#girl you don't need to be so cute around me

[buckyalpine]

I love Bucky loving his body. I love Bucky loved by the team. I love Bucky having his happy ending with a family. Imagine Bucky lounging around the sofa with his little baby girl tucked in his arm, her sweet face covered in frosting after smothering half of her cupcake onto her cheeks. The icing is bright red just like Tony's suit and it's his birthday party afterall, so everything is in full swing. Most of the cupcake is squished between her fingers, very little actually making it into her mouth but Bucky doesn't mind. He chuckles, watching her with heart eyes as she happily smears it onto his crisp white shirt, babbling and cooing, now sucking her thumb.

He is absolutely unbothered by this, all he sees is his happy little baby with her cheeky smile licking up all the frosting just like her mama. While Bucky couldn't care less about his shirt, a few others certainly did.

"Better get dunk that shirt into a bucket of tide pens Barnes" Clint snorted.

"Actually the quicker you get it off, the less likely it is to stain. Take it off now" Tony's voice went from fatherly advice to a seductive growl making Bucky's face twist in amusement, pink starting to color his cheeks.

"Yeah, give the little munchkin to y/n and take it off. Cause of the stain" Nat agreed, cocking an eyebrow. You giggled watching the scene unfold before you, your husband growing bashfully shy.

"Can't hurt punk" Steve shrugged and Bucky's eyes nearly popped out of his head until he realized his best friend had been nursing a rather large glass of Asgardian mead. Tipsy Steve was always a little bit of a pervert...

"I-

"For the stain"

"I think you just want me to take my shirt off" Bucky huffed while you grinned, giving his cheek a peck before taking your little princess in your arms.

"Can't blame them handsome, c'mon, show em' how lucky I am" you whisper and that sells it. Couldn't hurt and since they were all asking...

"Just take it off!" Nat howled with a wink, a bunch of whistles when Bucky sighed, indulging the team a little. He unbuttons his shirt and hands it off to a genuinely concerned Sam who would normally make sure the shirt got sent to the cleaners but this is too good so he throws it into a bucket of cold water and is back within seconds.

"Good God"

"Jesus"

"You look fuckin' good terminator"

"Alright, alright" Bucky holds his hands up, unable to stop the way his ears are bright red, shaking his head when you blow him a kiss making him blush more.

"Body shots!"

"What?"

"Yes"

Tony's eyes glimmer with excitement, and Bucky snorts, loving the way you egg him on, his daughter also squealing with excitement.

"Go on Sarge, y'know you look good"

He lies down on the bar table, surrounded by just the team, abs beautifully flexed as Nat pours a generous amount of some type of alcohol right on his belly button.

"When else will we get this lucky" She says with a playful smirk while Steve cracks his knuckles.

"Why are you cracking your knuckles, what the hell do you plan on-

"ME FIRST" He doesn't give anyone a chance, face planting himself into Bucky's tummy, his lips sealed, drinking every bit of the burning liquor with a satisfied hum.

"How much has he had to drink"

"Who cares, me next"

"I think you've licked enough of my husband"

"You get him all the time, don't be greedy"

"That cute little chubby ball of frosting and giggles is enough evidence you get him every which way, besides isn't there another one cooking, y'can't have any now git"

"Blink twice if you need help"

"Bro looks like an angel"

"Why aren't you blinking"

"Crafted by the heavens"

"You like this, don't you"

Bucky can't help but chuckle, surrounded by idiots. Drunk idiots. His wife. His baby girl. Another little one on the way. All who love him. Would protect him. Life was good.

[lndsismaeverything]

Lnds being a girl dad

Decided to write it down because I'm bored 🥱 here is my list of ideas that can use but just tag me on it so I can also enjoy the story

Xavier :

Calls your daughter lil princess

Has his hair color and your eyes. Inherited his cute lil pout

Xavier would totally get everything his lil princess wants. Want that new toy? Or how about the new plushie at the arcade machine? Sure, he'll get it right away

Xavier would love to read bed time stories to his daughter every night. Turning off the light while turning on the fairy lights acting as twinkling like stars in the night sky in your daughter room.

He definitely built a fort for her

Has two pets rabbits named Mr.Bunbun and Mrs.Bunbun ( they are married in your daughter mind )and one goldfish named Goldie had Goldie replace every month bec it keeps dying because of your clueless daughter that keep killing the fish

"Daddy why is Goldie floating? " your daughter said curiously " it's because he's taking his afternoon naps , and time for yours too " Xavier lifted his lil princess, carrying her too her room. After she's asleep Xavier calls you " we need another goldfish" he scratches his head " what is it this time?" You asked on there other line " she put a heater in the thank to keep him warm "you sigh, a hand on your hip as you told him frustrated " I told you not to give her a goldfish, poor fish "

He could tell his daughter the truth but couldn't stand to break her lil heart. And it isn't that he didn't keep an eye on her while she played with the fish it's just he took a 5 minutes nap , it wouldn't hurt right? Well that proofed him wrong...

Would like to bake cookies with her ( with you watching them of course )

Would miss his lil princess and you too during every mission . He can't wait to go home to his loving family

If you both are given a mission and both of u can't look after your daughter, she gladly stay with uncle Jeremiah. During the stay with her uncle she learns some gardening skills and is pretty good at taking care of plants

Xavier is of course jealous of Jeremiah, seeing his daughter talking about how the few days has been with her favorite uncle

" princess who do u like more your dad or your stupid uncle Jeremiah? " he said serious

" daddy don't say that about uncle Jeremiah! " good thing she has your personality always ready to defend the person she care and love. But Xavier couldn't help feel his heart ache but also feel proud, his lil princess stood up for his uncle but going against her dad

" uncle Jeremiah is a great uncle and smart tooo ! He's not stupid " she said to her dad " uncle Jeremiah is my favorite uncle! But you are my dad and the best daddy I could ask for "

You ended up ending the recording to Jeremiah to let him witness this scene too

Zayne

His office would be also his daughter office. After school your daughter would walk to Akso hospital since the kindergarten isn't far from the hospital just a 5min walk. But sometimes zayne would be free , so he would pick up his daughter if he didn't had a appointment at that time.

also would occasionally ( almost everytime he pick up his daughter ) bring your daughter to the bakery next a few buildings from the kindergarten .

Inherited his father's sweet tooth

Also hates the dentist

He will watch his daughter sit in his office doing her homework in her lil desk next to him. Also has a picture frame of the family photo that you didn't take a few days ago

The reason why zayne daughter would be at his work is because sometimes you can't pick up your daughter during the day is because your busy with mission and work.

After work you pick up your daughter at your husband work " bye daddy see you soon " she waved and your husband nodded " see you at home "

When zayne would have a surgery your daughter would patiently do her homework ,if she's done she would go around the hospital lobby and talk to the nurses and doctors

But sometimes zayne would come home late at night and your daughter would already be asleep by then. Also the reason why she likes going to her dad work place, is to spend time with him when at night she bearly see him or spend time with

The nurses and doctors love your cute lil daughter

" oh how she looks like Dr. Zayne so much "

" she also has Dr. Zayne calm expression "

Your daughter would have a personal ID badge hanging around her neck that you help her make . Just letting the other nurses and doctors know that she Dr.zayne daughter and not a lost kid

Zayne would double check himself if he has any blood on himself or the smell of blood on him before going to see his daughter after the surgery

Zayne can't help it if his daughter ask for another piece of his macarons " ok, you can have another one but just dont tell your mom. You can it have a maximum of 3 per day and you already have 5 "

"but daddy the same goes for you too and your already have 6 !" Your husband chuckled "alright this will be our lil secret"

" what little secrets ?" You lean against the doorframe , folding your arms as you watch both of them eating, almost finishing dozen macarons

Girl dad zayne would deny that he always saying yes to his daughter " oh really? What about last week Saturday? U said no more sugar but you bought her a snow cone" you tease your husband

" daddy can I have that snow cone? It's a double scoop and it looks like a snowman ! And best of all I can share with you ! "

" at least she has a good reason " your husband replied pushing his glasses to the brim of is node" oh just admit it Dr.zayne ~ "he smile and looked at your sleeping daughter on his office couch

Rafayell

Would spoil his lil sea guppy rotten

" daddy can I have a pony? " already bought one a few seconds ago when he say her drawing a pony. Bought a pony the same as the drawing

Want some plushies? No worries he called Thomas to get her the most cutest plushy and limited to edition

But your daughter love the plushies her had won for her at the arcade especially the pufferfish and the birb

Would teach your daughter about lemurians language. Also tell her stories about the lemurians

" daddy do you think I can turn my legs into a lemurian fish tailtoo? " her eyes sparked looking at her dad

" of course you can. You are half lemurian and human after all " rafayell ruffled her hair

The day she transformed into a lamurian in the bathtub is the day rafayell cheered for her because he didn't know if she could actually turn her legs into a fish tail

Would take her to the beach so she can swim in the ocean and get used to the salty waters . But also for some family fun time

You joined them watching how rafayell teach your daughter to swim in her new found form. You don't have a fish tail but you can still breath under water because of the sea god. It was fun watching your daughter struggle a bit

" hold my hand it be easier for your to balance yourself " your husband hold your daughter hand preventting from her turning upside down

" ugh, daddy this is worst then learning how to ride a bike! " your daughter wine, you couldn't help but laugh at them

Rafayell would bring your daughter to the art exhibit .

Also have a painting named after her and inspired by her . But that isn't for sale that's for the living room at home

Your daughter has a lot of dresses like a lot and same for shoes and jewelry. Rafayell like to dress his daughter up

First class trips with her daddy

Rafayell would definitely ride his sports car to pick her up at kindergarten.

" now wheres my little guppy? " he said standing at the door from the class she's in " daddy ! "

Sylus

Would let your daughter go on busssnins meeting with him because she asked him. At first he said no because it's a dangerous mission . But your daughter is cunning which she got from you of course " but I have daddy to protect me there, he's the strongest and he's the best so nothing will happen to me " that boosted his ego

You where furious when you found out that your husband took your daughter to a dangerous meeting that ended blowing up the whole building " but sweetie, it's nothing I can't handle, she save and onharmed "

" you let her hold a gun."

" that's because she hated the merchant " sylus said confidently

Looks like onychinus had a new leader soon after her dad step down

Would let her dress Mephisto up

Sylus would teach your daughter some boxing moves

Would try to fit all of you guys in his motorcycle , your daughter in front , placing her hand on the handle while your husband hand on top of hers and you always being sylus backpack

Would have customized helmets with your names on it

Sylus would let her daughter play with his hair and stick some stickers on him and if he feels generous ( which he is toward you and your daughter ) he'll even let your daughter put make up on him

Luke and Kieran would be the best uncles . Would like to join her uncles with pranks

Love doing karaoke with her dad .both can't sing well and are death ears

Sylus would buy the whole arcade just for her daughter

Plays kitty cards with your daughter and always lose on purpose

Sylus is definitely the type to give anything her daughter fancies. She looked firearm for 5 second? Is already here with her name on it of course with no bullets . Or else he wouldn't have hear the end of it from you

Would definitely sign a no boyfriend till your married

Like and karien are your daughter personal bodyguards

End up hitting the post button while middle way writing 😅sorry for grammar mistakes and words.

Would prepare a fancy ball for her birthday

Would play the piano for her also teaching her some keys

[rekino2114]

Cute ways the jjk girls (+ genderbends) use jujutsu in your relationship

A/n:I initially had this ideal with fem!gojo, but then it expanded to other characters. Let me know if you have any ideas for a part 2 or something with other characters

Also I kinda did something similar with fem!inumaki here if you're interested

Fem! Gojo

Lapse blue

Y/n:Hey babe, do you mind grabbing me that glass of water?

Fem!gojo:sure thing sweetie

[She uses blue to make the glass float toward you, but the water splashes on your face]

Y/n:......

Fem!gojo:s-sorry

Infinity

Y/n:Come on, tori, I already told you I'm sorry

[You try to hug her, but infinity stops you]

Y/n:Can you please deactivate your technique?

Fem!gojo:No way! You ate my last mochi. That's basically the same as cheating. I'm not letting you hug me

Y/n:[sighs] I'll buy you some other ones ok? And some more cakes

[Gojo immediately turns off infinity and hugs you]

Fem!gojo:Thanks, y/nnnnn! I knew you loved me

Six eyes

Fem!gojo:Hey y/n, what happened?

Y/n:what do you mean?

Fem!gojo:Your shoulder, it's all hurt and purple

Y/n:.....how did you know? I'm wearing a sweater

Fem!gojo:I have really good eyes remember?

Y/n:oh yeah, I forgot about the six eyes, sorry I got hurt during a mission and just didn't wanna bother you

Fem!gojo:it's never a bother for me, I'll just call shoko and bring you an ice pack

Fem!sukuna

Heian era form

Y/n:Kuna.....is this really necessary?

[It shows you being carried by 2 of sukuna's arms while an other one is stroking your hair]

Fem!sukuna:Of course, are you saying you don't like this?

Y/n:No, I do it's just......why?

Fem!sukuna:uraume said I should try being more affectionate with you. This is how I do it.

Y/n:I guess your arms are pretty comfy

Fem!sukuna:good, I don't want to hear you complain

[She kisses you while you blush harder]

Yuki tsukumo

Star rage

(Tbh I forgot if this is exactly how the technique works)

[You're trying to open a jar, but it's too tight]

Yuki:Do you need some help, baby?

Y/n:Yeah thanks

[You give her the jar, and she opens it without problems]

Yuki:here you go

Y/n:Thanks

Yuki:could I get a kiss for that~?

Y/n:[giggle] sure

[You kiss her cheek, and she smiles brightly]

Yuki[talking to herself] yes! I know using my technique was worth it

Y/n:......what do you mean using your technique?

Yuki:o-oh nothing

Y/n:Wait, did you put mass in the lid so I couldn't open and jar and you'd get a kiss?

Yuki:..........noooooo what are you talking about? Hehe

Y/n:If you wanted a kiss you could have just asked for one you know?

Garuda

Y/n:...........yuki, can you tell your shikigami to stop following me?

Yuki:Why? It's not that bad

Y/n:it wasn't but I think it's taking it a bit too far

[Garuda completely wraps itself around you]

Y/n:see

Yuki:that just means it likes you, just like me

Y/n:....I guess that's nice then, but it's still kinda uncomfortable

Yuki:ok, I'll tell it to stop, we both know you very much prefer my hugs anyway

Yorozu

(I've decided i wanna write for her too, I'll add her to the masterlist now and I chose her instead of mai not only because her creation is better but also just because I kinda like her more)

Creation

Yorozu:y/n! Look what I made for us

[She shows you two rings with your names engraved on them]

Yorozu:it took me a while, but I finally did it! Now we will be bound together even more than we already are

Y/n:Oh thanks, that's so sweet....even if we aren't married yet

Yorozu: Those are just details. What's wrong with thinking ahead

Y/n:hehe, alright

[You start to take the ring with your name on it but she stops you]

Yorozu:Oh no, darling, you'll be wearing the one with my name so that everyone knows you're mine, and I'll wear the other one so that everyone knows I'm yours

Y/n:Oh, that's....sweet

Yorozu:I'm glad you think that, I can't have anyone thinking my darling is free to take, here I'll even put it on you myself

Fem!megumi

Ten shadows:divine dogs (and mahoraga)

Y/n:Please, gumi, I swear I won't ask you anything else ever

Fem!megumi:[sighs] you're really like I love you.....alright

[She does the hand sign and summons the dogs]

Fem!megumi:Go smell y/n and find their hoodie

[The shikigami do what she said and start searching for it]

Y/n:Thanks, you're a lifesaver megumi

Fem!megumi:you're welcome just don't get used to it

[The dogs eventually find the hoodie and give it to you]

Y/n:Oh, thanks so much to you two too. You're such good boys

[You start petting them while megumi gets closer to you]

Fem!megumi:wait minute.....that hoodie isn't it nobara's? Why does it have your smell on it

Y/n:oh no I can explain she just gave-

Fem!megumi:I don't need any explanation. With this treasure I summon

Y/n:wait no stop it!

Fem!geto

Cursed spirit manipulation

Gojo:Hey, geto, what are you waiting for? We're gonna be late for the mission

Fem!geto:don't be so impatient satoru, I'm just waiting for y/n

Gojo:Come on! Your partner can wait, I just wanna get this over with

Fem!geto:if they don't come, I'm not going either

Gojo:fiiiine, you're the only thing that makes missions interesting anyway

[After waiting for a bit geto looks at the sky]

Fem!geto:oh looks like they arrived

Gojo:hm?

[They look up to see you riding rainbow dragon]

Gojo:You made them ride on your curse?

Fem!geto:they were gonna be late and asked me

Gojo:that's so cool you have to make me ride on it too sometimes

Fem!geto:[sighs] I suppose one time is ok

[jjkamochoso]

Im have too many gojo thoughts in my head, so I'll just send them! (^_^ take all the time you need to replied/write im very patient!)

Ok ok soo dad!gojo is in my head 24/7 so maybe the reader and gojo take little gojo to the Aquarium!! Gojo with a min him is so cute to me 😭😭

Ahhh omg this SO cute!!!! Dad!Gojo would definitely be fun... we get a few glimpses here and there with him and Megumi so let's throw a mini Satoru in the mix and see what kind of chaos/cuteness occurs at the aquarium🤭 Thanks so much for this amazing request and for your patience, I appreciate it!!🫶❤️ sorry I was gone for so long but I hope you love this!!

Go(jo)ing to the Aquarium

Fluff

Dad!Gojo x gn!reader

Warnings: none

*Just fyi I'm using y/c/n to signify your child's name!

"Dad! Dad, hurry up! I wanna see the fish!"

You snickered at your impatient child, taking hold of her hand. "Calm down, y/c/n, Dad's going as fast as he can." You turned to Gojo, who was busy pulling out his wallet to pay for admission. "You heard the girl. Hurry up. The water will be evaporated from the tanks by the time you're done here."

Gojo pouted as he handed over his credit card to the employee. "No fair, you always take her side."

You smirked. "She's cuter."

Gojo turned to your daughter. "Your other parent is a meanie. I wouldn't listen to them all day if I were you."

"Satoru!" you exclaimed, lightly swatting at his arm. "Don't encourage her. She already takes after you enough."

"Fish! Fish! Fish!" your daughter chanted as Gojo held onto the admission tickets, walking further into the building.

"Fish! Fish! Fish!" he joined in, causing you to send an apologetic look to the employees and other visitors for the two children you were in charge of.

"Where to first?" you asked your family, and they quieted down as they thought long and hard.

"Turtles!" y/c/n said after a minute of silence.

"Turtle exhibit it is then. Do you have the map?" you asked Satoru.

"Pssh, who needs a map? I see it all, remember?" he said, pointing at his blue sunglasses playfully.

"We're at an aquarium, Satoru, not in a domain. A map will do just fine."

"Have it your way," he replied, putting his hands up in surrender. He then squatted down to talk to y/c/n. "While they read the map, wanna look at the starfish over there?"

Y/c/n nodded enthusiastically and your husband and daughter ran off together. You couldn't help the smile that overtook your face as you observed them from afar. Sure, Satoru was a total goof-off, but you had to admit, he was a pretty cool dad. He was always fun and rarely strict, but he knew when to be serious, which made his childlike demeanor much more bearable. Although you joked around about it a lot, you were truly happy that your daughter was becoming more and more like him every day.

"Alright you two, I found the turtles. Shall we head that way?"

Your daughter nodded and Satoru took her hand, letting you take the lead. When you got to the turtle exhibit, you let y/c/n explore a bit on her own, as long as she stayed in sight and out of trouble.

"She's really something else, isn't she?" you mused, slightly leaning against Satoru.

"She's hilarious and headstrong. Takes after another amazing person I know."

"You're so humble, Gojo."

"I wasn't done," he said, nudging you softly. "Y/c/n is also extremely smart, passionate, and strong."

"Those still sound like traits of yours."

Satoru looked at you, his pink lips forming into a gentle smile. "Mm, I was thinking that sounded like another amazing person I know. Somebody by the name of y/n. Sound familiar?"

"Doesn't ring a bell." You pretended to think hard. "But they do sound pretty cool."

"They're the best person I know," he declared certainly. You swore you could've kissed him right there in the middle of the crowd, but you held back, instead opting to grab his hand and kiss the back of it.

"Let's go. I think y/c/n wants us to see something."

Your daughter was frantically waving you over.

"We're coming honey," you called out. "What would you like to show us?"

"Look! There's three turtles swimming together. They're a family, just like us."

"Yeah, they are, aren't they?" said Gojo, wrapping one arm around y/c/n and the other around you. You all stood quietly for a few brief moments, watching the turtles, until y/c/n broke the silence.

"I wanna see jellyfish!" she declared.

"Me too!" said Satoru. "But I wanna touch some manta rays first!"

"Jellyfish!" demanded y/c/n.

"Manta rays!" Satoru asserted indignantly.

"Don't worry kids, we have plenty of time to do both," you replied with a teasing smile. As your two favorite people ran off ahead of you once more, your heart swelled with love.

[prettypinkporkchop]

Paul lahote x fem reader

Warnings: language, making out, kind of sexual, passed mother

Rules

You're in need of an extra job! Living isn't super cheap. Working as a receptionist at Sue's clinic isn't going to cut it. She referred you to someone who needs a babysitter. You were down instantly!

You pull up to the address that was given to you. You're about to meet a man named Paul Lahote. His six year old daughter is Susie Lahote. You walk to the house and knock on the door. You hope it's the right house, it's a bit dark out. The waiting makes you a bit nervous. You decide to knock again. This time, the door opens.

He seems mad, but his eyes soften as they look into yours. You stare for a second, amazed by the man. He's so sexy.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to be a bother. I'm y/n. Am I at the right house?" You nervously play with your fingers.

His hand falls from the doorframe, and he smiles. "I'm Paul. Sorry, I thought you were a buddy of mine." He scratches his cheek awkwardly.

"Yeah! You're good!" You giggle.

He moves a bit to let you inside. You follow him into the kitchen. "She's asleep, but I can show you around and.." He looks down at the paper on the counter. You get a peak. It says "Rules" at the top. He crumbles it up and holds it in his hand, resting his fist on the counter. "I'll show you around." He awkwardly chuckles.

"Alrighty." You say. You found that a bit strange, but you let that go. You follow his words closely and watch as his lips and arms move.

He shows you around the house. It's small but really neat. He points at a door that's down the hall. It has princess stickers all over it. "That's Susie's room. She's a ball of fun. Very good kid." He smiles at you.

You nod your head with a smile. "I can't wait to meet her."

"I'm going to be gone for a couple of days. Would that be alright with you? Take her to school, you go to work or if you're off, do whatever?" He looks in your eyes. His hands are stuffed in his pockets.

"Yes, sir. I can do that!" You reply.

He licks his lips with a smile and looks down. "You don't have to call me that." He looks back up at you. "Uh, I'm leaving tomorrow evening. Can I get your phone number? Also, thank you. And I'll thank Sue for bringing you here."

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"Hey, miss y/n." A cute little girl who resembles Paul looks up at you.

"Hey, miss Susie!" You bend down to her level.

She pulls out a sucker from her tiny pocket. "Dad said you would be here. I got this for you from school." She hands it out to you.

Your heart melts! You're already adoring this baby girl! What a sweetie. You take it from her tiny hand and smile at her. "Thank you so much! I believe we are going to have an amazing time."

She nods her head quickly in response.

You stand up and look at Paul. He's smiling and seems to be of approval. "Thank you again." He says. "You can put your bags on my bed. You're welcome to sleep in there or on the couch."

"Yes, sir."

"And you're welcome here anytime!" He continues.

Paul and Susie say their goodbyes. She doesn't seem too upset that her father is going to be away for two days. It seems as if this is common. He takes his bags and heads out the door.

"Alright, sweet girl. How about we put on a movie and I'll make us dinner!"

You made an easy dinner, and you both watched Moana. Once she finished eating, you go into her bedroom and pick out some clean clothes for her. You set them out and run her a bath. "Susie! Your bath is ready!" You call out.

She makes her way in there. "Thank you!" She smiles.

You stand up and leave her to it! You clean up the kitchen and make sure to listen for her in the bathroom. You hear her step out and go into her room.

You make your way to the bathroom and drain the water. She put her dirty clothes in the basket already. Smart! You knock on her bedroom door.

"Can you come brush my hair?" She asks.

You open the door and see her on her bed with a hairbrush beside her. You sit on her bed and cross your legs. She sits in front of you. "Does your dad leave often?" You ask, being soft with her hair.

"Yes, ma'am. He works with my uncles." She responds.

"That's awesome! Who used to babysit you when he'd leave?" You ask out of curiosity.

"My mom." She says. "She died when I was four. Daddy had to stay home more."

You stop for a second and have to figure out how to respond to that. But she turns to face you when she notices you stop brushing her hair. "What?" You awkwardly ask.

"I'm not very sad about it. I don't remember a lot. I always lived with dad."

A bit later, you go into Paul's bedroom. You place your bags on his bed and go into his bathroom. It smells so good in his room and bathroom. His shower has a bunch of men soaps. But, you brought your own. You take a shower and then get dressed. You get in his comfortable bed and play on your phone for a bit. You get a text from Paul.

Paul: How is she?

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"Miss Y/n?" You open your eyes and see her standing in front of you.

You sit up and check your phone. Oh, lord. You have to bring her to school on twenty minutes. Your alarm didn't go off. "I'm sorry, Susie. Let's get ready. I'll let you eat in the car on the way there."

You get her ready as quickly as possible. You make her some cinnamon toast and give it to her while you both get in the car.

You get back to Paul's house and go into the kitchen. You start figuring out what to cook for Susie. As you're moving around, you notice the crumbled up paper next to the microwave. You slowly open it up.

RULES:

Don't leave a mess

She will ask for coffee, it's a no

Do not enter my bedroom

My house is not yours, only come here to watch Susie

I will pay $100 per day

You stare at the paper and realize that he isn't following his own rules. You're allowed in his room. He told you to come any time. Hm?

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You sit on the couch with your bags packed next to you. You're waiting for Paul to pull up. To the house. You've cleaned everywhere, and Susie is at school.

The door opens, and you stand up. Paul huffs and sets down his bag. He looks up at you and smiles.

"How was work?" You ask.

He laughs and then walks closer to you. "Oh, it's a job." He looks over you. His eyes flicker over your face.

You can smell his manly scent. You can feel heat radiating off of him. You're in Paulala Land. He notices, he lifts his hand up to touch your cheek. You come back to and kind of move your face awkwardly. Obviously, this guy is too cocky. He knows he's hot. He must do this to everyone.

"Sorry! What do you do for work?" You wiggle out of his way, walking into the kitchen.

"Uh, I, work in the woods often. I kind of travel." He watches you.

"That's cool! I have done all of the chores. I also slept in your bed, I hope you don't mind." You look at him.

"That's fine!'' He smiles. He pulls his wallet out of his pocket and digs through it. He takes out a few hundred dollars.

You widen your eyes and shake your head. "No. No. Actually, don't worry about paying me at all."

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You put the phone back down onto the pad. You finish confirming this man's appointment, and you turn your swivel chair to face Sue behind you.

"Why didn't you accept the money?" Sue asks.

"Because he's a single father with a sweet daughter, and they both lost a part of them." You argue while closing some filing cabinets.

"Come on. Paul and her weren't even together. Paul is kind of a player. And the mother wasn't fit to have custody of Susie." Sue continues.

You sigh and smile at her. "I'll be okay, Mrs. Clearwater."

She rolls her eyes. "Alright! That's up to you."

You look down and think. "What do you mean he's a player?" You ask.

"Ah. I see. He's a good man. Cocky and hotheaded. Still a good person."

"Mom." You look out the window into the waiting room and see a tan guy who's shirtless with a tribal tattoo. He looks at you and waves.

"Yes, Seth?" She asks, walking around to the waiting room.

They begin talking, and you check your phone. Paul called you? You call him back and the phone rings.

"Hello." Paul says.

"Hey, you called?"

"Yeah, I was just gonna see if you wanted to come over tonight? Susie is with a friend, so.. if you're comfortable.. it's just us."

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You're giggling with each other, and you're drinking some wine. It's like a small date at his house. He cooked a really good meal! He's so funny and so sweet. You both are sitting on the couch, legs across it, facing each other.

"Why did you invite me anyways?" You take a sip of your drink.

He smirks and nods his head up. "Because I want you. And I know you want me, too."

Your face heats up. "U-uh." You put your glass on the table beside you. "I don't do one night stands." You mumble.

"That's the point. This isn't." He gets on top of you.

Your head is back on the arm of the couch. Your body is pressed on the cushions. His hands are on the arm of the couch to hold himself up. You look up at his face. You know you look so pathetic underneath him. You do want him.

"You're about to sleep with the babysitter." You breathe out.

He leans down to hover his lips over yours. "You're mine, now."

Your breath catches, and your eyes sparkle. You can feel tingles attacking your lips and body.

"I read the rules." It came out.

He backs his face a few inches away. "I thought I threw the paper away."

"No, sir." You answer.

He thinks for a second. "Well, I didn't know you'd be the one to show up at my door. None of it matters." He lowers his head again to bring his lips closer.

You wrap your arms around his neck and then wrap your legs around him. He grabs your thigh, near your bottom, and presses his lips on yours roughly. You kiss him back just as hard playing with his tongue. He presses himself against you so you feel his hard on. You whimper at the massive size you feel against you. You buck your hips upward. A growl leaves his mouth.

You snap out of it and pull away. He looks down at you, confused. You put your hands on his chest, pushing slightly. He gets off of you.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asks, worried.

"N-no. I'm sorry." You awkwardly chuckle. "I'm guessing I come back this weekend for Susie?" You stand up, gathering your stuff.

"Yeah.." He breathes out.

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Susie drops the barbie on the floor when Paul steps in her bedroom door. She stands up and runs to him. "Dad!"

He lifts her up and kisses on her face. "My baby girl!"

You stand up and look at them with a smile.

"Ready to go to Emily's and play with Claire? Uncle Quil will be there." He asks.

She cheers and jumps down and begins to pack her bag.

Paul looks at you and nods his head out the door, asking you to step out. You do as told and follow him into the living room. "Why won't you accept my pay?" He asks.

"Because you're a single father. You lost her. Susie lost her mother. I just want to help."

"She didn't mean anything to me. She didn't want full custody. It was a one night stand that I didn't regret." He steps closer to you and grabs your hand. "But you're different. I know you're into me, too." He whispers.

You're about to reply and your cheeks redden but Susie steps into the living room.

"I'm ready!" She giggles.

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Sue Clearwater is watching you and you see her in the corner of your eye as you're checking in a patient.

"Yes maam?" You ask.

"There's a party that our family... tribe go to. You should come."

You drop the pen and look at her. "Am I allowed to?"

"Yes. You are." She smiles.

----

You stare at the wolf in front of you......

[howlingday]

The Vytal Festival, Leader~!

Jaune: (Thinking) The festival is today. Some people are going out of their way to dress up for it. Probably every girl here is wearing some kind of dress or another.

Jaune: (Thinks of Nora in a dress, Blushes) She... She wouldn't ask me. She'd think I'm too creepy to ask. But... If she won't ask me... Should I?.

Jaune: NO WAY! NEVER! NOT IN A MILLION YEARS! She'd just say something even worse like,

Nora: (Jaune impersonating) "Whaaat~?! Leader WANTS to go to the festival with me? Ew~! I would have asked you as a joke to see how flustered you'd get! This just makes you look even more desperate and creeeeeepy~!"

Jaune: ...

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Jaune: I might as well look around since it only comes once in a while... Maybe I should get some caramel popcorn before going back to the dorm.

???: (Taps Jaune's shoulder)

Jaune: (Turns)

Yang: FOUND YA, VOMIT BOY~!

Ruby: We found ya~!

Jaune: !!!

Jaune: (Runs away)

Ruby: (Chases, Tackles him)

Yang: Didn't take you for the festival guy, Vomit Boy~.

Ruby: Never took, VB~!

Yang: Wait... Don't tell me... You only came out... looking for Nora~? Just out and about hoping to see her, right~?

Ruby: Aw~! That's cute~!

Jaune: N-NO WAY!

Yang: Eh, that's too bad. She told us she wasn't coming down. Said she had to make up for a test or something.

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Oh. Alright then. (Walking away)

Yang: (Grabs his arm) Hey, hey, where you goin'~?!

Ruby: (Grabs his arm) Hey, hey~!

Yang: Hey, Rubes~! Grab... "THAT"!

Ruby: Gotcha, gotcha~!

CLANK!

Jaune: (Metal collar around neck) !!!

Ruby/Yang: WE CAUGHT A VOMIT BOY~!

Yang: You're ours now, Vomit boy~!

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Ren: I'm sorry for keeping you so late, Nora, but you need to keep your grades up.

Nora: Yeah, yeah. Honestly, I wanted to do more, but things kept coming up.

Ren: Actually, the festival is today, isn't it? Why don't we go?

Nora: Hmm...

Nora: (Thinks of Jaune, Smiling) Maybe I should...

BZZ! BZZ!

Nora: Huh? (Checks scroll)

Yang: (Via scroll) Look what we caught~!

Ren: (WHOOSH!) Hm? Nora? Nora? Where'd you go?

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Jaune: Wait... You sent that pic to Nora?

Yang: Yup~! Should be here any minute now to steal our pet~!

Jaune: WHO ARE YOU CALLING A PET?!

Ruby: (Points at Jaune) PET~!

Jaune: She's doing make-up assignments, though.

Jaune: (Fidgets)

Jaune: She's not going to show up anyways.

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Nora:

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Yang: (WHOOSH!) Hm? Hey, look who finally showed up~! Didn't you have a test to redo?

Nora: Y-Yeah, but it was, like, super easy, y'know?!

Jaune: (Wearing the collar)

Yang: (Holding the leash, Grinning)

Ruby: (Grinning)

Nora: YOUR COLLAR... IS HILARIOUS.

Yang: Right~? Super hilarious~!

Ruby: Hilarious~!

Nora: IT LOOKS LIKE FUN. GIVE IT.

Yang: (Keeps leash out of reach)

Yang: VOMIT BOY IS OURS NOW~! Y'WANT 'IM BACK?! YOU GOTTA BEAT US IN A CONTEST~!

Ruby: Contest~! Contest~!

Nora: Psh! I don't give a damn about Leader, but I ain't steppin' 'way from a challenge!

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Nora: By the way, Leader... I didn't think you liked festivals.

Jaune: I... I-I thought it'd be a nice change of pace, you know?

Nora: ...Wait a minute, were you waiting for me to ask you~?

Jaune: N-NO! NO WAY!

Nora: Hahahahaha~! Ah...

Nora: ...If you want to go to the festival with somebody, Leader... It's better you ask them out yourself.

Jaune: ...

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Nora: Winner~!

Yang: Huh? What are you talking about? We've got way more prizes than you!

Nora: Yeah, but look at this plush sword! Quality over quantity, right?

Yang: Even still, we've got more than enough stuffing in our prizes to make twice of your sword, right, Ruby?

Ruby: But the sword has actual value...

Yang: What?! For real?!

Nora: Y'want the sword, Ruby~? I know you love weapons of all kinds~!

Ruby: SWORD! SWORD~!

Yang: I can't believe you bribed my sister!

Nora: I CAUGHT A LEADER~!

Jaune: Will you take this stupid collar off already?

Yang: Suit yourself~! (Removes collar) Later, Vomit Boy~! Try not to get caught, alright~?

Ruby: Be free, little Vomit Boy~! Be free~!

Jaune: I'M NOT A WILD ANIMAL!

Ruby/Yang: (Leave)

Nora: ...

Jaune: ...W-Well, since we're here... Why don't we walk around for a bit?

Nora: Y-Yeah... Sure!

[kurosagi-h8r]

I think it would be fun if darkwick has like a radio committee/club where they would read anonymous messages/letters for the school. Maybe they can invite the students as guest speaker too. I need Ed to be invited only for him to be like joke around and just beating around the bush haha hihi and then he dropped some big scandal/secret for all the school to hear.

How it works is the host will announce who the next guest speaker would be and then people can send anonymous letters, it can be about the guest or anyone, then the guest will have to read the letter there. On a live radio.

Yuri will either rant about darkwick general or openly threat frostheim students and endangering the radio committee.

Jiro will actually be pretty normal and give tips regarding student health. Until he read one anonymous letter with smth like love confession or poetry that's soooo Zenji style and he'd be like "...where did you get this?"

Subaru reading anonymous letters (sent by Leo) to corner him into spilling the beans about himself. Poor guy would struggle in front of the mic.

Can I be biased here? I want Haku to read a bunch of love letters lololol (i would send him tons tbh) JUST TO HEAR HIM oh-so-seductively CHUCKLE EVERY 5 SECONDS LETTER AFTER LETTER until I realize I wasn't the only one because some girl two seats away from me is giggling to herself hearing Haku reading her letter out loud. "Ahaha... so many love letters, are you guys sure it's all for me? All your love??? For a guy like me? I must've been a hero in my past life."

As for Tohma he would either read complaints or blatant complaints from another Frostheimers (i feel like he could tell just from the handwritting alone that the sender is from his house) and after reading the entire content he would go, "Thank you for the heartfelt letter, MR FUJI. I'll be sure to assess myself better but I would need more detailed information on your view regarding my performance as the Vice Captain. Please come to the Vault and be sure to come on time after this radio session. Should you be too busy, I can always interro– I mean interview your closent friend, the honor student. After all I don't mind having her attention all to myself." Or something along the line bcs he'd play dirty like that. (That's so hot of him tho i would at least admit it)

Sho wouldn't really be a guest speaker but if the radio committee needs to make some quick buck they could open a paid promotion and you would hear the committee promoting HTH lol. Like telling the audience about Discount of The Day that you wouldn't know unless you listen to the radio.

Also Haru would probably do the same too! He would want the radio to promote the safari lol.

Ritsu... can the committee even convince him to spare some time in his schedule to be their guest speaker? Would he charge them money? 😭 What if he starts spouting some laws about some legal wrongdoings the radio committee has done (which they didn't even realize) just by making this whole radio thing A THING.

Kinda same with Ritsu, the committee would have to pay Romeo for him to come. I just wish Kaito would send him a letter and everyone would hear Romeo curse tf out of that letter. I think by the end of the session he should put a bounty on Kaito's head. Just because.

What if someone say some bad things about Haru and then Towa IMMEDIATELY storm the studio or zap the radio tower 😭

Mizuki Rui dating advice session? Mizuki Rui dating advice session. Just like Haku he would receive anonymous love letters (or not anonymous. Honestly i would be bold too if it's him). They'd be such a huge confidence booster for him lol and he would give the senders cute nicknames if they're not anonymous.

There has to be messages about the teachers too. Hyde reading anonymous letter in which he could tell Sho was the sender. Students shit-talking about Moby and his weird ass idol obsession (i would be the sender just watch), *cough* students being nosy about the relationship between Benkei and Nicholas *cough* well well MC PLEASE MAKE THIS RADIO A PLACE FOR YOU TO LET YOUR HEART OUT PLEASEEEE YOU SHOULD BE GIVEN A FREEDOM OF SPEECH AT THE VERY LEAST 😭

The rest of them would either not care enough about the radio or become the sender. Leo would prefer to be the sender, i think. Ren would only send anonymous letter when Haru is the speaker to let everyone knows he dislike him and dislike being put in Jabberwock. Zenji will always send his poetry and probably most speakers would find it hard to understand his works, let alone reading them out loud 😭 Zenji himself would love to be the speaker but oh well~ still, it's an opportunity to spread positivity and hopefully he can brighten someone's day with his work.

[myown-worstenemy-2003]

Play It Again, Play It Again, Play It Again

A/N: Part two of the mini-series! As always I hope you enjoy it as much I did writing it! I love seeing feedback! And feel free to request something! Let me know any feedback that you have! If you feel up to it send me a request and I will do my best to give it justice!

Summary: You're invited to a party by one of your new friends. Let's see how the night ends.

Word Count: 1963

It had been a couple of months since you had broke things off with Billy. Since that you've kind of tried to keep to yourself but everyone needs someone to talk to, especially to make it around here.

What made it better was that you met a couple of mothers when you would pick up Rhiannon from daycare, and started your own friend group. All of them were around your age and their kids were already playing with Rhiannon during daycare anyway. Nancy had a brown-eyed shaggy-haired boy named Theodore. Piper had a little curly-head girl named Rosemary. And then there is Robin, she doesn't have any children but she comes and picks up Theo or Rosie every now and then, even both sometimes.

It was nice that you and Rhiannon had some friends in town finally. Especially Rhiannon, you didn't want her to be lonely.

But at this particular moment you weren't sure if you were happy that you had friends anymore.

"Come on (Y/N)! You never leave the house unless it's work or taking Rhiannon somewhere! You need to have fun sometimes!" Robin tried to convince you.

"Yeah, I'm sure I can tell you what you do everyday. Get up, get Rhi and you ready, take her to daycare, go to work, pick up Rhi, have dinner and then go to bed," Nancy said watching the kids play on the playground.

You sigh, because she was right. You don't do anything fun that doesn't surround Rhiannon.

"Who's gonna watch Rhi though? I can't really afford a babysitter right now. I can barely afford daycare as it is."

"Piper's mom is going to watch the kids, I'm sure she won't mind watching Rhiannon," Nancy suggested and Piper nodded.

"I don't know guys," you hesitated, parties have never been your thing. The last time you were at a party that's when Rhiannon was conceived and here you are.

"(Y/N), you are 24. We are never gonna be this young ever again. Just this once and if you don't like it, you can leave and we'll never ask again," Piper chimes in, sitting on the bench next to you with a book on her lap that she hasn't touch since she got here, "We all need to let loose every once and a while."

The girls nodded, you groaned, "Fine. I'll go but only for two hours. That's it."

"That'll work! You'll have fun, I promise!" Robin said excitedly.

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You were on your way to the party. Riding with a friend from work. Dressed in something more warm and comfortable than it was cute since #1 it was October and it was cold during the nights; #2 you weren't really looking for anything right now since your thing since Billy. You were just there to hang out with friends and maybe meet some new people.

As you approached you noticed that there were a lot of trucks and some haybales, and everyone else was parked on the other side of the road. You didn't even think about bringing your own chair. You figured that there was going to be enough going on that you might not need it. But past you was too ambitions compared to present you so was full of nervous at the moment.

How the hell did you do this when you were in college?

Jessica put the car into park and got out and you followed suit.

"Hey I'll see you around? Around 1?" Jessica said with a smile. You nodded and smiled back.

You stood outside of the car for a second to catch your breath.

"It's all good. Everything will be okay. Just three hours. Yeah, only three hours and then you can go home," you hyped yourself up. You brushed yourself off (like you had dirt on you) and headed toward the crowd of people gathering around the bonfire.

"There she is! I wasn't sure you were going to show!" Robin said as she walked up to you and hugged you, "Here's the rest of the gang for you to meet!"

"Everyone this is (Y/N)! Be on your best behavior!" she said, jokingly, you heard some laughing and a, 'Booooo'.

"This here is Vickie, she's my girl," Robin introduced you to a ginger with freckles. You shook her hand, "Nice to meet ya."

"You know Nancy," Robin said and you hugged her as she came up. There was a nervous looking man behind her with brown hair, Robin said, "This is her husband, Jonathan. Theo looks like him."

"I can see it," you smiled and shook his hand too. Piper came up next, "I'm so glad that you made it! We want you to have fun too."

"Thanks, it's good so far," you smiled.

"Oh yeah!" she said, she turned to look behind her, "This is my husband, Eddie. It's where Rosie gets the curly hair from."

"Hey there, I'm Eddie, like she said, nice to meet you," Eddie said, he had long wild curly hair with a denim vest over his leather jacket.

"I like your pins. Iron Maiden is the best," you said as you looked at his pins.

Eddie literally beamed, "Thank you! I collect them from music stores. These are my favorites."

"Really cool!"

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"Dude, have you met (Y/N)? She's awesome!" Eddie said to Steve.

"Is this another fantasy person that I'm supposed to learn?" Steve asked. Eddie looked at him with a weird face, "No, she's real man. She's friends with Piper and the others. She over there."

Eddie pointed to where a girl was sitting by herself on the tailgate of Piper's truck. Her legs swinging as she watched the fire crackle.

"She's got to have a boyfriend here. No way that she doesn't," Steve said, looking around for someone that was looking for her, "Is she Joe's girlfriend?"

"No man, Piper said that she's single. Not really looking for anything at the moment, just new friends," Eddie explained, "Buuuuut...you should try and make more than friends."

"I can make friends with her," Steve nodded and walked toward you.

"Good job babe," Piper said as she came up next to Eddie and fist bumped him and watched what was about to happen.

Steve walked up, "Hey, this seat taken?"

You looked over to the new voice.

Not going to lie, he's pretty cute.

You smiled, "Not at all," you slid over to make sure that he has enough room to sit.

"My name's Steve," he said as he sat down, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Nice to meet you, I'm (Y/N)," you said smiling.

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God how am I already falling in love with this woman already?

"Honestly, I love new wave music! The Cure is probably my favorite from the bunch as of right now, but that changes from month to month," you said, talking to Steve.

You've been talking to Steve for what felt ten minutes but it's actually been hour. You could do this all night.

"You know, I think that-" Steve started but then a familiar song came on the speakers and you're eyes lit up, and you jumped off the tailgate, cutting him off.

"This is my song! I've been listenin' to the radio all night long, hopin' that it would come on and here it is!"

You hold out your hand, "C'mon, come dance with me."

Before Steve could say anything, you grabbed his hand and dragged him up. He tried keeping up with you but he was too distracted by you to keep up. You had a carefree smile on your face and your body was moving in ways that was very bad for his groin area in public.

As the song came to an end, you kissed him on the cheek, "Thank you for dancin' with me."

"Play it again!" Steve yelled to see if someone could rewind the tape and start it over again so he could gain the courage to ask you out.

You smiled and yelled, "Play it again! Play it again!"

You both laughed and then heard the next song play, looking at each other almost in a trance.

"I-" Steve started to say but you looked down at your watch, "I had a lot of fun tonight Steve but I'm afraid that I have to go."

"Are you sure?" Steve asked, not really wanting you to leave just yet but understanding.

"Yeah, I gotta check on my-" you hesitated, "my pet. She's not used to being alone this late."

"I understand. Let me walk you to your car?" Steve offered.

"I actually rode here with one of my coworkers. So I guess I need to find her."

"I'll help you, who is it?"

"Jessica Cooley," you answered starting to look around for her.

"Jessica? She left already. Left with Matt Hargrave about an hour ago."

"What? You're kiddin'. I guess I'll ask someone else for a ride," you said a little upset.

"I can take you home," Steve offered, really hoping that you would take him up on the offer.

"Are you sure? I don't want to burden you. I can just have Piper or someone take me home," you said hesitant because you didn't know him, but you had a feeling that you could trust him.

"I'm sure. Come on, let's get you home."

You smiled, "Okay thank you."

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You were looking out the window, thinking about something to start a conversation but you couldn't think of anything that wouldn't be considered small talk or just bad in general.

That was when Steve turned on the radio and you started singing along to (I've Had) The Time Of My Life.

It didn't take too long to get to your house, maybe three songs if you remember correctly, but for some reason it felt like it was taking a little longer than usual. And you weren't upset by it at all. It had been five songs already and you sang along to every song that had came on the radio.

But it was only when you getting ready to pull on your street was when Steve started to scan the radio, almost frantically.

"This is me," you said and Steve pulled into the driveway and put the car in park.

"Thank you for the ride home, I really appreciate it. I don't have cash on me right now, but I can run in and get some for gas?"

"It's no trouble at all. I don't want money. But if you really want to pay me back, let me take you out on a date?" Steve asked wearing a charming but hopeful smile on his face.

You smiled, "I would like that."

He smiled, "Sounds great, how Friday? Dinner and a movie?"

You nodded your head, "I would love that."

"Cool, let me walk you to the do-," Steve said and just as he said that, your song came on the radio.

"No way! There is no way that this song would play twice in one night!" you exclaimed excitedly.

"Come dance with," you said as you got out of the car. He followed you and started dancing in the headlights.

It was like straight out of a movie. Everything was perfect, the lights, the song, the weather, and you.

As the song started to fade out, you got caught up in the passion of dancing and the feeling of it, you kissed Steve.

It was just like everything else, the kiss was perfect.

When you broke the kiss he looked at you and said, "I'm gonna call the DJ right now and get that song played again right now."

You threw your head back laughing, "Goodnight Steve, thank you for the perfect night."

He smiled, "You took the words right out of my mouth."

[xhfics]

bestie is here to beg for anything including amateur lap dance for bf jooyeon at home 🙏🏼

i’ve been thinking about this for so long and i can be specific - last november cause it was the second idea i had for his holiday special 😭) you know me so well i know you will satisfy my craving and more 🫶🏼

"Pretty please, would you give me a lap dance baby? Jooyeon coos, looking at you with puppy eyes. He's sitting on the edge of your bed and slightly leans forward."You look so cute like that."

He gently tugs at the shirt you're wearing, his shirt. He loves it when you wear his dragon-surrounded-by-flames-and-skulls shirts around the house.

You've paired it with some baggy sweatpants and fuzzy socks, but apparently Jooyeon is eating it up.

"You wanna see what's underneath?" You reply with a chuckle, straddling his lap and giving him a needy kiss. You feel him nod to your question. "Put on some music, sweetie."

He grabs his phone to put on his 'go to' lap dance music, just some soft tunes that don't distract you or him from the actual thing.

You softly snicker as you get off his lap, take off your socks and throw them next to Jooyeon on the bed.

Jooyeon looks at you with the biggest heart eyes as you try to get comfortable with the music and slowly start to move your body a bit.

You're swaying it to the rhythm of the music. And he's taking in every inch of your body.

He leans back on the bed and puts his hair up in a half ponytail to keep it out of his eyes. "You're so gorgeous baby. Doing so well for me."

The praise gets you going, not gonna lie. And you reward his sweet words by taking off your sweat pants, tossing them aside. You get closer to him to somewhat grind on his lap, his obvious boner rubbing against your ass.

Jooyeon's hands grab onto your hips and he keeps you on his lap for just a moment. Your back is against his chest and he kisses the side of your neck. "My pretty girl.."

He gives your thighs a squeeze and travels his hands to your chest, feeling the bra you're wearing. "Oh? Is this new?"

The music is mere background noise now, and the lap dance is half assed at the moment. You just need your boyfriend so badly. You get up and get back on his lap, now facing him. "I hope you'll like it."

His hands push up your (his!) shirt and he hums in appreciation. "Looks amazing on you. I might want you to keep it on when I fuck you in a few minutes."

[estellan0vella]

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

General Masterlist SKZ Masterlist

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.

[mochiwonz]

✉ - won the boyfriend lottery ♡

𓍯𓂃 content : insecure fem!reader x sweet bf!ni-ki , FLUFF , skinship (hugging , kissing , hand holding etc) , cursing , petnames (nini , baby , my love etc) , reader loves the scent of vanilla , lots of lovee <33

𓍯𓂃 word count : 2.1k

𓍯𓂃 note : i really reallyy think that as much as ni-ki is playful and likes to tease ,, he would definitely be the most caring, gentle, and understanding boyfriend ever :3 i hope that atleast some of you can find this fic relatable (i know i can) and i hope you enjoyy ♡♡

You look in the mirror, you're wearing a fitted top and flared jeans. Complimenting the outfit, you're wearing bow earrings and pretty rings, and of course some cute makeup. You're supposed to be feeling all pretty and confident, right? But actually, you're feeling the exact opposite. It's like the longer you look at yourself, the uglier you get. Fuck, why is it so hard for you to feel pretty?

Giving up, you change back into your baggy basketball shorts and xl baggy tee.

You've always preferred baggier clothes because 1. they were more comfortable and 2. people don't pay attention to your body. One could say that you were quite insecure. You've never felt gorgeous, at most you've felt okay, average, or mediocre. You've always found something wrong with your face, your uneven eyes, the one bump that won't seem to go away, or your dark circles. You wonder how those pretty girls do it. How they just walk around flawlessly, wind blowing through their hair perfectly and their skin basically glowing. Gosh, you really hated how you looked and how insecure you were. You thought you could never be loved by someone, ever.

That was until your boyfriend, ni-ki appeared in your life, and you couldn't be more grateful. It was like the universe knew when you needed him the most and boom, there he was.

Of course, you were still very insecure, it was nothing compared to how you were one year ago. Ni-ki had always made it very clear that he understood you and that you were absolutely beautiful, even if you couldn't quite see it yet. Everytime you felt insecure, he could immediately tell and instantly went to comfort you. Everytime that you felt unsure about anything, he would reassure you. He made you feel understood and seen, something you hadn't felt since...well...ever. People would always tell you, "you don't need to be insecure" or "just stop being insecure" as if it was really that easy.

Fast forward to today, it was your guy's first anniversary as a couple. You still remember the day he confessed, you also remember being so confused. How did someone as beautiful and perfect as him end up being attracted to you?

To put it simply, you were the most gorgeous human being he had ever laid his eyes on. The first time that he laid his eyes on you in senior year of highschool, he knew that you were the one. He never expected such a beautiful girl to be so insecure, but that didn't matter to him. Everyone worried about something, your worry just happened to be your appearance and overall self. He understood. He truly did.

Anyways, you and ni-ki agreed on just going out to get his favorite gongcha milk tea and come back to your place to cuddle and watch an anime. You guys didn't care if it wasn't that "special", because all you really wanted to do was be in each other's presence.

You didn't wanted to be perceived as the hot boy's ugly girlfriend. That's why you were trying to dress up like the pretty girls you've seen on social media. We already know how it went, and now you're in baggy basketball shorts and a baggy tee.

What if ni-ki doesn't like it? What if he thinks you look bad today? Should you just put more effort and atleast try to look "good"?

"y/n, baby, you're so fucking gorgeous. you don't have to dress up and put on alot of makeup for me to find you beautiful. you could be bald and i'd still find you so gorgeous. and don't worry about what other people think of you, why does it matter at the end of the day?" you remember him telling you.

Right, ni-ki loves you for who you already are, and you try to remind yourself of that everyday. Of course, it's hard- but you're trying.

Snapping you out of your thoughts, you hear a knock on your door and a voice from outside. A very familiar voice, one that you could recognize literally anywhere.

"babyyy it's meee" ni-ki says from the other side of the door, and you already know he has the cutest smile on his face right now. He might be 6ft and all, but he's your giant baby.

"coming!!" you exclaim while excitedly running to the door, trying not to slip. Let's just say you've slipped a few times before.

Opening to the door, you're met with a smiling ni-ki. And wow- he looked so good. He was wearing an oversized black hoodie with some red designs on it and some baggy jeans. On top of that, he also had some silver rings and a silver chrome hearts necklace on and honestly, you were fighting the urge to lunge at him right now. God knows how you were controlling yourself.

He quickly brings you into his embrace, engulfing you in his warmth.

"my baby, i missed youuuu" he says in a sweet tone of voice, still hugging you. He was always so sweet to you, you truly think you won the boyfriend lottery.

You look up at him with hearts in your eyes. "i missed you too ki" you respond, talking in the same sweet tone of voice.

"here, wait- we should go inside, i still need to get ready" you tell him. He nods while intertwining your guy's hands and lets you drag him inside. To be honest, he didn't think you needed to get ready. You were always gorgeous in his eyes, no matter what you were doing.

You bring him into your bedroom, and he instantly smiles at the familiar scent of vanilla. Of course, he was very well aware of your love for vanilla. The way you had 4 different type of vanilla candles on your bedside table and so many different vanilla perfumes was so endearing to him. Quietly, he sits down on the edge of your bed and watches as you go to quickly grab some clothes. He quickly notices that these clothes aren't very you.

"baby, since when did you start wearing such fitted tops? i mean, don't get me wrong- i bet you'd look so good. but i'm just wondering" he asks curiously.

"oh," you say quietly "i just wanted to look pretty for you"

Ni-ki slightly frowns at your words. He wished you knew how effortlessly beautiful you already were. He gets up from your bed and walks towards you, wrapping his large arms around your waist and resting his chin on the top of your head. He makes eye contact with you through the mirror and pulls you closer to his chest.

"my love you always look so pretty. trust me. just wear whatever you're comfortable in, okay?" he tells you in a soft voice. He kisses the top of your head and smiles at you. God, he's so good at reassuring you. You're so in love with this man.

Feeling less pressured after hearing what he said, you put down the clothes and instead, put on one of the oversized hoodies that he lent you. Your favorite one actually, it smelt just like him. After putting it on, you have a comfortable smile on your face, visibly showing that you feel much better. Ni-ki notices the instant change in your energy, and he loves seeing you like this.

"my girl, you're so cuuteee i love you so much" he says while admiring you. He turns you around so that you're facing him and he just stares at you, admiring your beauty in all is glory. Getting shy, you bring your face down and bury it in his chest.

"nini i love you too my big baby" you tell him as you finally look back up at him and go on your tippy toes to give him a peck on the lips. You loved his pretty plump lips, he was really the most beautiful man ever. He giggles and pulls you closer to kiss your forehead. He loved you so so much.

"you're so beautiful" he says as he brushes your hair away from your face, "god i could stare at you forever my pretty girl"

You could already feel how hot and red your cheeks were, you always got like this because of him. He always said such nice things to you and always showered you in compliments, what did you do to deserve such an amazing boyfriend?

"i love you" you tell him while smiling "we should go to gongcha now though, they might be closing soon"

Ni-ki completely forgot about the boba, shit. Agreeing with you, he grabs your tote bag for you and opens the door for you.

"for you m'lady" he says playfully while bowing at you. You giggle and bow back at him, matching his playful energy. He finds you so adorable, and so he ruffles your hair and closes the door behind him.

He quickly intertwines your guy's hands and sways them back and forth. He was always so happy around you, your energy and presence just made him so happy.

Once you guys got back to your place, you decided that you wanted to have a skincare night. You might not be the best at makeup, but you loved your skincare. He, of course- found you so adorable. And of course, he let you do his skincare. He'd let you do whatever you wanted, honestly.

You quickly run to your bathroom and grab your skincare, face masks, and skincare headbands. Ni-ki looks at you, slightly confused, not understanding why you had so many things in your hands. He helps put the items onto your bed and sits down, waiting for you to do his skincare. You wipe his face down with micellar water and put the face mask on him. He just stares at your beautiful face, enjoying how close you are to him. Swiftly, he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you onto his lap.

Shit, your face was hot again. Ni-ki giggles and gives you a kiss on the cheek.

"kiiiii" you whine, "you got the face mask serum on my face"

"sorry baby, you're just too cute" he teases and gives you another kiss, but on the lips this time.

You smile fondly at him and start putting your own face mask on, asking ni-ki to help you. Of course, he helps you and notices how big his hands are compared to your face. He loves it. You were so tiny compared to him.

Once it was on, you take out your phone to take a selfie. You both loved taking pics together, so that you could look back and laugh at them. After taking the picture with him, you pull out your wired earphones and give him one of them. Another thing you guys loved to do together was listen to music. You both enjoyed music, although you didn't dance like him- you still loved it just as much.

Getting comfortable, you both get under the comforter and he wraps his arms around your waist, your back facing his chest. He rests his head in the crook of your neck and pulls you closer to him. (if that was even possible) He loves how you smell, he could really smell your vanilla shampoo and conditioner now and he almost melts. He feels so relaxed, and you do too. You could hear ni-ki's breathing because he was right next to your ear, and you loved being so close to him. By the way he was breathing, you could tell he was asleep.

Slowly, you shuffle your body around so that you're facing him now, chest to chest. You gently take off the face mask and pat the serum into his skin, making sure you doesn't wake him up. You observe his beautiful features, his pretty eyelashes, his pouty lips, and your favorite- his pretty moles. You loved his moles, especially the one on his chin. He always told you how beautiful you were, and you realized you didn't tell him enough about how absolutely handsome he was, inside and out.

You promised yourself that from now on, you would tell him at least 100 times every. single. day.

You brush your fingers through his pretty hair and lovingly trace his features with your smaller hands. Without realizing, your eyes start to get glassy. Ni-ki was so beautiful on the outside, but also so beautiful on the inside. He always made sure you were doing okay mentaly and reminded you of how beautiful of a person you were.

After staring at him for (at least) 5 whole minutes, you take off your own skincare mask and decide to just call it a night. You really didn't want to get out of this comfortable position.

Ni-ki is so special to you, and you love him so fucking much. He's had such a positive effect on your self esteem and mental health and you're forever grateful. He was your soulmate, you were very sure of that. Nobody compared to him, and nobody was ever going to compare to him.

Honestly, you won the boyfriend lottery.

this is the longest fic i've ever wrote and surprisingly, i don't feel too bad about it! pls reblog if you enjoyed <33 my other works are here :D

[uceyliyahh]

UNDER YOUR TOUCH

Summary: After her difficult breakup, Tiana wanted to start anew with her life. That's when she realized her life would be better when she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 2957

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Tiana

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

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I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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TIANA I am 37 weeks pregnant and will meet my baby girl, Gianna, in just two months. Jey was thrilled to hear that we were expecting a girl because he had always desired a girl child.

Before this baby popped out of me, I was at Trinity's house with the girls organizing the baby shower. We were choosing the colors and patterns for the cake and decorations.

Since the boys were more robust than us anyhow, we planned to have them remove the tables and other items. I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket while we were doing that, so I took it out to see that his mother had texted me.

Mama Talisua 🫶🏼 sent a message. IMESSAGE 💬

mama talisua🫶🏼: hello! My daughter-in-law, I just wanted to know what to bring for the baby shower this weekend.

Tiana: Heyy! Mom, you can bring some gifts and some food we need all the food that we can get 😭 mama talisua🫶🏼: don't worry honey I got yall I just can't wait to see my grand baby Tiana: me too mom, me too. mama talisua🫶🏼: tell my son to answer my calls also dear! Tiana: will do 🫡

After texting his mother, Trinity showed me some more ideas for the baby shower. I wanted to go with a white and pink theme so everybody could look pretty in all white or pink.

While we were doing that, I felt Gianna kicking me in the stomach, which always felt funny to me, feeling her little kids in my tummy.

"Oh my goodness, is she kicking?" Trinity asked as I nodded my head.

"Yeah, she is most definitely kicking me like crazy down there." I said, poking at my tummy, curious as to what she was doing in there.

"Girl I still can't believe Joshua knocked you up." I chuckled a little bit while rolling my eyes at her.

I couldn't believe it either. I thought I was going to be stuck with Malakai's ass forever, but I was wrong about that, and I found someone better who loves me and would never want to hurt me. I told Trinity and Bianca about what theme I was going for, for the baby shower, which they obviously loved the idea of being white and pink.

"Yes, that's so perfect, especially since the venue is kind of big just to host a baby shower," Bianca said.

"Ouuu girl, I cannot wait to see you and Joshua's photoshoot pics together. Isn't that today?" I nodded my head while rubbing my tummy.

"It's today. I just have to wait for him to get off of work so that we can go," I replied, feeling Gianna's little feet kick me.

They both nodded their heads at me as we continued to explore more themes for the baby shower.

zillafatu replied to your story: nah fr tho little one is ready indeed she's not playing around 😭 biancabelairwwe replied to your story: NIECEY POOH COME ON OUT SO TETE CAN SEE YOU trinity_fatu replied to your story: girl your tummy is so big romanreigns replied to your story: can't wait to see babygirl rikishi replied to your story: ♥️ jonathanfatu replied to your story: I still can't believe he knocked you up bro 😭

✧.* JEY I was getting off of work and heading towards Trinity and Jon's house to get Tiana so that we could do this photoshoot together. I am so excited to meet my baby girl soon. I already know that she's been kicking her mother in the stomach like crazy.

I felt more in love with Tiana, especially during sex, too. It's best to say that pregnancy sex is the best thing ever.  As I was on the way towards their house, I saw that Kehlani Hoe ass had texted me, probably seeing what Tiana had posted on her story. I kept Kehlani blocked, but she'll just come up with new accounts on IG, as she's just being a stalker at this point.

Kehlani sent 3+ messages IMESSAGE 💬 Kehlani 🙄: are you fucking serious right now Jey? Kehlani🙄: you got this bitch pregnant before me? Kehlani🙄: I thought this was suppose to be us baby? I said I was sorry for cheating on you in the past we can work things out like c'mon yall don't have to get married 🥺🥺

When I read the messages, I rolled my eyes while scoffing at the fact that she is delusional and thinks that I'll just take her back in a heartbeat when I'm already with someone who I want to be with.

She can go cry to that lame ass boy Malakai while he in jail for what he had did to Tiana for all I care, I only care about Tiana and our babygirl Gigi.

Joshua: Lani imma need yo' ass to stop blowing up my phone like we are together when we ain't. Kehlani🙄: Jey c'mon I miss you Joshua: well I don't Lani I'm becoming a father now and ion' need yo' bullshit when I got better things to be worried about. Kehlani 🙄: fuck that Tiana bitch! She doesn't deserve you! Joshua: and you think you do? Girl if yo' ass don't stop playin' on my fucking phone dawg like fr Kehlani🙄: I can do better Jey better than her Joshua: Blocked.

I blocked her number while making a turn and continuing on towards the house; this girl got a lot of confidence in herself right now, playing on my motherfucking phone with allat bullshit.

I finally made it to the house, turning off the ignition in my car before heading up towards the door. I knocked on the door, waiting for one of the girls to come open, and heard footsteps approaching.

The door flew open, and I saw Bianca standing there, including Tank and Marley, coming up to me and showing me some love before I came inside the house. Bianca shut the door behind us, and my eyes scanned for Tiana, but she was nowhere to be found.

"Tiana's in the bedroom sleeping, " Trinity said as I nodded my head while going upstairs to the guest bedroom.

When I went inside the guest bedroom, I could see her sleeping soundly. I quietly walked towards her, sitting next to her on the bed. I moved her hair to the side, admiring her beautiful features and curious to see what our little bundle of joy would look like more.

I caressed her cheeks as she shifted in her sleep, seeing her eyes flutter open, looking towards me with a faint smile.

"Bubba, you're here. Is it almost time to go?" she asked in a husky tone.

"Yeah, mama, c'mon. We gotta get ready for our photoshoot," I said as she whined like a baby, which I found adorable.

She managed to get up with my help so that she wouldn't fall. We walked downstairs, seeing the girls staring at us with a smile.

"Y'all are just the perfect couple like I'm so happy for you bestie." Bianca said.

Tiana smiled at them before we bid our goodbyes and headed out toward the photoshoot location. Tiana and I walked toward my car while I opened the door for her, running back towards my side of the door and opening it while getting in.

We buckled our seatbelts while heading towards the place, listening to some music on Tiana's playlist. She always had some good music to vibe to while in the car.

I looked over towards her, seeing her falling in and out of sleep. So I placed my hand on her belly bump, rubbing it, feeling Gigi's kicks coming from her tummy.

We finally made it to the place. As I took off my seatbelt, seeing Tiana sleeping soundly, I gently shook her as her eyes fluttered open. Darting her eyes toward my direction while stretching her body, I shook her gently.

"Hey, sleepyhead, c'mon, let's go in so we can get ready, love," I said as she nodded her head.

✧.* After our photoshoot, I took Tiana back to my crib and decided to cook us something to eat since I didn't want her to be on her feet as much. As I was cooking us something to eat, I peeked at her lying down on the couch watching TV, laughing at the girls fighting.

'Ion know why she watches this shit.'

I smiled to myself and rolled my eyes as I prepared something easy and nutritious for Tiana because she was genuinely unable to eat anything or her sweets. Tiana was a better cook than me, so she could actually throw it down in the kitchen. I made us some salmon with mashed potatoes and broccoli, and it smelled good coming from the kitchen.

As I carried our plates into the living room, after I finished preparing our meal, I got a drink for us. Tiana was sitting up and licking her lips at the food when I looked at her. 

"This looks so good, Bubba." Tiana said as she smiled at me.

"It's not better than what you cook, love, but thank you. I didn't want you to be on your feet." I said.

We began to eat our food together while putting on Friday. Tiana put her feet on my legs, getting comfortable while eating her food.

"Have you all decided what colors to have for the baby shower this weekend?" Tiana nodded as she reached for her phone, which was next to her.

She showed me some ideas for the baby shower, with the theme of white and pink, which I really liked because it meant I could go all out with our outfits.

"I love this idea, baby. You're going to make me go all out for this, " she chuckled at me while placing her phone down next to her.

We got done eating our food together as I grabbed both of our plates going to wash them in the sink; that's when I felt Tiana wrap her arms around my waist—causing me to turn around seeing her staring up at me with those innocent eyes that got her ass pregnant in the first place.

I placed my hands on her belly, bending down to give it a kiss while talking to Gigi, letting her know that Papa and Mama were waiting for her to come out so we could see her. I felt her little kicks in her mother's tummy, which made me chuckle a little.

My eyes darted back towards Tiana's innocent ones. I placed my hands on her face, bringing her closer to mine while kissing her lips.

"God, you're so perfect, T." She gave me a few pecks on the lips while our foreheads touched each other.

For some reason I just wanted to devour her right there because of them eyes she had it was like pulling me in, I didn't waste no time taking her upstairs to our bedroom.

✧.* SMUT WARNING Jey had you on your side due to your belly as he pounded his dick inside of you, making you feel so full more than ever. You couldn't lie that you did enjoy pregnancy sex but were also worried about the baby.

Worried that his dick was poking onto the babies heard but Jey reassured you that yall little girl was okay. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head while your mouth parted.

He pushed his dick deeper inside of you, causing you to gasp softly while maintaining eye contact with him. Jey loves the way you were looking right now, just all miserable underneath him, letting him do whatever to you because that's your soon-to-be husband, of course.

He firmly grabbed you by the throat beating your super wet cunt in, causing you to whine.

"Fuckkk Josh..." you moaned. You never felt so full, especially when it came to him. He always made you feel good whenever.

Jey felt your walls clenching around him, causing him to let out a groan escape from his lips.

"C'mon mami, you gotta let daddy stretch his pussy out ight?" He continued to give you deep strokes while leaning forward towards you, placing a kiss on your soft lips.

Tiana loosened up a bit for him, letting him be in control. Normally, he would let you be in charge of things, but since you were pregnant, you didn't really want to do a lot of moving around that would instantly get you tired.

Jey was going In deep like he was in the ocean, your ocean to be exact, as he circled his hips, hitting your spot while your eyes were going into your skull.

"Give me this pussy mama, give it to me, watching yo' pretty ass take this dick." He whispered in your ear.

You took all it, causing you to feel like you were on cloud nine right now with him doing this to you, especially while you were pregnant. His groans, mixed with your moans, filled up the bedroom, along with the skin slapping that sounded out the room.

"Joshhhh shit." You whined into his neck as you felt a pit go down her stomach. You felt overwhelmed by this, and your legs were trembling underneath him.

He wanted her to feel every inch of him as you couldn't handle it anymore, so you tried to push him away by his stomach, but he wouldn't let up as he moved your hand away from his stomach.

"Don't do that baby. Be a good girl fo' me and take this shit I want you to make a mess on me." Jey rubbed his thumb over your clit causing you to twitch a bit.

He continued to firmly grip your throat, not trying to hurt you, as you felt your toes curling while his strokes got sloppier and sloppier.

He watched your facial expressions turn up while having a grin on his lips, watching you fall apart. You let out a loud moan, feeling your body shaking violently as you came all him along with tears streaming down your face.

Your breath felt shaky, and your chest heaved up and down, but he didn't care right now because he wasn't done yet. Even if you tapped his shoulder to signal him to slow down, he shook his head, refusing.

"Fuck that you better take this shit." He growled, determined to get his nut after yours.

Cursing under his breath as he continued to give you his strokes while his sweat was dripping down from his body, feeling his dick twitch inside of you.

After a few more thrusts, he let out a satisfying groan escape his lips while filling you up, making sure you got all of his warm seeds inside of you as he pulled out of you, watching it dripping out of you.

SMUT OVER.

Tiana and I were breathing heavily as I saw some tears coming from her face I leaned in forward kissing her lips to calm her down.

I wiped her tears away from her face as she stared into my eyes deeply, I massaged her thighs making her feel at ease due to them shaking violently.

After our little session, we laid down in the bed together, with her cuddled up in my chest. We both continued to watch the rest of Friday together, laughing and enjoying the movie together.

My hand was rubbing against her tummy, feeling Gigi's kicks as she put her hand on top of mine.

"I love you so much Tiana, and I love our little angel." I said.

Tiana smiled at me while placing a kiss on my lips, "I love you more, Bubba; I appreciate you so much. Even when I was dealing with Malakai's ass. You were always there for me." She wasn't wrong I knew she was the one for me when she walked into my tattoo shop I do appreciate Bianca for recommending her my shop.

If she hadn't, I wouldn't have met Tiana at all, and I would probably still be dealing with Kehlani, but now I have someone that I am calling my wife.

"You know I am here for you forever baby." I said, kissing the palm of her hand.

We continued to watch the movie together before drifting off to sleep. I can't wait for this baby shower this weekend.

Under Your Touch.

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uceyjucey: my two beautiful blessings 🫶🏼🤍 tianasworld: I love it here 😩😩 uceyjucey: @ tianasworld I do too mama 🫶🏼 biancabelairwwe: I LOVE THIS FOR YALL LIKE OMG 🥺🥺 uceyjucey: @ biancabelairwwe thanks sis ♥️ MontezFordWWE: I see you uceeee look at yall mane trinity_fatu: LOOK AT YALL BRO THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL jonathanfatu: I'm happy for you brother like fr fr got me tearing up and shit uceyjucey: @ jonathanfatu get yo' emotional ass outta my comments 😭😭 I'm playing. theylovelani: WHAT THE FUCK? tianasworld: @ theylovelani oops sorry little mama he's mine now should've done better to keep him. 🤭🤭

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A/n: sigh I am happy for Tiana fr fr she did it, she gotten out of an abusive relationship and found herself a fiancé I know Kehlani is crashing the fuck out right now and  Malakai in that jail cell.

But also I'm sad that this book is almost over with so y'all better be ready for that.

Anyways I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

Stay Ucey.

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the suyeol lore is so crazy

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just finished jade war. Um ‼️

[unproduciblesmackdown]

as ever like: no two things Need to be juxtaposed, much less like material vs material deathmatch Only One Can Be Good, much less am i thinking i have thee objective word on fuckall b/c who does and it's like perfectly boring & unserious whenever someone just throws out Takes that are just "i think...[xyz] is [adjective]" like okay.

but anyways thinking of how, though differing in execution in a lot of ways ofc, deh & bmc start out in a v similar place & explore a journey to self-acceptance from a despairing starting point....it feels like a lot of the hindrance in deh's exploration of its own Theme there is in like, hey. :) hand on your shoulder. it's okay b/c you'll be able to be more normal. whereas w/bmc it's that it's okay b/c you'll be able to be more abnormal