is Changbin. He's wanted to take you out for ages, and he's gonna be blown away when he sees you tonight. So let us work our magic, alright?"

You laugh softly, feeling warmth bloom in your chest. "Okay, fine. Do your worst."

Jeongin hands you the outfit, looking proud of his selection. "Get changed, then. We've got work to do."

When you emerge from your bathroom wearing the outfit Jeongin picked out, feeling a little more confident than you expected. The black flared pants hug you in all the right places and the cropped turtleneck balances elegance with a hint of edge. Your platform Converse add a bit of height, and there's something about the whole look that feels right. Casual but with a touch of excitement that matches the anticipation building in your chest.

Felix claps his hands, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Perfect. Alright, sit down. We're going to make sure you look flawless." He gestures to the chair they've set up near your vanity, and you sit down, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves.

Hyunjin swoops in behind you, running his hands through your hair with a thoughtful hum. "Hmm, I think we'll go for a half-up, half-down look. Classic, but a little more interesting," he says, his fingers moving with the skill of someone who's done this a thousand times. He carefully sections off the top half of your hair, pinning it up with a few twists, leaving the rest of it to fall softly around your shoulders. As he works, he's focused, his lips pursed in concentration.

Felix leans close to your face, examining your skin with the scrutiny of an artist approaching a blank canvas. "Okay, we're going for a natural look. Just enhancing what you've already got," he says, giving you a reassuring smile. He picks up a light concealer, dabbing it under your eyes and blending it seamlessly. The brush strokes are soft, calming, and he gives you a small wink when he notices you relaxing.

As Felix continues with a bit of mascara and a soft blush, Jisung and Jeongin sit cross-legged on the floor, fussing over Lady. Jisung's holding her favourite chew toy, trying to keep her entertained as she watches you with her big, soulful eyes, clearly curious about all the attention you're getting.

"Look at Lady," Jeongin says, scratching behind her ears. "She's probably thinking, 'Why are all the humans acting so crazy today?'"

Jisung laughs, holding up the toy for Lady to bite on, which she does with a gentle tug. "Maybe she's just hoping she gets some of whatever's going on here," he teases, giving her a playful look. "Or maybe she's planning to come along on the date."

Lady wags her tail, looking between you and the boys with an almost amused expression, and you can't help but laugh, the warmth in the room making you feel more relaxed. She's a calming presence as if she understands the whole ritual is in good fun.

Felix is putting the finishing touches on your makeup, brushing a hint of soft pink on your lips. "Alright, let's see," he says, stepping back to admire his work. "Natural, effortless, exactly what we wanted. You look amazing."

Hyunjin steps back too, hands on his hips as he surveys his work with a nod. "I'll give myself a pat on the back. You look beautiful."

You look in the mirror, feeling the smallest hint of disbelief. They've enhanced everything subtly, yet it makes a world of difference. Your hair falls perfectly, and the natural makeup makes your features pop without looking overdone. You barely recognize yourself.

"Thank you, guys," you say softly, smiling as you look at each of them. "I- I feel really good."

Felix grins, ruffling your shoulder playfully. "You should feel good. Changbin's gonna lose his shit."

Jisung raises a brow, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Oh, he's definitely gonna be speechless. Mark my words."

Jeongin leans over, giving Lady a final pat before looking up at you with an approving nod. "If he doesn't fall head over heels tonight, he's got worse judgment than we thought."

You laugh, rolling your eyes. "You guys are impossible. But, seriously, thanks. I don't think I'd have gotten ready like this on my own."

Felix gives you a wink, crossing his arms with a satisfied look. "That's what we're here for. Now, go knock him dead."

With their words of encouragement echoing in your mind, you take a deep breath, ready for whatever tonight holds.

As you step out of your apartment building, a flutter of excitement rushes through you, mingling with a touch of nerves. You know the guys are still inside, making themselves at home. You can already picture Jisung sprawled on the couch, remote in hand as he flips through your streaming services, Felix cosying up with Lady, Jeongin raiding your fridge, and Hyunjin probably giving commentary on whatever they decide to watch. They insisted on being both your support squad and your alibi for the night, reassuring you with winks and grins as they promised to cover for you if Minho came snooping.

Out on the curb, you spot Changbin leaning casually against his car, arms crossed and a soft, genuine smile lighting up his face when he sees you. He's dressed in a simple black hoodie and jeans, but something about the way he's looking at you makes you feel like you're the only person in the world.

"Wow," he says as you approach, his voice low and a little awestruck. "You look... incredible."

Your cheeks warm, and you duck your head, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Thanks. The guys insisted on a full makeover. I think they enjoyed it a little too much."

Changbin laughs, stepping forward to open the car door for you. "Lucky me. They did a damn good job."

You slide into the passenger seat, still feeling a little giddy. Once Changbin's settled in the driver's seat, he glances over, nodding toward the centre console. "Go ahead, Bluetooth your phone. This is your night, so you're in charge of the playlist." He grins, putting the car in drive. "We'll hit a drive-through and then just... drive. Sound good?"

You smile, nodding as you pull up your phone's settings and connect it to the car's Bluetooth. "Perfect."

With a soft hum of excitement, he eases the car onto the road, the city lights starting to blur by as you both relax into the quiet, electric atmosphere. You navigate through the playlist you'd been curating in secret, choosing songs that feel like a mix of your personalities—a little upbeat, a little nostalgic.

After a few minutes, you pull up to the drive-through. Changbin raises his eyebrow as he glances at you, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Order whatever you want. Tonight, calories don't count."

You laugh, throwing a playful look his way. "I'm holding you to that."

After placing your orders, you wait, the sound of gentle music filling the silence. You can feel Changbin stealing glances at you, and every time you meet his gaze, he flashes that easy, confident smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

Once you have your food, Changbin pulls into a quiet side street, far from the city's hustle. He reaches up and presses a button, and to your surprise, the roof of his car begins to retract. The night sky opens up above you, dotted with stars and framed by the gentle glow of city lights in the distance.

Changbin glances over, his eyes bright with excitement. "Now we're really set," he says, taking a sip of his drink. "You ready for this?"

You nod, grinning as you unclip your seatbelt. Just as "She's Not Afraid" by One Direction begins to play, you feel a surge of courage and stand up, leaning out of the open roof with your arms spread wide, feeling the cool night air brush against your face and through your hair. The wind whips around you, and you can't help but laugh, feeling freer than you have in a long time.

Changbin chuckles, reaching over with one hand to hold the waistband of your flares, steadying you as you stand. "Just making sure my favourite gym girl doesn't go flying out of the car," he says, his voice teasing but protective.

You throw your head back, letting the music and the wind fill every inch of your senses. The stars above seem closer, the city lights glowing faintly in the distance as Changbin drives at a slow, steady pace. It feels surreal like something out of a dream.

When the song ends, you finally sit back down, a wide smile on your face, feeling exhilarated. You glance at Changbin, who's watching you with that soft, admiring expression.

"Having fun?" he asks, his voice warm, with just a hint of amusement.

"More than I've had in a long time," you admit, feeling a thrill in saying it aloud.

He nods, reaching over to give your hand a gentle squeeze. "Good. That's all I wanted for tonight."

Later that night, Changbin pulls up to your apartment building, the car idling quietly as the music fades into the background. The street is nearly silent, the glow from a nearby streetlamp casting a soft light over the car's interior. You turn to him, feeling a lingering thrill from the night. The open sky, the music, the easy laughter. He's watching you with that soft, warm smile that has become all too familiar, his eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and something tender.

There's a moment of silence, both of you lingering in the atmosphere, unwilling to break it. Slowly, Changbin leans across the console, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips. You close the distance, meeting him halfway as your lips brush softly against his, a gentle, lingering kiss that feels warm and right. It's a light kiss, sweet and filled with unspoken promises. You can feel the faint smile on his lips, and it makes your heart pound even faster.

Pulling back, you meet his gaze, still smiling. "Good night, Changbin," you whisper, your voice barely above a murmur.

He grins, his eyes shining as he leans back in his seat. "Good night. Sweet dreams."

With a shy smile, you slip out of the car and head into your building, feeling his gaze follow you until you're inside. Your heart is still racing as you climb the stairs, the memory of his kiss lingering, the warmth of the moment wrapping around you.

When you open the door to your apartment, you're greeted by the chaotic scene of Jisung, Jeongin, Hyunjin, and Felix sprawled out on the floor, half-buried in blankets, tugging on one of Lady's toys while she barks playfully, her tail wagging wildly.

Felix is the first to notice you, his eyes lighting up as he scrambles up. "Well?!" he demands, a grin spreading across his face as the other three turn to look at you with eager anticipation.

You feel your cheeks flush, but you can't help the smile that breaks out on your face. "We were driving down this quiet road," you begin, sinking onto the couch as they all gather around, listening intently. "He lowered the roof, and I stood up, just felt the wind and the stars. I felt so free."

Felix sighs, his eyes softening. "That sounds magical. But, most importantly," he says with a mischievous smirk, "how hot did Changbin look?"

You laugh, covering your face for a second before letting out a quiet, "Too hot. And those muscles? Way too muscly for his own good."

Hyunjin sighs dramatically, nodding in agreement. "Amen. If he was gay or bi, I'd be licking those biceps without a second thought."

Jisung snorts, rolling his eyes. "Don't be a bitch, Hyunjin—bite them like a damn apple."

Hyunjin bursts into laughter, smacking Jisung on the shoulder. "God, you're right. Can't waste a moment being subtle about it."

Jeongin, looking both amused and sceptical, crosses his arms. "So, it was good then? Like, he was the real deal?"

You nod, a little smile playing on your lips. "Yeah. It was perfect. I mean, he's got that tough guy look, but he's surprisingly gentle. Like, he's a real gentleman. It's kind of weird, in the best way."

Jeongin's eyes widen, and he exchanges a look with Felix. "Changbin? A gentleman?" he says, the disbelief clear in his voice.

"Right?" Felix laughs, but his expression softens as he looks at you. "I guess there's a lot we don't see. Sounds like he's got a soft spot for you."

You nod slowly, your heart still fluttering from the memory of the night. "Maybe."

Hyunjin grins, settling back into his spot on the floor with a sigh. "Well, that settles it. Changbin's a romantic, confirmed."

Jisung flops beside him, giving you a wink. "Better hold onto that one. Sounds like you got a good thing going."

A few days after your date with Changbin, you find yourself once again in the Alpha Phi frat house, tucked away in Minho's room with a pile of textbooks and notes scattered across the bed. The familiar routine of studying together has a comforting rhythm, and for the first hour or so, it's just you and Minho working quietly, the occasional soft murmur as he explains something or you ask a quick question.

But Minho, as you've learned, has a way of bringing up things when you least expect it.

"So," he says casually, flipping through his notes, "this really funny thing happened when I was out drinking with Chan and Seungmin a few days ago."

You hum noncommittally, half-focused on a chapter about behavioral triggers in dogs. But his tone has that teasing edge that makes you brace yourself.

Minho continues, barely glancing up from his notes, though you catch the smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I was a little tipsy, feeling sentimental, so I walked over to your apartment afterward to check in. And lo and behold—Changbin's car was parked outside. And there you were, in the car with him. Then, you two kissed."

You freeze, eyes glued to your textbook even though you're no longer reading the words. A nervous flutter rises in your chest, but you keep your focus on the page, determined not to give anything away.

"Oh, so we're going with the silent treatment?" Minho says, leaning closer with a raised eyebrow. "Look, I don't want to be the one to burst your bubble, but he's not going to be good to you, Y/N. You know that, right?"

You finally glance up, meeting his gaze. "He's... he's really nice, Min," you say softly, still feeling a bit shy admitting it aloud.

Minho sighs, shaking his head with a touch of frustration. "Nice? Sure, he might act nice. But I know this guy, okay? Changbin doesn't do relationships, and he sure as hell doesn't do loyalty. All he'll do is cause you stress, and that's the last thing you need."

He watches you carefully, his tone softening slightly. "I'm just looking out for you. This nice guy act? I've seen it a thousand times before, and it always goes the same way."

"Really?" you ask, hesitating but unable to keep a hint of doubt out of your voice. Changbin's kindness had felt genuine, his easy laughter and warmth something you hadn't expected to find with him.

Minho nods, his gaze steady. "Yes, really. You trust me, right?"

You nod slowly, even as a part of you aches at the thought of doubting Changbin. "I do," you murmur.

Minho's expression softens as he reaches out, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Then trust me when I say Changbin is not good for you. He might be fun and charming, but he's a distraction at best. And the last thing you need is more stress in your life."

You sit in silence for a moment, turning his words over in your head before glancing back at him. "Can you trust me, though? That I know what I'm doing?"

Minho pauses, his jaw working as he considers this, a mixture of exasperation and resignation in his expression. Finally, he sighs, though there's a reluctant smile tugging at his lips. "Fine. But if he hurts you, I swear to god, I'm taking his kneecaps, toes, fingers, hell, I'll take his dick and balls too. All of it. Gone. He won't know what hit him."

A giggle slips out, and you try to stifle it, pressing your hand over your mouth as you look at him. "You're ridiculous."

"I'm serious," Minho insists, his expression deadpan. "I'll do it. Now come on"

Minho practically drags you down the stairs, his grip firm but playful as he leads you into the living room where the rest of the guys are lounging. You can feel a mix of anticipation and dread bubbling up; it's rare to see Minho this fired up, and knowing him, he's going to make this as dramatic as possible.

The moment you step into the room, everyone looks up, curiosity sparking in their eyes. Changbin straightens a little from his spot on the couch, already sensing that Minho's about to make some kind of proclamation.

Minho clears his throat, crossing his arms as he addresses the room, but mostly Changbin. "Changbin, I'm here to say that you have my temporary blessing to date my little introvert here." He gives you a quick, affectionate look, then narrows his eyes back at Changbin. "However, I now have a very long list of threats specifically tailored for you."

The room erupts in laughter, and Jisung pats the space between himself and Felix, waving you over. You slip between them, both of them immediately wrapping their arms around you, pulling you into a cozy hug. Jisung's head rests against yours as he whispers, "This is gonna be good," a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Minho doesn't waste any time. He turns back to Changbin, holding up a finger. "Threat number one: if you so much as make her feel a single moment of unnecessary stress, I'll personally re-rack every single one of your weights out of order. Every. Single. Time. You'll never have another peaceful lift again."

Changbin chuckles, nodding along, but you can see the slight alarm in his eyes. Minho's already warmed up.

"Threat number two," Minho continues, stepping closer with an exaggeratedly serious expression. "If you ever, ever forget one of her favourite songs or mess up a music recommendation, well, let's just say I'll swap out your protein powder with powdered laxatives. Enjoy leg day with that little surprise."

The guys burst into laughter, and Jisung squeezes you tighter, practically cackling as he leans into you. "Minho is a fucking menace," he mutters between laughs, wiping a tear from his eye.

Minho ignores the laughter, his gaze locked on Changbin as he continues, "Threat number three: if you make her cry, I'll dig up all your gym playlists and replace them with the entire soundtrack of High School Musical. And it'll be on repeat."

Changbin's face goes pale, and he shakes his head in mock horror. "Minho, you're a monster."

Minho grins. "You haven't seen anything yet. Threat number four: if you ever forget to bring her snacks, or God forbid, you bring her snacks she doesn't like, I'll switch every one of your pre-workouts with decaf. All gains? Gone."

Felix snickers beside you, covering his mouth with his hand. "That's brutal," he whispers, barely holding back his laughter.

"And that's not all," Minho says, holding up his hand to silence the murmurs of laughter around the room. "Threat number five: if you don't treat her with respect every single damn day, I'm not just taking kneecaps. I'll personally put laxatives in your protein powder until you shit out your intestines"

At this, even Changbin laughs, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, Minho. I get it. Message received."

But Minho's on a roll, and there's no stopping him now. "If you ever make her feel uncomfortable, I'll write 'I love cardio' on every single one of your lifting shirts in permanent marker."

Jeongin gasps in mock horror, clutching his chest. "The ultimate betrayal"

Minho keeps his gaze on Changbin, crossing his arms. "And let me make myself perfectly clear, if you hurt her, I'm not just talking about kneecaps. I'll take your fingers, and your dick and balls. All of it. Gone. One wrong move, and you'll be hobbling around like an anatomy lesson gone wrong. I swear to god."

The room bursts into laughter, Jisung squeezing you tighter as he snickers into your shoulder, and Felix shakes his head, grinning ear to ear.

Changbin raises his hands, looking mildly exasperated but also amused. "Sooo... can I kiss her now?" he asks, looking at Minho with a raised brow.

Minho's face twists in outrage. "That's all you're thinking about?! I just threatened to take your balls!"

Changbin waves a hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. Kneecaps, fingers, balls, trust me, it's all noted. Can I kiss her now? Because, to be honest, Minho, I need you to shut the fuck up for two seconds so I can actually kiss my girl."

Everyone's laughter dies down, and they watch with rapt attention as Changbin takes a step closer to you, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. He glances at Minho, who's grumbling under his breath, rolling his eyes before turning to sit dramatically on the armrest of the couch, as if he's exhausted from the whole ordeal.

Changbin leans down, hands resting on the back of the couch as he looks at you with that familiar, warm gaze. "Come here, you," he murmurs, his voice soft but with a hint of playfulness.

You feel your cheeks heat up, but you can't help smiling as you lean up to meet him. His lips brush against yours, a gentle, sweet kiss that deepens just enough to make your heart race. It's soft but electrifying, and for a moment, the whole room seems to disappear, leaving just the two of you. The kiss feels right, like a promise, and you barely notice the excited murmurs and chuckles from your friends, until, of course, Minho breaks the moment.

"Oh, fuck me," Minho groans dramatically, gagging loudly and turning his head away, making exaggerated retching sounds. "I'm actually gonna throw up."

Jisung and Felix collapse into fits of laughter, Felix clapping his hands together as he shakes with silent laughter. Hyunjin and Jeongin are practically rolling on the floor, clutching their stomachs as Minho continues to dry heave.

You pull back from the kiss, laughter bubbling up in your chest. And maybe it's the confidence Changbin gives you or just the vibe of the moment, but without even thinking, you grin mischievously and say, "Just wait until we have sex in the house."

The room falls silent for a moment as everyone stares at you, eyes wide in shock that you, of all people, would say something like that. Then, in unison, Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, Jeongin, and Seungmin erupt into cheers and applause, hooting and hollering as if you've just announced the winning goal in a championship game.

"Y/N!" Felix practically shrieks, laughing so hard he's wiping tears from his eyes. "I did not know you had that in you!"

Hyunjin slaps the arm of the couch, gasping through laughter. " Changbin, she's keeping you on your toes!"

Meanwhile, Minho has his head buried in his hands, shaking his head with a pained expression. "I don't need to hear this! My poor innocent friend. Corrupted by this muscle-headed bastard!" He mock-dry heaves again, to everyone's endless amusement.

Jisung can barely keep himself upright as he laughs, leaning heavily on you. "Oh my god, Minho, are you going to survive this?"

Minho peeks over at you with a look of pure exasperation, though there's an unmistakable glint of pride mixed with his irritation. "I swear, if I hear one noise, one single suspicious sound, I'm taking every pillow, every blanket, and every goddamn piece of furniture out of this house."

Changbin just smirks, wrapping an arm around you as he pulls you closer. "Duly noted, Minho," he says, winking at him. "Guess we'll just have to keep things quiet."

Minho groans, covering his ears as everyone bursts into laughter again, the living room filled with a mix of teasing, cheers, and the undeniable sense that, despite Minho's threats, this might just be the start of something truly amazing.

[hehearse]

are we doing song recs... just pulling from my own orv playlist but 1978 by anjimile makes me think about kdj in general and especially him and lsk. petals on the moon (by wasia project) for epilogue hsy+yjh ^_^ (also hi i love your work so much. your yjh especially influenced how i draw mine even early on. so pretty)

anjimile - 1978

EVIL EVIL THINGS IN MY ASK BOX ARE NEVER ENDINGGGG

AGHHH

something incredibly evil in your recommendation. the shaky voice. the "oh god i am loved". aghhhh. i could fall asleep in your love........... i need to make something about lsk and kdj i have to i- /dragged away by the guards/

wasia project - petals on the moon

oh that is literally the during epilogue huh. like. exactly them.............. huh.............

oh that is evil of you. oh yjh you poor heart........ oh yjh................ born again alone again.... train left without him...... will somebody be there for him.......... OH YJH YOUUUU....

SPEAKING OF YOO JOONGHYUKS YOU'LL NEVER BELIEVE WHO I'VE GOT HERE COURTESY OF DEAREST @leejihye

(i am incredibly flattered, my ego is reaching dangerous heights....... inspiring another fellow artist..... is there anything better agh agh.....)

[raypakorn]

With the end of the year approaching, I am bringing back Cheercember because while I failed to complete a month of works last year, it was still fun and it still let me give my love to the little people in my phone. As I have more love for ya'll than I can put into words. For those new to this it an event that I do in December to spread some of the joy and love but it's where ya’ll are free to put in a request for yourself or for someone else. I’ll put a list of fandoms I do under the cut and any ideas for what you can request. Also, feel free to send more than one if you want, I want to give out as much cheer as I can! 💛

Okay so normally I list out fandoms but clearly I always forget some and well there's also a lot of things I have available that I don't gif so here is a google doc that will be helpful as the things in green are what I have downloaded.

As far as ideas as to what you can request...you can just give me a character/ship/show/movie...etc. along with a song lyric or quote and colors. Or you can ask for something more specific....

Pride Flag Name Edits (you can give me a show or movie that has queer characters or if you want to give me a list of headcanon characters i can do that too)

Character Study (doesn't have to be a character that is lgbtq+...if it's not you can give me a palette to use)

Speaking of palettes you can request one for a Color Palette Meme

Playlists (you can give me songs or i will come up with them)

Character or Couple Profiles

Text Posts, Ao3 tags, or my commentary (sometimes i'm funny)

Make it Horror (or last year for a horror series I got make it RomCom so you can challenge me if you like)

Name Edits

and while i have never made any i wouldn’t mind doing discord profiles or character cellphones

Really you can be as creative with the request as you like and I will give it a shot.

Here's more of the past things I've done...cheercember 21, cheercember 22

tagging some mutuals who i know enjoy this to help me sb🫶🏼: @ropebunnykant, @puppy-phum, @sunsongsa, @mabellsmora, @nick-nellson, @louiswilliamtomlinsons , @celestial-sapphicss, @sollucets

[lnfours]

˙✧˖° ‘feeling 22’ birthday celebration!

— “oh my god! i’m a scorpio, and… lemme tell you all about it”

hello everyone!

its officially november, aka the month lando and i were born in! to celebrate the birth of two icons (🤭) i figured, what better way to celebrate other than to host a mini sleepover event!

the sleepover will start on 11/11/2024 at 12am (midnight) EST and will run to 11/19/2024 at 11pm EST.

— all posts created for this event will be tagged with “#🍰 — jordan’s birthday sleepover”

as always, be sure to follow the rules of my blog and if you have any questions feel free to message me or send me an ask through my inbox!

let’s get the party started!

— send a 🍰 for a request! * feeling uninspired? check out some of these prompts! if you see one you like, send one in :)

— send a 🪩 and a number from 1-105 for a random song from my throwback playlist!

— send a 🍒 and the name of your url for a blog rate!

— send a 🍓 for a random lando picture from my pinterest board!

thank you all so much for all the love, i’ll see you all super soon!!

all my love,

jordan ❤️

[mrs-bluemarine]

Hi, I hope some of you can join me in 2025 for Falling into JanAUary!! These prompts I made up myself with some of my favorite AUs! Rules under the cut!

JanAUary is definitely not my original idea, and I take no rights of starting it! It's a month of prompts for all, not just artists or writers, to start the year off and get those creative juices flowing!

For the month, selfshippers, fictos, yumes, are invited to join me in alternative universe shenanigans, with some of my top fave AUs!

No major rules except absolutely no Pro/Com/shippers are allowed to use my prompts. I can't copyright an idea, but I don't wanna see your ass in my tag

JanAUary is for silly fun, and highlighted more for people who have a rougher time doing something every day of the month, like me!! Selfshippers are given about 3 days per prompt, or longer depending on if they'd like to skip an au, and a freebie on the 31st! No one is forced to create for every au, so don't push yourself!!

JanAUary is not just for artists or writers, it's for anybody with an idea! Moodboards, playlists, or anything else that I'm forgetting is all good in my book!

While I'm an adult, I don't mind anyone using these AUs for the chance to make something steamy, just remember to tag/warn correctly please!

Lastly, use the tag #falling.into.janauary for your piece, and please feel free to tag me so I can see everybody's wonderful creations!!! If there are any questions, send me an ask and I'd love to answer them!

[eye-merely-jest]

hrrghgghbmnnmm x-men evolution nightcrawler….

i actually didn't care for him when i first started watching evo 'cause i thought him annoying as shit but now that is PRECISELY why i'm obsessed with him. Weird Kid™ kurt is just such an endearing concept and it's like he's just like me and I FUCKING LOVE THIS GUY SO MUCH

[chirpsythismorning]

I’m sorry but nothing will ever beat Finn’s drive playlist that he made during s3 filming, with songs like Me and Michael, The Basement, Gay Thoughts and No Woman lmaoooo