#going to start working this into conversation so I know who's house I can't eat at

[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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Either's fine, thanks."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Minho chuckles, obviously delighted by your silence. "Hmm, now, here's where it gets interesting. Changbin always comes back from the gym in a strangely good mood on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Weird coincidence, don't you think? And then there's the fact that he's been obsessively listening to 'APT,' which, coincidentally, is your favourite song at the moment. But it could be Chan, of course. So, Y/N, which one are you crushing on? Chan or Changbin?"

You keep your face buried in your book, trying desperately to hold back the smile threatening to betray you. Minho leans even closer, his voice a mischievous whisper now. "I'll find out eventually, you know. I always do."

His confidence is enough to make you roll your eyes, but you still don't look up. "You know, you really shouldn't date either of them, if I'm being honest," he says, dropping the teasing tone for something more sincere. "They're both sluts. Complete man-whores."

You finally look up, raising an eyebrow at him. "Really? That's your advice?" 

Minho shrugs. "Just being honest. They're both great, don't get me wrong, but they're not exactly the dating type. Especially Chan. If you go for him, you'll have to deal with, well, a rotating cast of exes. And as for Changbin? I mean, he's a good guy, but he's a flirt. A gym rat with a string of admirers. Not exactly a safe bet."

You hesitate, looking down at the highlighter in your hand, twirling it between your fingers. "I'm not dating the gym guy."

Minho raises an eyebrow, catching the careful phrasing. "No, but you like him," he says, almost smugly, as if he's finally gotten the answer he was looking for.

You sigh, knowing that the longer you stay silent, the more Minho is going to milk this for all it's worth. But admitting to anything is the last thing you want to do. Especially with the way Minho's grin is widening by the second.

"Fine," he says, letting it go for now. "But just know, Y/N, I'm keeping an eye on whoever it is. Chan or Changbin. And if he so much as looks at you wrong, I'll make him regret it." He smirks, clearly amused by the situation, but you can see the protective glint in his eye.

"Got it," you mumble, a smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. You lean back into your book, your mind wandering for a second. And as Minho goes back to his notes, you can't help but wonder how long you'll actually be able to keep this little secret under wraps.

Changbin steps into the gym on Thursday evening, scanning the rows of machines and weights until his gaze lands on you, running at a steady pace on the treadmill in the cardio section. A small grin pulls at his lips as he watches you, earbuds in, completely focused. You look determined, moving with an easy rhythm that makes it look effortless. He lingers for a second, then heads over to set up at the bench press, feeling a slight flutter of anticipation—almost like he knows you'll come over when you're done.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, you hop off the treadmill, unclipping the emergency stop cord from your waistband before making your way over to him with that familiar shy smile.

"Need a spotter?" you ask, glancing at the weights he's loading onto the bar.

"Absolutely," he says, grinning up at you as he lies back on the bench, gripping the barbell above him. He's barely positioned himself when he smirks up at you. "By the way, Minho's on a mission to crack this case. He's convinced one of his frat brothers is getting close to his best friend. It's becoming a full-blown investigation."

You roll your eyes, giving a soft laugh as you lean over the bar, keeping your hands ready just in case. "Trust me, I know. He already tried to warn me off you and Chan. He's narrowed it down to just the two of you."

"Damn," Changbin mutters, chuckling as he lifts the bar. "So Minho hasn't scared you off your hot gym man yet?"

You shake your head, your smile turning shy again. "Nope. Not yet."

"Good," he says, lowering the bar with control before pushing it back up. "Because I've been wanting to take you on a date."

You feel a flutter of nerves but manage a small smile. "Uh, no restaurants or anything. I don't... really like busy, public places."

"That's cool," Changbin says without hesitation, a grin spreading across his face. "How about this: we order food and go for a drive?"

Your smile widens at the suggestion, the idea warming you immediately. "That sounds... really nice."

He pushes the bar back up, settling it on the rack with a clink, then sits up, grabbing his towel to wipe the sweat from his brow. "Good. We'll make it happen." He takes a sip from his water bottle, glancing at you playfully. "Maybe I could even finally meet Lady?"

Your cheeks heat up, and you look away, fiddling with your fingers. "Oh, meeting my dog? That sounds... serious," you tease, trying to play it cool even though your heart's pounding a little.

He laughs, a low, genuine sound, and you can't help but smile wider. "Alright, alright. Baby steps. Lady can wait for date two."

"Maybe date three," you joke, enjoying the ease of the banter with him.

Changbin chuckles, lying back down for another set. He glances up at you with a softer, more vulnerable expression. "You know, I've actually been trying to figure out how to ask you out for months."

You blink, surprised, feeling your cheeks grow warmer. "Yeah? Since when?"

"Since... probably the first time I saw you here," he admits, his gaze flicking up to meet yours with a bit of shyness you don't usually see from him. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen. Knocked my confidence a bit."

Your heart skips a beat, and you feel a mix of embarrassment and thrill at his words. "I'm not... I didn't think you'd ever think that."

"Well, now you know," he says, flashing you that familiar, disarming smile before focusing back on his reps. "So what do you say? Drive, food, and good music?"

You nod, unable to hide your smile. "I'd love that."

He gives you a wink before getting back to his set, the two of you basking in the excitement of a plan finally set in motion.

Your apartment is a flurry of activity as Felix, Jeongin, Hyunjin, and Jisung practically take over, each of them intent on making sure you look perfect for tonight. Jeongin is rifling through your closet, half your clothes already thrown onto the bed as he mutters to himself about finding "the perfect fucking outfit." Lady, your Cocker Spaniel, is lying contentedly between Jisung and Felix on your bed, soaking up all the attention and treats they're sneaking her.

Jisung raises an eyebrow, watching Jeongin toss yet another sweater onto the growing pile. "Still haven't told Minho, huh?"

You shake your head, sighing a little as you run a hand through your hair. "Seeing how he's reacted so far, I just... want to do this without him interfering. At least for now. I don't need the lecture or the intense 'best friend investigation.'"

Felix grins, nodding approvingly. "Good call. Besides, Chan and Seungmin took him out to get absolutely fucked up, so he'll be out of your hair for tonight. They said something about tequila and karaoke."

You laugh, imagining Minho stumbling back home later, too trashed to grill anyone. "Poor Chan and Seungmin."

Felix shrugs, chuckling. "They signed up for it. Consider it their contribution to the cause."

As the guys continue fussing, Felix leans over to scratch Lady behind the ears, his voice dropping into a softer, sweeter tone. "I see why you named her Lady," he says, glancing up at you with a smile. "She's the same breed as Lady in Lady and the Tramp, right?"

You nod, feeling a fond smile tug at your lips as you reach over to pet her. "Yeah, exactly. Plus, she's got that gentle, regal vibe. Like, she's clearly above all the chaos in this room right now," you joke, gesturing to the mess of clothes and accessories scattered around.

Lady huffs softly as if she's affirming your statement, and Felix laughs, leaning back with a satisfied smile. "She's a queen."

Meanwhile, Jeongin pulls a few more pieces from your closet, his expression lighting up as he finally settles on an outfit. "Here!" he says triumphantly, holding up a pair of black flared pants, black platform Converse, and a cropped turtleneck with dramatic flared sleeves. "Perfect for a drive and some low-key food. Stylish but chill."

Hyunjin claps his hands excitedly. "Dibs on hair," he declares, grinning like he's just won the lottery.

Felix nudges him, smirking. "Fine, but I get dibs on makeup. Minimal, natural. We're talking date vibes, not Instagram glam."

You chuckle, watching them with a mix of amusement and affection. "You guys... I really appreciate all this. But it's just a casual date. Nothing crazy."

Jisung snorts, rolling his eyes. "Please, this is Changbin. He's wanted to take you out for ages, and he's gonna be blown away when he sees you tonight. So let us work our magic, alright?"

You laugh softly, feeling warmth bloom in your chest. "Okay, fine. Do your worst."

Jeongin hands you the outfit, looking proud of his selection. "Get changed, then. We've got work to do."

When you emerge from your bathroom wearing the outfit Jeongin picked out, feeling a little more confident than you expected. The black flared pants hug you in all the right places and the cropped turtleneck balances elegance with a hint of edge. Your platform Converse add a bit of height, and there's something about the whole look that feels right. Casual but with a touch of excitement that matches the anticipation building in your chest.

Felix claps his hands, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Perfect. Alright, sit down. We're going to make sure you look flawless." He gestures to the chair they've set up near your vanity, and you sit down, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves.

Hyunjin swoops in behind you, running his hands through your hair with a thoughtful hum. "Hmm, I think we'll go for a half-up, half-down look. Classic, but a little more interesting," he says, his fingers moving with the skill of someone who's done this a thousand times. He carefully sections off the top half of your hair, pinning it up with a few twists, leaving the rest of it to fall softly around your shoulders. As he works, he's focused, his lips pursed in concentration.

Felix leans close to your face, examining your skin with the scrutiny of an artist approaching a blank canvas. "Okay, we're going for a natural look. Just enhancing what you've already got," he says, giving you a reassuring smile. He picks up a light concealer, dabbing it under your eyes and blending it seamlessly. The brush strokes are soft, calming, and he gives you a small wink when he notices you relaxing.

As Felix continues with a bit of mascara and a soft blush, Jisung and Jeongin sit cross-legged on the floor, fussing over Lady. Jisung's holding her favourite chew toy, trying to keep her entertained as she watches you with her big, soulful eyes, clearly curious about all the attention you're getting.

"Look at Lady," Jeongin says, scratching behind her ears. "She's probably thinking, 'Why are all the humans acting so crazy today?'"

Jisung laughs, holding up the toy for Lady to bite on, which she does with a gentle tug. "Maybe she's just hoping she gets some of whatever's going on here," he teases, giving her a playful look. "Or maybe she's planning to come along on the date."

Lady wags her tail, looking between you and the boys with an almost amused expression, and you can't help but laugh, the warmth in the room making you feel more relaxed. She's a calming presence as if she understands the whole ritual is in good fun.

Felix is putting the finishing touches on your makeup, brushing a hint of soft pink on your lips. "Alright, let's see," he says, stepping back to admire his work. "Natural, effortless, exactly what we wanted. You look amazing."

Hyunjin steps back too, hands on his hips as he surveys his work with a nod. "I'll give myself a pat on the back. You look beautiful."

You look in the mirror, feeling the smallest hint of disbelief. They've enhanced everything subtly, yet it makes a world of difference. Your hair falls perfectly, and the natural makeup makes your features pop without looking overdone. You barely recognize yourself.

"Thank you, guys," you say softly, smiling as you look at each of them. "I- I feel really good."

Felix grins, ruffling your shoulder playfully. "You should feel good. Changbin's gonna lose his shit."

Jisung raises a brow, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Oh, he's definitely gonna be speechless. Mark my words."

Jeongin leans over, giving Lady a final pat before looking up at you with an approving nod. "If he doesn't fall head over heels tonight, he's got worse judgment than we thought."

You laugh, rolling your eyes. "You guys are impossible. But, seriously, thanks. I don't think I'd have gotten ready like this on my own."

Felix gives you a wink, crossing his arms with a satisfied look. "That's what we're here for. Now, go knock him dead."

With their words of encouragement echoing in your mind, you take a deep breath, ready for whatever tonight holds.

As you step out of your apartment building, a flutter of excitement rushes through you, mingling with a touch of nerves. You know the guys are still inside, making themselves at home. You can already picture Jisung sprawled on the couch, remote in hand as he flips through your streaming services, Felix cosying up with Lady, Jeongin raiding your fridge, and Hyunjin probably giving commentary on whatever they decide to watch. They insisted on being both your support squad and your alibi for the night, reassuring you with winks and grins as they promised to cover for you if Minho came snooping.

Out on the curb, you spot Changbin leaning casually against his car, arms crossed and a soft, genuine smile lighting up his face when he sees you. He's dressed in a simple black hoodie and jeans, but something about the way he's looking at you makes you feel like you're the only person in the world.

"Wow," he says as you approach, his voice low and a little awestruck. "You look... incredible."

Your cheeks warm, and you duck your head, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Thanks. The guys insisted on a full makeover. I think they enjoyed it a little too much."

Changbin laughs, stepping forward to open the car door for you. "Lucky me. They did a damn good job."

You slide into the passenger seat, still feeling a little giddy. Once Changbin's settled in the driver's seat, he glances over, nodding toward the centre console. "Go ahead, Bluetooth your phone. This is your night, so you're in charge of the playlist." He grins, putting the car in drive. "We'll hit a drive-through and then just... drive. Sound good?"

You smile, nodding as you pull up your phone's settings and connect it to the car's Bluetooth. "Perfect."

With a soft hum of excitement, he eases the car onto the road, the city lights starting to blur by as you both relax into the quiet, electric atmosphere. You navigate through the playlist you'd been curating in secret, choosing songs that feel like a mix of your personalities—a little upbeat, a little nostalgic.

After a few minutes, you pull up to the drive-through. Changbin raises his eyebrow as he glances at you, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Order whatever you want. Tonight, calories don't count."

You laugh, throwing a playful look his way. "I'm holding you to that."

After placing your orders, you wait, the sound of gentle music filling the silence. You can feel Changbin stealing glances at you, and every time you meet his gaze, he flashes that easy, confident smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

Once you have your food, Changbin pulls into a quiet side street, far from the city's hustle. He reaches up and presses a button, and to your surprise, the roof of his car begins to retract. The night sky opens up above you, dotted with stars and framed by the gentle glow of city lights in the distance.

Changbin glances over, his eyes bright with excitement. "Now we're really set," he says, taking a sip of his drink. "You ready for this?"

You nod, grinning as you unclip your seatbelt. Just as "She's Not Afraid" by One Direction begins to play, you feel a surge of courage and stand up, leaning out of the open roof with your arms spread wide, feeling the cool night air brush against your face and through your hair. The wind whips around you, and you can't help but laugh, feeling freer than you have in a long time.

Changbin chuckles, reaching over with one hand to hold the waistband of your flares, steadying you as you stand. "Just making sure my favourite gym girl doesn't go flying out of the car," he says, his voice teasing but protective.

You throw your head back, letting the music and the wind fill every inch of your senses. The stars above seem closer, the city lights glowing faintly in the distance as Changbin drives at a slow, steady pace. It feels surreal like something out of a dream.

When the song ends, you finally sit back down, a wide smile on your face, feeling exhilarated. You glance at Changbin, who's watching you with that soft, admiring expression.

"Having fun?" he asks, his voice warm, with just a hint of amusement.

"More than I've had in a long time," you admit, feeling a thrill in saying it aloud.

He nods, reaching over to give your hand a gentle squeeze. "Good. That's all I wanted for tonight."

Later that night, Changbin pulls up to your apartment building, the car idling quietly as the music fades into the background. The street is nearly silent, the glow from a nearby streetlamp casting a soft light over the car's interior. You turn to him, feeling a lingering thrill from the night. The open sky, the music, the easy laughter. He's watching you with that soft, warm smile that has become all too familiar, his eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and something tender.

There's a moment of silence, both of you lingering in the atmosphere, unwilling to break it. Slowly, Changbin leans across the console, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips. You close the distance, meeting him halfway as your lips brush softly against his, a gentle, lingering kiss that feels warm and right. It's a light kiss, sweet and filled with unspoken promises. You can feel the faint smile on his lips, and it makes your heart pound even faster.

Pulling back, you meet his gaze, still smiling. "Good night, Changbin," you whisper, your voice barely above a murmur.

He grins, his eyes shining as he leans back in his seat. "Good night. Sweet dreams."

With a shy smile, you slip out of the car and head into your building, feeling his gaze follow you until you're inside. Your heart is still racing as you climb the stairs, the memory of his kiss lingering, the warmth of the moment wrapping around you.

When you open the door to your apartment, you're greeted by the chaotic scene of Jisung, Jeongin, Hyunjin, and Felix sprawled out on the floor, half-buried in blankets, tugging on one of Lady's toys while she barks playfully, her tail wagging wildly.

Felix is the first to notice you, his eyes lighting up as he scrambles up. "Well?!" he demands, a grin spreading across his face as the other three turn to look at you with eager anticipation.

You feel your cheeks flush, but you can't help the smile that breaks out on your face. "We were driving down this quiet road," you begin, sinking onto the couch as they all gather around, listening intently. "He lowered the roof, and I stood up, just felt the wind and the stars. I felt so free."

Felix sighs, his eyes softening. "That sounds magical. But, most importantly," he says with a mischievous smirk, "how hot did Changbin look?"

You laugh, covering your face for a second before letting out a quiet, "Too hot. And those muscles? Way too muscly for his own good."

Hyunjin sighs dramatically, nodding in agreement. "Amen. If he was gay or bi, I'd be licking those biceps without a second thought."

Jisung snorts, rolling his eyes. "Don't be a bitch, Hyunjin—bite them like a damn apple."

Hyunjin bursts into laughter, smacking Jisung on the shoulder. "God, you're right. Can't waste a moment being subtle about it."

Jeongin, looking both amused and sceptical, crosses his arms. "So, it was good then? Like, he was the real deal?"

You nod, a little smile playing on your lips. "Yeah. It was perfect. I mean, he's got that tough guy look, but he's surprisingly gentle. Like, he's a real gentleman. It's kind of weird, in the best way."

Jeongin's eyes widen, and he exchanges a look with Felix. "Changbin? A gentleman?" he says, the disbelief clear in his voice.

"Right?" Felix laughs, but his expression softens as he looks at you. "I guess there's a lot we don't see. Sounds like he's got a soft spot for you."

You nod slowly, your heart still fluttering from the memory of the night. "Maybe."

Hyunjin grins, settling back into his spot on the floor with a sigh. "Well, that settles it. Changbin's a romantic, confirmed."

Jisung flops beside him, giving you a wink. "Better hold onto that one. Sounds like you got a good thing going."

A few days after your date with Changbin, you find yourself once again in the Alpha Phi frat house, tucked away in Minho's room with a pile of textbooks and notes scattered across the bed. The familiar routine of studying together has a comforting rhythm, and for the first hour or so, it's just you and Minho working quietly, the occasional soft murmur as he explains something or you ask a quick question.

But Minho, as you've learned, has a way of bringing up things when you least expect it.

"So," he says casually, flipping through his notes, "this really funny thing happened when I was out drinking with Chan and Seungmin a few days ago."

You hum noncommittally, half-focused on a chapter about behavioral triggers in dogs. But his tone has that teasing edge that makes you brace yourself.

Minho continues, barely glancing up from his notes, though you catch the smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I was a little tipsy, feeling sentimental, so I walked over to your apartment afterward to check in. And lo and behold—Changbin's car was parked outside. And there you were, in the car with him. Then, you two kissed."

You freeze, eyes glued to your textbook even though you're no longer reading the words. A nervous flutter rises in your chest, but you keep your focus on the page, determined not to give anything away.

"Oh, so we're going with the silent treatment?" Minho says, leaning closer with a raised eyebrow. "Look, I don't want to be the one to burst your bubble, but he's not going to be good to you, Y/N. You know that, right?"

You finally glance up, meeting his gaze. "He's... he's really nice, Min," you say softly, still feeling a bit shy admitting it aloud.

Minho sighs, shaking his head with a touch of frustration. "Nice? Sure, he might act nice. But I know this guy, okay? Changbin doesn't do relationships, and he sure as hell doesn't do loyalty. All he'll do is cause you stress, and that's the last thing you need."

He watches you carefully, his tone softening slightly. "I'm just looking out for you. This nice guy act? I've seen it a thousand times before, and it always goes the same way."

"Really?" you ask, hesitating but unable to keep a hint of doubt out of your voice. Changbin's kindness had felt genuine, his easy laughter and warmth something you hadn't expected to find with him.

Minho nods, his gaze steady. "Yes, really. You trust me, right?"

You nod slowly, even as a part of you aches at the thought of doubting Changbin. "I do," you murmur.

Minho's expression softens as he reaches out, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Then trust me when I say Changbin is not good for you. He might be fun and charming, but he's a distraction at best. And the last thing you need is more stress in your life."

You sit in silence for a moment, turning his words over in your head before glancing back at him. "Can you trust me, though? That I know what I'm doing?"

Minho pauses, his jaw working as he considers this, a mixture of exasperation and resignation in his expression. Finally, he sighs, though there's a reluctant smile tugging at his lips. "Fine. But if he hurts you, I swear to god, I'm taking his kneecaps, toes, fingers, hell, I'll take his dick and balls too. All of it. Gone. He won't know what hit him."

A giggle slips out, and you try to stifle it, pressing your hand over your mouth as you look at him. "You're ridiculous."

"I'm serious," Minho insists, his expression deadpan. "I'll do it. Now come on"

Minho practically drags you down the stairs, his grip firm but playful as he leads you into the living room where the rest of the guys are lounging. You can feel a mix of anticipation and dread bubbling up; it's rare to see Minho this fired up, and knowing him, he's going to make this as dramatic as possible.

The moment you step into the room, everyone looks up, curiosity sparking in their eyes. Changbin straightens a little from his spot on the couch, already sensing that Minho's about to make some kind of proclamation.

Minho clears his throat, crossing his arms as he addresses the room, but mostly Changbin. "Changbin, I'm here to say that you have my temporary blessing to date my little introvert here." He gives you a quick, affectionate look, then narrows his eyes back at Changbin. "However, I now have a very long list of threats specifically tailored for you."

The room erupts in laughter, and Jisung pats the space between himself and Felix, waving you over. You slip between them, both of them immediately wrapping their arms around you, pulling you into a cozy hug. Jisung's head rests against yours as he whispers, "This is gonna be good," a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Minho doesn't waste any time. He turns back to Changbin, holding up a finger. "Threat number one: if you so much as make her feel a single moment of unnecessary stress, I'll personally re-rack every single one of your weights out of order. Every. Single. Time. You'll never have another peaceful lift again."

Changbin chuckles, nodding along, but you can see the slight alarm in his eyes. Minho's already warmed up.

"Threat number two," Minho continues, stepping closer with an exaggeratedly serious expression. "If you ever, ever forget one of her favourite songs or mess up a music recommendation, well, let's just say I'll swap out your protein powder with powdered laxatives. Enjoy leg day with that little surprise."

The guys burst into laughter, and Jisung squeezes you tighter, practically cackling as he leans into you. "Minho is a fucking menace," he mutters between laughs, wiping a tear from his eye.

Minho ignores the laughter, his gaze locked on Changbin as he continues, "Threat number three: if you make her cry, I'll dig up all your gym playlists and replace them with the entire soundtrack of High School Musical. And it'll be on repeat."

Changbin's face goes pale, and he shakes his head in mock horror. "Minho, you're a monster."

Minho grins. "You haven't seen anything yet. Threat number four: if you ever forget to bring her snacks, or God forbid, you bring her snacks she doesn't like, I'll switch every one of your pre-workouts with decaf. All gains? Gone."

Felix snickers beside you, covering his mouth with his hand. "That's brutal," he whispers, barely holding back his laughter.

"And that's not all," Minho says, holding up his hand to silence the murmurs of laughter around the room. "Threat number five: if you don't treat her with respect every single damn day, I'm not just taking kneecaps. I'll personally put laxatives in your protein powder until you shit out your intestines"

At this, even Changbin laughs, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, Minho. I get it. Message received."

But Minho's on a roll, and there's no stopping him now. "If you ever make her feel uncomfortable, I'll write 'I love cardio' on every single one of your lifting shirts in permanent marker."

Jeongin gasps in mock horror, clutching his chest. "The ultimate betrayal"

Minho keeps his gaze on Changbin, crossing his arms. "And let me make myself perfectly clear, if you hurt her, I'm not just talking about kneecaps. I'll take your fingers, and your dick and balls. All of it. Gone. One wrong move, and you'll be hobbling around like an anatomy lesson gone wrong. I swear to god."

The room bursts into laughter, Jisung squeezing you tighter as he snickers into your shoulder, and Felix shakes his head, grinning ear to ear.

Changbin raises his hands, looking mildly exasperated but also amused. "Sooo... can I kiss her now?" he asks, looking at Minho with a raised brow.

Minho's face twists in outrage. "That's all you're thinking about?! I just threatened to take your balls!"

Changbin waves a hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. Kneecaps, fingers, balls, trust me, it's all noted. Can I kiss her now? Because, to be honest, Minho, I need you to shut the fuck up for two seconds so I can actually kiss my girl."

Everyone's laughter dies down, and they watch with rapt attention as Changbin takes a step closer to you, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. He glances at Minho, who's grumbling under his breath, rolling his eyes before turning to sit dramatically on the armrest of the couch, as if he's exhausted from the whole ordeal.

Changbin leans down, hands resting on the back of the couch as he looks at you with that familiar, warm gaze. "Come here, you," he murmurs, his voice soft but with a hint of playfulness.

You feel your cheeks heat up, but you can't help smiling as you lean up to meet him. His lips brush against yours, a gentle, sweet kiss that deepens just enough to make your heart race. It's soft but electrifying, and for a moment, the whole room seems to disappear, leaving just the two of you. The kiss feels right, like a promise, and you barely notice the excited murmurs and chuckles from your friends, until, of course, Minho breaks the moment.

"Oh, fuck me," Minho groans dramatically, gagging loudly and turning his head away, making exaggerated retching sounds. "I'm actually gonna throw up."

Jisung and Felix collapse into fits of laughter, Felix clapping his hands together as he shakes with silent laughter. Hyunjin and Jeongin are practically rolling on the floor, clutching their stomachs as Minho continues to dry heave.

You pull back from the kiss, laughter bubbling up in your chest. And maybe it's the confidence Changbin gives you or just the vibe of the moment, but without even thinking, you grin mischievously and say, "Just wait until we have sex in the house."

The room falls silent for a moment as everyone stares at you, eyes wide in shock that you, of all people, would say something like that. Then, in unison, Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, Jeongin, and Seungmin erupt into cheers and applause, hooting and hollering as if you've just announced the winning goal in a championship game.

"Y/N!" Felix practically shrieks, laughing so hard he's wiping tears from his eyes. "I did not know you had that in you!"

Hyunjin slaps the arm of the couch, gasping through laughter. " Changbin, she's keeping you on your toes!"

Meanwhile, Minho has his head buried in his hands, shaking his head with a pained expression. "I don't need to hear this! My poor innocent friend. Corrupted by this muscle-headed bastard!" He mock-dry heaves again, to everyone's endless amusement.

Jisung can barely keep himself upright as he laughs, leaning heavily on you. "Oh my god, Minho, are you going to survive this?"

Minho peeks over at you with a look of pure exasperation, though there's an unmistakable glint of pride mixed with his irritation. "I swear, if I hear one noise, one single suspicious sound, I'm taking every pillow, every blanket, and every goddamn piece of furniture out of this house."

Changbin just smirks, wrapping an arm around you as he pulls you closer. "Duly noted, Minho," he says, winking at him. "Guess we'll just have to keep things quiet."

Minho groans, covering his ears as everyone bursts into laughter again, the living room filled with a mix of teasing, cheers, and the undeniable sense that, despite Minho's threats, this might just be the start of something truly amazing.

[thenwethrowitonthefire]

Shout-out to everyone who survived a "fun" easter with the family

[tyunniez]

converse high... bttm male reader

!!.. this has to be my worst work yet,, uhh rough sex, creampie, kinda vanilla ngl, not proofread idfk also bts ref borahae 💜

you jumped around in excitement to see one of your favorite group is finally going on tour! and they're coming to your city!

you immediately rushed to check the tickets, choosing the vip standing seat. " wait, how much money do I have left? " you stopped yourself before making a bad decision.

you looked at your bank account and almost passed out. you're broke as hell.

" why the hell am I so broke? " you questioned yourself, trying to find a genuine reason.

you scanned throughout your room till your eyes landed on your closet. " ah. that's why. "

multiple articles of clothing brimmed your closet causing it to overfill, making you slightly grimace at how your clothing rail was holding on for its dear life.

you recently went on another shopping haul after seeing your favorite idol adorning a new collection that was released by your favorite fashion brand.

you just had to get it.

yeah, maybe you had a bit of a spending problem..

your parents have spoiled you since birth because you're their one and only child. no, you weren't wealthy. you had to take on jobs multiple times, but hey hard work pays off!

you were currently on your break, and you intended to spend it going shopping till you went broke but unfortunately, due to you blowing your money to buy another vip standing ticket, that money mysteriously vanished.

" hmm.. is there any job I can do right now? " you rolled around in bed while scrolling through your phone, trying to find any quick gag you could do to earn some cash.

you ended up throwing your phone to the wall, groaning aloud when you could find none.

" i'm so lazy! not to mention my piles of assignments... " you sighed to yourself, opting to go downstairs instead to eat your sorrows away.

you were greeted by both of your parents downstairs, your mom already getting started on making lunch. " oh dear, what's wrong? you look stressed. "

you go to stand beside her, washing your hands in the process to help her cook. " I'm looking for a job to buy a ticket for a concert. my fav group is coming here you know! " you complained to your mom.

you grab the onion and began slicing it, shedding a few tears meanwhile. your mom thinks to herself, turning to you with an idea.

" you know our neighbor is actually looking for someone to babysit her kid. the pay is quite good since her kid is quite.. naughty. " you stared at the soup you were stirring and hummed.

" i can send you the details if you're interested, dear. " you nodded and decided to see how much would the pay be, who knows it might be enough.

a bonus is the kid has a total hottie as her brother!

you took one look at the pay and were sold immediately. you did the math and doing this for the amount of time needed will be more than enough.

i mean, babysitting can't be that hard, right?

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you sighed nervously as you finally approached the front door, your tote bag on your shoulder with everything you needed inside. you knocked on the door, anxiously waiting for the mom to greet you.

instead, you were greeted by someone else. " you the new babysitter? "

you stuttered, brain short-circuiting. instead of answering, you stared at the man in front of you.

the red-haired cocked his head to the side, waiting for you to answer with a raised brow. " hello? you there? " he asked in an annoyed tone.

" oh, oh yeah sorry. y-yeah, i'm the new babysitter. " you gripped the strap of your tote bag, trying your best to maintain eye contact with the man in front of you.

he hummed and opened the door wider for you to come in. you excused yourself and stepped into the house.

you walked up to ms. moore to greet her but before you could say anything she rushed towards you, her bag already in her hand.

" oh yn dear! i was just about to leave! thank god you're here. so there's money on the counter in case maya wants anything to eat. you can ask my son for any help. i'll be back before one so i hope you can withstand.. "

before you could ask any questions, she already rushed her way out towards the door. " jason, you better help the babysitter this time! thank you again and i'll see you when i get back, dear! "

with a slam of the door, she was gone.

you stood there, trying to process the information she just dumped on you. in your shocked state, jason gave you a pat on the shoulder. " she always does that. good luck dealing with that devil. ", was all he said before leaving you alone.

" maya, go easy on him! " he shouted upstairs.

you turned to the kid staring at you from the couch, a little concerned about what he just said. you've dealt with kids before, this will be easy.

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god, you regretted even thinking that.

there was a reason why babysitters kept dropping out like flies. this kid might as well come straight from hell!

you let out a long sigh as you crashed onto the sofa. you finally managed to put maya to sleep. though you couldn't really relax, still scared she might pull something with you thinking she was asleep.

" don't worry she's asleep. " you looked to the side to see jason slipping next to you on the couch, remote in his hand as he scrolled through various movies.

you let out another sigh, leaning your head back against the headrest and closing your eyes. you crossed your legs over one another, inspecting your slightly dirty converse high.

you peered over next to you, silently admiring jason.

you observed how his grown-out wolf cut, his red-haired that was now washed out is slightly messy, making it look like he just rolled out of bed.

your eyes were especially glued to his piercings. from his industrial to his snake bite, god he has so much.

you were more so drawn to his lips, that you could see his tongue-piercing. he purposely toyed with it, flicking his tongue out to tease you.

he licked his lips ever so slowly, his pink tongue grazing over his lower lip, not forgetting to graze over his snake bite. you gulped and looked away to try to get your mind on something else.

you didn't want to pop a boner in someone else's house!

" had enough already? " his sultry voice suddenly asked. you whipped your neck to look at him, eyes wide like a deer caught in a headlight, did he catch me staring..?

you cleared your throat and grabbed a nearby pillow to try to cover your growing hard-on.

" w-what're you talking about? " you glued your eyes towards the tv, trying to seem as unbothered as you can, thou the stuttering clearly gave it away..

jason rolled his eyes and discarded the pillow you were clinging onto, " oh come on, don't play dumb now. "

he pinned you down on the couch, caging you in leaving you no choice but to look at him.

" don't tell me you didn't notice at all.. "

you tried your best to look at him in the eyes, trying to figure out what he was talking about. well, he was really touchy.. his hands always found their way to touch you no matter.

he always knows just where and when to linger his touches to make you slightly flustered, the way he held your waist earlier still not leaving your eyes.

he also never took his eyes off of you ever since you stepped into his house. his eyes always trailing over to wherever you are, observing whatever the hell you are doing.

your cheeks got redder as you turned your head to the side, trying to hide from his gaze. " see i know you were a smart boy, now how far are you willing to go, bunny? "

you clasped your hand over your mouth, eyes rolling back to the back of your head. this is all too lewd!

you peeked down to look at him and the view below you was breathtaking.

jason's messy hair was now slicked back with his sweat, his big hands holding your legs open as his tongue worked its way on your dick. you could feel his tongue piercing along it, the added sensation making your thigh quiver.

you slowly released your hold on your own mouth, breath shaky. " jason, i-i'm close.. " your meal voice was shaky from the amount of pleasure you were experiencing.

he hummed and just continued to suck you, his hand now fondling your balls, massaging them as if to coax you to release.

you gripped the bedsheet below you, the warmth of his mouth mixed with the occasional cold feeling of his piercing was driving you over the edge. with a loud moan, you finally released in his mouth, eyes closing in bliss.

jason swallowed it all, making sure not to leave any drop behind. you didn't know whether to feel grossed out by it or not.

" ready to move on now bunny? " jason asked you while grabbing a bottle of lube, squirting a glob of it on his fingers. you silently nodded and watched as he squirted another glob on your hole.

" cold.. " you whined at him, feeling the chilliness of the lube. " don't worry, i'll warm you right up bunny. " he smiled.

he first inserted one finger into you slowly, letting you get used to the feeling. he began slowly moving it, occasionally grazing over that spot that made you see stars.

he then inserted another and another, steadily picking up his pace and getting more rougher as time went on. your eyes shoot back open as you kept your lips as tight as you could.

you were close and jason seemed to know this too.

before you could reach your climax, he swiftly pulled his fingers out. you looked up at him in confusion, dumbfounded as to why he stopped. " w-why'd you stopped? "

he took off his boxer, tossing it somewhere else. " don't tell me you were gonna cum just from that. the real fun begins now, bunny "

you watched as jason stroked his own dick, pouring lube on it. he was big. maybe too big for you. " are you sure it'll fit.. " you asked him while your eyes still trained on it.

" don't worry.. " he aligned himself with your hole, " i'll make it fit. "

with that, he shoved himself into you, the student action made you let out a loud moan. your eyes instantly teared up from the sudden stretch. you bit your lips to make sure no other noise escaped from you.

he was so big and you felt so.. full. his tip perfectly kissed your prostate, almost as if you were molded just for him.

" look at you taking it so well.. i knew i should've stuffed you full the moment i saw you. "

you stifled another incoming moan. your hands both covered your face, trying to hide your flushed face. two hands suddenly held onto your wrist, effectively prying your hands off of your face.

" don't hide this gorgeous face from me now. "

his own fingers intertwined with your own as he pounded into you roughly, going fast and aggressive from the start. a string of moans left your lips, your voice shaky due to how fast he was.

soon, one of his hands sneaked its way onto your thigh, hoisting it up. you almost screamed from how much deeper he was inside you. you didn't think it was even possible.

" jasonn, i'm near.. " you whined. your own dick bounced and twitched begging for release. " i'm close too, bunny.. cum with me, yeah? "

you nodded while jason held onto your ankles, his fingers digging into the fabric of your converse high. he somehow began speeding up, chasing his own climax.

you closed your mouth with your own hand, knowing damn well your moans were echoing throughout the house already.

with no warning whatsoever, you felt the warm liquid soon filling your inside, dropplings of it escaping from your hole. the feeling of being filled with jason's thick cock mixed with his own cum running down your ass caused you to also release.

you shut your eyes as your release painted your stomach white, some of it landing on jason's.

after a few moments of silence, he then let go of your ankles, slowly pulling out. you winced at the feeling of emptiness. you rolled to the side, jason also crawling next to you.

you soon almost lull yourself to sleep before remembering that tomorrow you have to babysit maya. oh god maya. you prayed she was sleeping like a baby and didn't hear anything.

" shit.. i honestly can't feel my legs and i still have to babysit maya tomorrow... " you groaned out loud next to him, trying to brainstorm an idea on how to babysit that devil in your current state.

jason only laughed next to you. talking about how he'll figure out a way to deal with her tomorrow. you hope he will since you can't miss the pay...

[yanderefarm]

yandere crime lord x sadistic male reader

cw;; torture, burn wounds, blood, gore, stockholm syndrome, yandere, drugs, kidnapping, murder, smoking, cruel reader

here he is.... my most fucked up bby girl. i wrote this a little differently than the others... i had a different vibe in mind.

achilles is the eldest son of a notorious mob family, the second most powerful in charge right under his father. he makes lots of big decisions, like his recent attempts to take over a smaller gang with cruelty and force. unfortunately being a sexy big shot comes with its own little vices, achilles likes smoking for instance. nasty habit especially for someone in his position, doesn't he realize how vulnerable he is when he's taking a smoke break? so easy for you to drug.

you flick some of the cigarette ash towards the man in question. he's on his knees arms tied behind his back and duct tape over his mouth. he keeps shooting you dirty looks. it's funny.

"such a waste..."

you run a red room service on the dark web. essentially, anyone with enough money can hire you to kidnap and torture whoever they want. some people hire you to make elaborate snuff videos with their desires all written out for you, other people let you and your audience decide what kind of torture would take place over your live streams. that's where the handsome man in front of you came from, the gang he'd been destroying had bought your services.

you had already explained that to him, as well as mocked him for his cigarette habit. now you were letting one of the cigarettes burn before your stream actually started, you didn't actually smoke it choosing instead to let him watch you waste it. his scowl was hot.

his screams were hotter. the first hour in, you had him covered in cigarette burns and his stomach flinching away from your touch. the second hour in, he had multiple gashes all over his trembling body. the third hour in, he had finally started to sob and his body was covered in lovely bruises.

"sorry guys, we can't kill him yet. but that means we get a toy for a little while!" you gripped his hair and brought his tear stained face up to the camera. "say goodbye to our friend!"

and that ended your first stream with your new toy. you cleaned him up and brought him to his new room.

"you'll probably be the show tomorrow unless I get another job. eat up." you gave him a nice dinner and pulled the duct tape off his mouth.

"... when will I die?"

"dunno. good work chilles, sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning."

that's how it began. the guy ended up being your show about half the week for the next two months. never enough to kill him and every day you cleaned up his wounds and took good care of him. he never cursed you or complained about his place he would ask you questions and thank you for the food. it was pleasant conversation, he was a nice companion in your otherwise drab life.

it was halfway into the third month when you got news that those gang members who hired you were dead. you'd been waiting the whole time for them to pay for you to kill achilles and now it was never coming. at least you made good money from your streams in the meantime.

"you're free to go." you stood in the doorway of achilles's room.

his eyes looked at you, slowly widening as he realized what you said. "wh.. why?"

"m gonna drug you up and drop you in front of your house. you won't know where you were but I'd really appreciate if you didn't try to come after me at all. "

"why are you letting me go? did something happen?"

"you should quit smoking by the way. maybe i won't be able to get you-"

you saw something in his eyes snap. those eyes that had been practically blank the whole time even when the torture made him lose his voice from screaming. now they were dark and hazy, significantly more threatening than he'd been before. he crawled on his hands and knees to your leg and looked up at you with tears in his eyes.

"why....? am i not.. did i do it wrong? i can be a good toy."

you were caught off guard by his reaction. "uh... well uh the guys who hired me like... they died without paying me to kill you. so like... i don't have a reason to keep you?"

"how much?"

"huh??"

"how much do you need to keep me?"

you reached down and gently carded your hand through his hair. "you don't want to stay here, dumbass."

"yes I do." he nuzzled his head into your hand.

"you really want to stay here and get tortured until you die? use your brain."

his darkened eyes looked up at you with the most pathetic look. "i want to stay with you."

"fuck" he's cute? he's cute. "ok...jesus, lets do this. you go home, get reunited with your family, try to get back to normal life. and I'll contact you so if you still want to be LITERALLY tortured over living your normal life I'll bring you back. ok?"

"you'll actually come get me, right?"

"yeah. I'll get you and I won't even make you pay."

"I'll be back soon." he rubbed his head against your leg. "please get your favorite tools ready."

[miyagic]

Family Isn't Blood

James Potter x reader

SUMMARY: James tells his girlfriend jokes, inspired by the ones his father uses to tell his mother, really stupids and not funny at all, but all you can think about is how cute he is to think they are actually funny, what makes you understand something.

MARAUDERS MASTERLIST a/n: You don't have a defined house. Remus and Sirius aren't dating, but they have a thing.

a/n: this is justt fluff, I didn't liked so much, but alright. Tell me what you think!

w/c: 1k

English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes!!

JAMES looked at Euphemia, who was making their lunch while he and Fleamont set the table. Sirius is still sleeping, normally James wakes up early (not so much), but today he woke up later than usual.

"You should bring your girlfriend next time, Jamie" Euphemia smiled at him.

"I know, mom. I told her to come, but her parents had already planned the trip." James rolled his eyes slightly.

"What trip?" Fleamont asked, not following the conversations about James' infamous girlfriend with Euphemia.

"[Name] went with his parents to Italy" right after she finishes speaking, Sirius comes down the stairs with the greatest laziness ever seen.

"[Name]? She went to Italy?"

"Yes Pads, she said that in front of you" James scoffed.

"She said?"

"Boys, now I really don't care about Sirius' memory loss, I finished lunch and now let's eat" Effie started bringing the food to the table.

Everyone sat at the table, each eating as much as they wanted. Fleamont then looked at the sodas on the table, and started laughing, leaving everyone else confused.

"Fleamont, what's gotten you?" Euphemia looked at him strangely.

"Guys" he laughs, not finishing the sentence. "Guys... I was thinking about something"

"Here it comes," Effie murmured, sighing.

Fleamont laughs a little more "What do you call a can opener that doesn't work?"

"What?" James spoke.

"A can't opener" Fleamont laughs again as if he had said the funniest joke in the world.

James starts laughing like his father, making Sirius join them, Euphemia also laughs, while shaking her head, but not at the joke itself, but at the chaotic family that she love so much.

———☆———

ON THE RETURN to Hogwarts, James and Sirius met Peter and Remus along the way.

"Prongs," Remus called, "Where is [Name]?"

"She's going with her friends on the train, we'll probably only see each other at Hogwarts" James replies, a little sullenly. "Pads?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you remember dad's jokes? My mom always laughs"

"Prongs, no" knowing Monty's jokes, and his friend, Remus intervenes, knowing Sirius would probably only encourage it.

"Moons, if my mother, a woman, likes my father's jokes, [Name] would like them too, and me more, right??" Remus and Peter looked at each other.

"Go and get your girl with the jokes, Prongsie!!" Sirius puts his arm around James's shoulders.

"This is going to be a catastrophe" Peter said, shaking his head and Remus just sighed.

———☆———

LATER, at Hogwarts, all the students sit in the main hall, the new students being sorted. This year, so far, most of them have been sorted into Ravenclaw, some Hufflepuffs, some Gryffindors and a few Slytherins.

At the "marauders table", you sat next to James, across from Remus.

“Princess” James looked at you. Trying to remember his dad jokes.

“Jamie” you look at him, maintaining loving eye contact, James’ eyes looked nervous, almost restless, but confident.

"Do you know what you call a can opener that doesn't work?" he tried to copy his father's tone and phrase.

"Um, no?" You furrow your eyebrows, how a can opener doesn't work at all?

"A can't opener" James started laughing again, really looking like he said the funniest thing in the world. Sirius laughed too.

These man's are not normal.

Remus taps his forehead, sighing and shaking his head while Peter grimaces but smiles a little.

James looks at you expectantly, to which you smile widely, but not at the joke itself.

"Did you like it?" his eyes used to shine, James never stopped smiling, his smile bright and full of teeth.

"Yes, I liked it" you smile, not wanting to ruin his happiness, if it's something he likes, you like it too.

James smiles even more, if that were possible and lets out a dreamy sigh, relaxing his shoulders, "my dad usually tells my mom these jokes. They invited you to spend the next vacation there" James takes your hand "you will, right?"

You shake his hand, "of course, if you want me there that much" he kisses your hand.

"Prongs, why don't you tell the one about the dog?" Sirius slams his hand on the table, grinning like a madman. Remus hits him on the head, whispering "stop", Peter chuckles, as Sirius looks at him with his normal drama.

"Ahh yes!! That one is really good" James laughs "Get ready" he clears his throat, you look at Remus with wide eyes, whatever was coming wasn't good. "Oh, what do you call a magical dog?"

Remus shakes his head furiously at you, but James looked so cute that you couldn't resist asking "how?"

"A Labracadabrador" James laughs madly, bringing tears to his eyes, Sirius laughs just as much. Peter laughs a little too, but not as much as Sirius and James. You and Remus looked at each other.

You look at James, he looked so adorable laughing and actually thinking the jokes are good and you can't help but smile sweetly at him.

"Oh" James gasps "I have another one! Calm down" he takes a deep breath. "Why don't koalas count as bears? Because they don't have the right koalifications" and James bursts into laughter again, Sirius along with him and this time Peter too.

And you can only look at your boyfriend, how sweet he looks right now. James tells another joke, but you don't even hear it, you just look at him, smiling endlessly.

For a moment you even think that it would be impossible for him to actually find the jokes funny, but then you remember: it's James, your playful boyfriend who loves to laugh and especially make others laugh, who he loves to laugh.

So you laugh, not at the joke, but for James. And Remus laughs, for Sirius.

Your little family, full of love, laughter and affection. Your real family, real home. Where you should always be.

And then you understand, as Sirius and Remus also understood, after fighting so hard, that family Isn't blood. Family is your home and you have finally found it.

Your little family.

Your little home.

——————✮——————

[shaisuki]

𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗘

ft. bully! gojo satoru and geto suguru

content warnings major timeskip flashbacks, talks about overdosing, harassment.

notes i promise next chapter would be the start.

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SERIES MASTERLIST

synopsis a old memory surfaces

the rolling of the wheel of the lighter ignited a small flame then it dies down. there's a few clicking before it produces a fire and suguru watched in a bored manner. following the lighter's fire touched the tip of the cigarette and then followed by a smoke. the brunnete inhales before exhaling the smoke. humming as she glances at his friends. impatient from the looks of it.

years of being friends with these two and one could say she's used to the duo's shenanigans and yet, it was still fucking unbelievable how these two creates trouble and her taking the brunt of it. the memory of you unmoving while being connected to machines still replays in her mind.

“god forbid you two for existing.” shoko started. taking a puff from her cigarette. the stick between her slender fingers glowing brightly. “strong words, sho.” suguru commented. “what we did do for you to say that?” satoru grumbles. chewing the candy he was eating out of his frustration. it's not like for shoko to say things like that knowing that she leaves them do whatever it pleases them.

“you know damn well.” shoko flicks the cigarette. the ashes dancing before it disappears in the wind before putting the cigarette in her lips.

suguru then took a puff of his smoke and sighs. he knows where this conversation is going. “what happened to her, sho?” taking the sight of the lawn below him while he leans on the railing of their frat house. satoru who was earlier grumbling stops and listened to what shoko have to say about you.

“she overdosed and was in coma for two days, you idiots.” shoko revealed them and satoru was the first to say something about it. “overdosed?” he let out a laugh. disbelief painted on his face.

“and how we are involved in this?” suguru raises a brow at her and shoko remains looking in the front. not sparing a glance to the two idiots besides her. “do i really need to tell you two? you were all over her since last semester and for all i know is both of you are fucking her! literally and figuratively. you sick fucks!” shoko without blinking tell them. never they did see shoko to be so worked up.

“calm down shoko. we're just playing with her and we didn't know that she'll end up there. maybe, she was experimenting.” fixing his glasses as he explained to shoko but she was having none of it and the cigarette burns faster as she took a long deep breath from it.

“we thought she was tipsy that night. we didn't know she done it.” suguru added.

“i can't believe you two! and seriously experimenting? what the fuck is that thinking, satoru! and you suguru, of all people! i thought you were the empathetic one. you left her to die, you fucking assholes!” shoko said enraged. throwing her cigarette in anger and pulling another one. struggling to light the goddamn lighter. geto grabs the lighter from her. it smoothly lights as he clicks the lighter and shoko lights her cigarette. “i just can't believe you two were capable of that.” shoko sighs, rubbing a tense spot in her head. she got a headache and two literal headaches as her friends.

fuck, how did that happen. you were fine and maybe you were a little tipsy when they left you and it was nothing serious about it. you were being stubborn that night and how the fuck did you end up overdosing yourself. he just can't believe it.

suguru looks at shoko. the dark circles below her eyes got darker than it was. late hours shifts as an intern does this to her and he thinks about you. he kept an eye to you that night and he only takes his eyes off you for a second and you already put yourself in trouble and maybe that's the reason you got dragged to him and satoru. he stares at his friend. handsome he may look but this one could be a pain in the ass. entitled and a spoiled brat. that's what makes them a perfect pair despite their differences. he can ground satoru but when it comes to you. they're both in line in each other's whims.

“is she okay, sho?” satoru asks.

“she'll live.”

“is she still in there?”

shoko scoffs. “what you two going to send her a get-well-soon card after endangering her?” the sarcasm hits and satoru winces. “and to answer your question. she transferred hospitals and don't know where and even i know, i won't tell you both. it's best for her to be away from you two.” finishing her cigarette and then tucks her hands in her pockets. she walks away but stops.

“fair warning you two, it will bite back.” she says and left without looking back.

that was years ago. they tried to find you and it always pointed them in a dead end. can't say they're a changed men now but they did mature and the damage they had done to you was the worst thing.

satoru sits in his chair. it was two years now since it was passed to him. he's the heir after all and now ceo. suguru is still out there and sometimes would visit. have his own business ventures to attend too and is now, engaged to his fiancé whom his father had arranged. sometimes, he thinks about you. were things to be different around here if you were here and it looks like his prayer was answered.

you came walking through his doors.

[hedgehog-moss]

I decided to dedicate a post to Mama Pampy! Who rarely gets the spotlight on this blog, because well-behaved llamas seldom make history... I mentioned yesterday that she's the matriarch of her little herd (for new followers: Pampelune aka Pampy is Pampe's mother and Poldine's grandma), but I didn't really go into what that entails. It means she's a precious help to me when it comes to curbing Pampe's fight for freedom, because she has the authority to call the other llamas back when they wander too far away from her.

(Note that this didn't apply when Pampe was a teenager. Teen!Pampe obeyed her mother rarely and/or accidentally and thought nothing of wandering away all on her own. But ever since becoming an adult and having her own baby, she's slowly started paying more attention to Pampy's alarm sounds and other commands. She grudgingly accepted the bare minimum amount of responsibility required to keep her child alive.)

If the other two llamas wander off and Pampelune is able to follow, she'll follow in order to keep an eye on them; but conversely if you make sure Pampy can't follow, then the others won't stray too far. So I can let the llamas out to trim the grass around my house without haltering Pampe or Poldine; I just have to keep Pampy close to me. To no one's surprise, she keeps her eye on 1 llama in particular—

If her daughter wanders too far, Pampy will utter a firm "muh!" and Pampe will reluctantly return. (It's more of a "moo", really, but since llama and cow languages are clearly not in the same family and probably don't have mutual intelligibility, I'll use different spellings so it's not confusing.)

Pampelune knows who is and isn't part of her herd. The hens are outside of her jurisdiction but Pirlouit is not—she doesn't talk to him, because he never muhs back, but she does spit on him sometimes which means he is an honourary llama to her (a dubious honour, if you ask Pirlouit) and she also quietly checks on him, especially when she's out of the pasture while he is stuck on the other side of the fence, alone.

I hope this foray into llama herd dynamics isn't too boring; I'll add that I can't let Pirlouit free roam along with the llamas because he would follow Pampe if she starts wandering off, and Pampe loves having Followers. It immediately goes to her head and she'll often stop listening to her mum and trot away if she's managed to recruit disciples (that's also why Pandolf is not in these pictures. He's locked in the kitchen because he would not only follow Pampe but heartily encourage her to go somewhere. Pan is a rule-follower but within the realm of reason, i.e. if going for a walk is wrong then he doesn't want to be right.)

Poldine following Pampe isn't a problem though, because she is very respectful of her grandma's authority, so if anything she's a good influence on Pampe. At some point she wandered a bit too far while grazing and a stern "muh!" was heard, and she immediately came back and stood at attention behind her chief.

Her attitude with regards to her grandma / matriarch reminds me of this kid:

It's not all work for Pampy, she does get to eat too, but always with one ear angled in the general direction of Pampérigouste.

Meanwhile I read and have a glass of apéritif—llama outings usually happen in the evening as an extra precaution (you can never be too prudent when you let Pampe free roam)—the llamas don't like being out of their pasture at night, so they'll go home without a fuss when it starts to get dark.

Sorry for the poor quality, this is extra zoomed in, but I just realised I managed to capture one of our elusive cow neighbours in this one photo!

One of the few advantages of an abnormally warm autumn is that the herds are still out... You can hear the clarines (cow bells) in the distance, it's such a peaceful sound. Besides the bells, evening bird calls and Pampy's disciplinary muhs, the only other sound is the occasional heart-wrenching braying from Pirlouit. Stuck in the pasture all alone. Deprived of grass, empty of hope, unloved. (He gets to go out for frequent donkey-only outings but that doesn't make the present unfairness of his situation sting any less apparently)

Bringing everyone home when my apéritif is finished is quite easy, all I have to do is offer some muesli to Pampy. No matter where she is, Pampe's head will spring up, indignant.

Pampelune isn't even really into muesli, she prefers fresh fruit peelings, but Pampe won't take any risks.

(Pampe's nose is all scratched because she got very annoyed with flies last month and kept rubbing her face on things to remove them... Thankfully now that the nights are colder, she's finally rid of them!)

Once Pampe is back in the pasture I can let Pandolf out! He'll run a few circles around Poldine then escort her back home, not that she wouldn't follow the other llamas without any prompting, but you've got to let Pan be a sheepdog sometimes, he's so happy to contribute. Sometimes I even let Pirlouit out so that Pan can immediately bring him back in. Once all four animals are in the pasture he'll turn to me like "Everyone's home safely! Just before night! Thanks to me, Pandolf" and I'll make amazed noises at his excellent herding.

[jsprnt]

still being somewhat friends with your ex brings up some jealousy in your relationship

kenan yıldız x reader

A/N: jealous kenan🤌🤌!!! based on this request.

W/C: 1.440

"this one looks better on your feed.." you tell your best friend, scrolling through the pictures you just took of her.

"I know. what would I do without a bestie like you.." she coos, wrapping her arms around your body.

"you'd be stuck with your boyfriend who takes ugly photos.." you chuckle, hugging her back.

"travis can't take pictures for shit. at least kenan takes good pictures of you.." she says, sitting up and fixing her hair.

"I got very lucky.." you beam, grateful for your boyfriend's artistic skills.

"he needs to give travis some tips when he gets here.."

"when does he arrive?" she asks, playing with the frills of your jeans.

"he said he'd be here in ten.." you answer, looking around the house.

your big friend group decided to organize a get together after not being able to meet for a long time. everyone was encouraged to bring their partners, so you didn't hesitate to ask kenan if he would join you.

your boyfriend was an incredibly busy guy, especially with the serie a games starting in a couple days.

but of course, he'd always make time for you.

"hey, y/n can you pass me the chips?"

you look up when you hear a familiar voice, making eye contact with adam.

he was one of your friends, and unfortunately, also your ex.

you didn't even know if you could classify him as an ex, since your relationship lasted a mere month or two, and when both you realized it wasn't going to work out, it ended.

no hard feelings.

well, you could only speak for yourself..

"you want the guac too?" you ask, sitting up to grab the bowl of chips in front of you.

"nah, I like 'em plain.."

you frown at his answer, he must've turned into a crazy person since you broke up, because who enjoys eating plain chips without a dip?

"oh, here.." you slide the bowl over, leaning back into the couch.

you look at your best friend, her face incredibly still. you know, that if you make eye contact with her, you'd both burst out in laughter.

"thanks, y/n.."

you give him a small smile, watching him shove the crispy nachos into his mouth.

"so, where's your boyfriend at?" he mumbles, his mouth unaesthetically full.

"he's coming over in a couple minutes. he's a busy person, you know." you explain, scratching the back of your hand.

you look to your right, silently asking your best friend to break the tension, or save you from the conversation..

"adam, where's your partner? I didn't see you walk in with anyone.."

"yeah, I thought you were dating halle from your finance class?" you question, trying to steer the topic away from your own personal life.

"didn't work out- again.." he sighs, looking directly into your eyes.

you press your lips into a line, shivering, you look at your equally nosy best friend.

"well, it'll work for out for you too eventually. like how I'm with kenan now.."

you try to reassure him, confused when adam suddenly sits up, fixing his posture. his hands move down, and he starts wiping his oily fingers on his jeans.

why did men do nasty things like that?

"what's going to work out eventually?" 

you gasp at the familiar voice, turning around to see kenan behind you.

"you're here.." you beam excitedly, feeling his loving touch from behind. his arm wrapping around your shoulders, as he presses a kiss behind your ear.

"of course I’m here.." he mutters, pulling back when you stand up from the couch to walk around it.

"thank you for coming.." you hug kenan, his strong arms wrapping around you, a little tighter than usual.

"a promise, is a promise.." he mumbles into your ear, kissing your temple. you can feel the soft fabric of his hoodie brush against your cheek. the scent of his musky cologne entering your nose, calming you with its familiar smell.

you hum, feeling his hands trail down your back, a hand touching your lower back.

kenan loved showing his love through touch, but he'd never been a 'pda' person. he always chose to hold your hand or hug you outside the four walls of your shared apartment, so the sudden intimate touches were confusing to you.

not that you would mind, you were in private company, so you'd savor everyone of his touches anyway.

"hello, good to see you.." he tells your best friend, giving her a smile before averting his gaze to adam.

"nice to see you, man.." adam speaks when he notices the look, immediately standing up and walking over.

while you watch your ex walk towards you, you can feel kenan's grip tighten around you. nothing painful, of course, even when not aware, he'd never do anything to hurt you.

he absolutely cherished every second you spent together. whether it was a quick lunch date in between his training sessions, and your university classes or just spending his daily life with you.

never letting you get too cold or too hot. bringing a drink from your favorite café, while you were already sipping on your crappy, watered down, homemade iced coffee. tying your shoelaces without you even realizing they came undone.

at this point, you could request for the urban dictionary to make 'kenan' a synonym for 'gentleman'.

you look up when kenan doesn't greet adam like he usually greets your other friends.

you weren't naive enough to not know why. your boyfriend had long known adam and you had dated briefly, since you didn't feel like it was morally right not to inform him..

of course, kenan had not doubted your loyalty to him. he trusted you, as much as you trusted him.

you couldn't lie and say you were completely fine with still being friends with adam. you'd shared intimate moments together, and going back to that platonic relationship wasn’t something you were 100% comfortable with.

"you arrived pretty late. I guess being a baller is keeping you away from our dear y/n.."

you watch kenan's jaw clench, his jawline getting even sharper as you feel his fingers trace your back.

"I made time, like I'd expect a boyfriend to do.." your boyfriend retorts, his voice steady and firm.

"I would be crazy to lose a person like her.."

your eyes flicker back up at kenan, knowing that jab was obviously about adam and you breaking it off.

"ken.." you call out, patting his chest to get his attention. 

"what is it, baby?" you almost laugh at the voice change. It switches from a rough, deep one to the most honey-soaked tone ever.

"please don't start anything, come on. let's go get some snacks, ‘kay?" you ask, smiling to convince him.

you watch your best friend get pulled away by her boyfriend, it giving you the perfect opportunity to dip.

"okay, that's fine.." your boyfriend agrees, squeezing your hips one more time, before he releases the tension in his jaw. turning around and pulling you away from the frazzled adam.

"jealous boy.." you tease him when he pulls you into a corner, poking his cheek. where his dimples would dent when he’d smile or pull a face.

"I'm not jealous.." he dismisses, reaching up to remove a fallen eyelash from your cheek.

"should I go back and bring adam? ask if he wants a drink?"

"come on. I can have an opinion.."

"that is?" you question, grabbing and popping a grape into your mouth.

"I don't trust the guy for a second, like- what guy befriends his ex?"

"if the ex is as nice as me, I would.." you tease.

"what if I were friend with my ex?" he questions, using elaborate hand movements.

"I would- wait, but this is different, ken. I can't cut him off easily since he's a part of the friend group. it's already kind of awkward between us.."

"awkward? thank goodness.."

you roll your eyes at his happiness, shoving a cracker into his mouth.

"shush, just eat it this, and stop talking.."

"no sharing chips with him, no more.." he hums, chewing on the crunchy snack.

"you saw that?"

"obviously, your friends kept me at the door until I took pictures with them.."

"oh.."

"can we hook him and his ex back up together?"

you scoff, raising a brow. 

"what did I say?"

"stop talking.." he grins, his dimples showing as he looks at you. his brown eyes lighting up in amusement.

"never mind, just give me a kiss.." you say, looking up when he eagerly cups your jaw.

"don't even worry about it .."

[sunburnhurts]

Tired || Bruce Wayne x fem!Reader (Battinson)

Summary: Y/n has been supportive of her husband's secret life, but she is exhausted. A year after their separation, they are reunited at Don Mitchell's funeral. The beginning of the story is before the movie, and ofc the mayor's funeral is an event in the movie. The mayors funeral scene isn't exactly like how it was in the movie, but somewhat close.

Words: 2,426

All My Stories

A/n: Hey guys! I haven't posted in a while, I'm so sorry!! I've decided to start doing batman stories, but I'm still doing Cedric ones too! Requests are open! I also wanted to add I have a lot of drafts, so I haven't posted in a while, but I have some stories in the process!

Y/n listens as her husband, Bruce Wayne, shuffles off their bed, onto his feet. She hears his feet against the hardwood floor echoing the dead silent room. She hates it, him waking up in the middle of the night to be Batman.

Ever since he started being Batman, he's been distant. He slowly stopped touching her over the years. He's always be in a different room, on a different end of the couch, different end of the bed.

At first, she excused it as him being tired from saving the city. She would curse herself for being selfish, why should she be complaining when he is saving human beings, bringing good to Gotham? Then she got tired of making herself feel bad.

Y/n tried having conversations with Bruce about his sleep schedule, how much he eats, how much time he spends worrying about being Batman. These conversations always ended in arguments or Bruce not responding to whatever his wife said because he was too busy working on his suit.

Alfred of course noticed Bruce's distance from his wife. He would try talking to Bruce about his worry for Y/n, saying she is lonely during the day without her husband. Bruce would always brush off what Alfred said, worried about 'more important' things to him.

It's not like Y/n was a lonely house wife, she was an actress who was on break. Before she met Bruce, she was in big movies, making just enough money to start a family. When she met Bruce, of course her popularity spiked more. A big actress and a billionaire getting married was big news in the press.

She was now on break from her job because everything became too much for her. Her depression grew from lack of love from her husband. She put herself in therapy, which made her realize she wasn't being selfish. She of course didn't tell her therapist about her husband being batman, covering it up as his new job.

Now, she was listening to her husbands feet taping against their hardwood floor. She let out a breath, listening to him step into the elevator that leads to the 'batcave'. She made up her mind, she didn't want to be trapped in her life, in this mansion.

Half an hour later, she got up, walking over the the same elevator and going down.

"Bruce, we have to talk." She said, stepping out of the elevator, walking over to her husband. She had a calmness in her voice. She heard no answer. As soon as she was behind him, she stopped walking. He was working on something on his desk, she didn't care enough to know what he was working on. "Bruce."

After a hum of a response came from her husband, she hesitated with what she was about to say. This scenario seemed much more easier in her head, the countless times she replayed it in her mind. But once she saw him, it was a lot harder than she was expecting.

"I want a divorce." She plainly said. She watched as her husbands head moved, but didn't turn to look at her. "I've been thinking about it a lot-"

"Are you serious?" He said, fully turning his head around to look at his wife. His voice sounded more angry then upset.

"I've been thinking about it a lot," She repeated, ignoring his question. "and I can't do this anymore."

"Do what?" He angrily asked.

"Be ignored!" She shouted, feeling her eyes swell up. She hated that he didn't already know what he's been doing. A clenched jaw was all she got in response. "Bruce," She started. "you haven't touched me in so long."

"I've been busy, you know that."

"You know you're just saying that as an excuse." Hearing this made Bruce turn his body fully to the vulnerable, standing girl. "God, Bruce! I don't even recognize you anymore!"

He shakes his head, scoffing. He moved his eyes everywhere but his wife, his breathing heavy with anger. A ding was heard on his computer, indicating Batman was needed.

"Are you going to get that?" Y/n said, making Bruce's eyes lay on her.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I mean, if you don't be Batman for one night, and you take me back upstairs and show me you love me, I'll take back everything I said about divorce." It was true, one kiss from him would change her mind, she was so desperate for affection and she hated it. She prayed in the back of her mind for him to get up, swoop her in his arms, and take her upstairs. But he stayed still.

He turned his head at the computer, taking a moment to decide. She watched as he got up from his chair, walking over to his suit of armor. Her heart ached. She angled her head to the ground, biting the inside of her lip and bringing her hand up to rub her philtrum. Tears stung her eyes as her throat burned.

She wanted to run to him, grab his face, kiss him. She also wanted to run to him, push him, yell curses at him, ruin all his batman equipment. But she knew better.

Beyond heartbroken, she made her way over to the elevator. She had a slight feeling of selfishness, making him choose between her and a job of a hero, but then she squashed that feeling almost immediately. It should have been obvious to pick his wife, he shouldn't have even had to think about it.

Once Y/n made it back upstairs, she started packing everything. Her clothes, shoes, anything she found that was hers. She couldn't stay there any longer, she couldn't look at Bruce any longer. She was a mess now, tears streaming down her cheeks as she hiccuped her breath.

It wasn't even close to morning, she had no idea where she would be going. Her family didn't live in Gotham, they lived on the other side of the country. She had actor friends that lived near, maybe she could try them. She thought of a girl, Nicole, she worked with that she grew very close with, hoping she could crash at her place for the night.

Y/n took out her phone, clicking on Nicole's contact, and pressing call. She listened to the phone ring while she kept packing her things. "Hello? Y/n?"

"Nicole!" Y/n said in a voice that anyone could tell she was upset. "Um- I'm so sorry for such a late call, I really could use your help right now."

"Of course! What's wrong, sweetie?" Nicole said over the phone. Y/n was younger that Nicole, Nicole was like a mother figure to her.

"I just need a place to stay, only for tonight. I will be out by the morning, I promise." Y/n closed her suitcase, zipped it up and sat on her and Bruce's bed. Her head was in her hands as she tried calming down her tears.

"You can stay for as long as you would like!" Nicole's voice calmed her down, giving her the strength to walk out of the mansion.

After Y/n made a plan to meet Nicole, she hung up and made her way to the kitchen with her bags. Her memory flashed to Alfred, it wasn't fair of her to leave Alfred without saying anything. She didn't want to wake him, so she decided on making a note for him.

She grabbed a note pad and a pen, writing Alfred, thank you for everything you've done for me, I love you so much. - Y/n. Tears stained the sheet of paper, she didn't want to leave Alfred, the man who took her in and loved her when Bruce wouldn't.

When Alfred saw the note, his blood boiled. He knew this was going to happen, but he hated that Bruce let her leave. Alfred immediately busted into Bruce's room, waking Bruce up. "What did you do?" He angrily shouted, holding up the note. "Why did you let her leave?"

Bruce sat up and stretched, waking himself up before he took the note in his hand. He read it, heart beating harder. He thought Y/n just went to sleep in one of their guest bedrooms, he didn't know how serious she was the night prior.

~~~~

Months after the divorce finalized, Y/n was feeling a lot better. She now owned her own house, had a new big movie she was working on, and was happier. She of course never told anyone about Bruce Wayne's big secret, she still respected and loved him. There was no way she couldn't not love him.

Her mind would wonder off, thinking about what would have happened if he did actually pick her up, took her back up to their bedroom, loved her. She wonder if things would have changed, if he actually would have taken her seriously and been better for her. She then would bring herself back to reality, dealing with the harsh reality that that didn't actually happen, and it wasn't going to.

Y/n didn't see Bruce after that night, but she knew he was watching her. She knew what his gaze felt like, she would feel it when she walked on the street, even when she was in her home. Although she was mad at him for spying on her, a part of her loved him for looking after her, for missing her.

The media of course made a big deal about this separation. They created rumors and lies about why they split up, it was always something not even close to the truth. That Bruce cheated on her, that she was having a secret affair with her friend Nicole, or that they both were married as a publicity stunt. It was all stupid.

Whenever Y/n was asked about it in interviews, she would deny the rumors. "It was a 'right person wrong time' kind of thing, I still respect and love him very much." She would always say something of that sort to the public. It was true. She would never answer personal questions about Bruce. Mostly she was asked why he was so reserved for being so well known.

Every now and then, Y/n watched the news about what Batman did the night before. She hated that even after the divorce, he still was saving the city, but what was he supposed to do now? He now didn't have a wife to come home to, how else was he supposed to fill his time, how else was he supposed to take his anger out?

He hated himself for picking being Batman, he missed his wife so much. He ate less, slept less, breathed less. He always wanted to reach out, he wanted to hear her voice, smell her scent, feel her touch. He now knew this is how she felt when he was ignoring her. God, he hated himself.

He would watch over her, make sure she's safe. Make sure she's happy. He heard about her being in a big upcoming movie, he was glad she was living her life, even if it was without him.

When Don Mitchell was murdered, Bruce was invited to the funeral. Although he already knew more about the murder as Batman, he needed to be at the funeral just in case any information was released from anyone. It would be odd if Batman showed up to a funeral.

He dreaded going out. He barely went out in public as Bruce Wayne before the divorce, but now he avoided it even more.

Bruce drove his car through the crowd of people, following where ever he was told to go. Once he was there, he got out of the car and handed the keys to the valet and hands him some money. He hears the press screaming his name to come over to talk to them, but he of course didn't. He was there for one thing.

Bruce followed the other known people into the building, listening to any conversation he can. His eyes stayed on the ground, as if not looking at anyone would make it easier to hear. His eyes glanced up for a quick second, catching a glimpse of a girl whose back was turned to him.

He fully turned his attention to the girl, recognizing her. He stopped in his tracks, heart starting to ache. Y/n stood before him, talking to her friend who he recognized as Nicole. He watched as Nicole noticed him, nudging Y/n, bringing her attention to Bruce. It was the first time since the divorce that they made eye contact.

Y/n's eyebrows furrowed in a mix of surprise and longing. She gives Bruce a closed mouth smile, biting the inside of her lips. She looked behind Bruce, seeing that Mayor Reál was approaching him. Knowing that Bruce hates talking to people, Y/n walks over to Bruce, stopping right in front of him.

Bruce watches as Y/n walks to him, his heart racing, his arms longing for her, but he keeps them still. There was no expression on his face, but she could tell he missed her. Y/n watches as the new to be mayor notices her and walks away, leaving the 2 alone.

"Hello, Bruce." She sweetly says, smiling up at him.

Y/n spent 2 years in her marriage already feeling like they've been divorced, so it didn't take long for her to get herself back on her feet after the divorce. It wasn't hard to see him because of the heartbreak, it was hard to see his dark circles under his eyes, his prominent bones much sharper from lack of food.

"Hey, Y/n." His rough voice responded. He cleared his voice.

They started talking about how they've been since the divorce, Y/n could tell he changed a lot. He was more open to talking about his feelings with her, his eyes never left hers, his eyebrows pulled closer together and lowered as he listened to her talk.

"We should catch up more," Y/n starts, "not here, though." Bruce nods, hoping this meant good for their relationship. "Still have my number?"

"Of course," Bruce gave a ghost of a smile.

"It was nice seeing you Bruce," Y/n places her hand on his arm. "talk later?" Bruce finally broke eye contact to look at Y/n's hand placement. He missed her so much.

He nods while saying, "It was nice seeing you too, Y/n."

Bruce was never mad at Y/n for the divorce, he was always only mad at himself. He never wanted to watch over Y/n while she lived her life, but he couldn't ever help it. He wanted to distance himself as far away from her as possible, but he needed to know she was okay.

When Y/n walked away, back to Nicole, Bruce reminded himself of why he was here. His eyes landed on Don Mitchell's son, the one that found his father dead. He noticed that Y/n was now talking to the widow, Mrs. Mitchell.

Bloody screams came from outside, a lot of commotion from the second story of the church. Bruce looked up and saw someone standing still, not being effected by all the movement and screams. Bruce knew something bad was about to happen, he looked back at Y/n and Mitchell's kid. Y/n was facing Bruce, standing in front of the kid.

Y/n rushed the kid and the mother away from the front of the church. She didn't know what was going on, but she wanted to help. She also didn't know where to go, so she just stood there, looking at Bruce confused and worried.

A car bursts through the church. Bruce runs and grabs Y/n, saving her from being crashed into. They rolled on the ground, stopping a few feet from where she once stood. Stunned by what was happening, Y/n stayed still laying on the ground.

Bruce got up, holding a hand out for her. She grabbed it, helping herself up. "You need to go," Bruce said, still holding onto the girls hand. Before Y/n could say anything in return, people were screaming at the person driving the car to get out.

Bruce and Y/n turn their attention to the car door opening and a man struggling to get out. Something was bolted around his neck, a bomb strapped to him. "Y/n, you need to leave." Bruce said again, this time a lot more serious. Y/n nodded, letting go of Bruce's hand and quickly exited the building.

~~~~

Y/n was safely at her home now, out of the funeral clothes, and was now laying down in her warm bath, rethinking the events that happened hours before. Everything confused her, but she knew it somehow was related to Batman. She then thought about Bruce Wayne.

She missed him, of course, praying he would reach out to her. She knew that it was unfair of her to break off their marriage but then expect him to come running back to her, but she knew he changed. She could tell by the way he spoke, the way he opened up to her, the way he looked at her.

As she thought about this, she heard her phone ping. She didn't think anything of it, ignoring it until she was out of the bath. As she wrapped herself in her towel, she picked up her phone.

Messages: Bruce Wayne Hey

Her eyes widened, heart skipping a beat. She reread the message, making sure she wasn't seeing things. She bit her lips, holding the phone, smiling. She opened her phone, clicking on the message to reply. "Hey" she wrote back. She wasn't sure what else to say, she thought for a moment.

After Bruce sent Y/n the text, he was praying to not mess up the second chance Y/n was giving him. He sat in his batcave, hovering over his phone, waiting for a reply. When his phone lit up, he immediately saw it. "Hey" It read. He picks up his phone, unlocking it and he starts typing, "You looked really beautiful today." But then he erased it, thinking it wasn't appropriate.

Seeing the 3 dots appear from Bruce's profile got her excited, but when they disappeared, she was confused. She put her phone down, getting dressed into her pajamas. Once she came back to her phone, there was no new messages from Bruce. Sighing, she typed something.

"Thank you for saving me, I didn't get to say it earlier." Bruce cracked a smile at this text from Y/n. He was happy that even though he didn't respond, she still texted back. "It's no problem." He wrote back.

"Can we meet up sometime tomorrow, to catch up?" Y/n sent. Bruce immediately replied, "Yeah, 11 at my place?" Y/n smiled, replying with "Yeah, I'll see you then."

Smiling at his phone, Bruce gets up and exits the batcave, making his way to Alfred. Bruce informs him about Y/n coming over, making Alfred ecstatic. He then scolds Bruce about the importance of not messing this up, making Bruce roll his eyes in annoyance. "I know, I'm not going to mess this up."

~~~~

Y/n walks into the Wayne manor, smiling at the guards at the entrance that recognize her, nodding their heads at her as she passed. She turned a corner, seeing Bruce waiting for her at the entrance of the elevator. Smiling, Y/n walks to him. His smile grew at the sight of her, his eyes longing for her once again.

"Hey," She says as they both walk into the elevator.

"Hey," He said, his eyes never leaving her. As the elevator door closed and starting moving up, silence fell between them.

Unsure if the silence was awkward or not, Y/n said with a joking voice, "So, what was that about yesterday?"

"Hm?" Bruce says for a moment before responding with a sigh, "Oh, it's a really long story." He brings a hand up to rub his eyes, which looked very tired.

"So, you're still doing the Batman stuff?" Y/n asks, looking up at him.

Bruce nods, adding, "After our," he pauses for a moment, "uh, divorce, I didn't know what to do with myself." He looks at her, unsure if bringing up the divorce was still a touchy subject or not.

"Yeah," she says, nodding and scratching the back of her neck, "I wanted to talk to you about that- the divorce."

As Bruce nods once more as the elevator doors open. He was unsure how the conversation would go, what she wanted to talk about, but he prayed for a good result.

Bruce paused for a moment, almost holding his hand out for Y/n to grab so he could lead her to the table like they did when they first started dating, but he couldn't. He takes a step out of the elevator and leads Y/n to the table that Alfred set up. He pulls out a chair, allowing Y/n to sit in it, and when she does, he pushed it in for her.

She barely blushed at this action, reminding herself that she can't do that. She sent a smile at him, watching as he sat down in his own seat across from her.

"So, um," She starts, not knowing how to start the conversation. Her head was down, avoiding eye contact. "I just wanted to tell you why I did it, I know I just left and we never got to talk through it,"

"I understand why you left," Y/n looked up, listening to him. "I was a terrible husband, I hate that it took us splitting up for me to realize that." It was now Bruce's turn to avoid eye contact as he spoke, "I'm truly sorry, for everything I put you through. And I know, a sorry is not even close to enough to what you deserve." He was looking down, feeling her eyes on him.

She leans over the table, placing her hand on his, causing him to look at her. "I know you're sorry, and I am sorry too. I made you choose between something you love doing and me, that was unfair of me to do."

"No, but I should have chose you," he pauses for a moment, looking into her eyes, "I want to choose you." His hand that was beneath hers flips so that their hand was resting in his palm.

Y/n looks down at the movement of his hand, then back up at him, registering his words. "And we'll have to work on that."

"Are you saying-"

"Yeah, we'll work on it," She says nodding, "work on us."

The End

A/n: Thank you so much for reading! Request if you have any!

[prettiedup]

bf!itadori ୨ৎ

bf itadori ୨ৎ who is very upfront about his feelings for you."i like you and i really want to be your boyfriend. can i please be your boyfriend?"he's practically begging and with the way his eyes glimmer with desperation like a whining puppy - it's impossible to reject him even if you wanted to.

bf itadori ୨ৎ who posts pictures like this on his instagram. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

bf itadori ୨ৎ who makes sure all of his captions mention you. "my girlfriend took this pic of me 😃!" "my girlfriend told me to post these" "my girlfriend looks so pretty! 😍🥰"

bf itadori ୨ৎ who gets upset whenever you stand on another person's head on roblox."you don't get it babe, you're basically cheating on me!"

bf itadori ୨ৎ who makes sure to you show you funny cat videos while saying, "that's so us."

bf itadori ୨ৎ who cries whenever you have to leave him whether it's to work, school, or back to your own house.

bf itadori ୨ৎ who finds a way to bring you up in every conversation he has with someone. "yeah my girlfriend said.." "i'll have to ask my girlfriend if.." "well me and my girlfriend were..."

bf itadori ୨ৎ who makes sure to take the biggest bites of your food whenever you offer it to him.

bf itadori ୨ৎ who has a period tracker app on his phone, he'll text you whenever your period is estimated to begin. "babe, try not to wear light colored jeans for the next few days." or "are u cramping rn???"

bf itadori ୨ৎ who isolates himself whenever you guys have an argument. megumi has to drag him out of his room just for him to eat properly.

bf itadori ୨ৎ who spams your phone with apologizes and begs for forgiveness.

bf itadori ୨ৎ who absolutely loses his shit whenever you give him the silent treatment. megumi blankly stares at itadori when he comes up to him with tearful eyes and a severely cracked screen.

bf itadori ୨ৎ who caves in first and comes to your dorm. "i miss my girlfriend." he'll say with a pout.

bf itadori ୨ৎ who grins brightly when you finally forgive him. his mood is instantly back up and suddenly he's an absolute ray of sunshine again.

bf itadori ୨ৎ who gets you to read to him whenever the two of you are lounging in bed together.

bf itadori ୨ৎ who demands you fall asleep on facetime with him if you guys can't go to sleep together physically.

bf itadori ୨ৎ who has a "oooh this is cute" gf meanwhile he's a "want me to get it for you?" bf. (he'll buy it for you even if you say no).

bf itadori ୨ৎ who has a "i can do it myself" gf meanwhile he's a "i know, but, please let me do it for you" bf.

bf itadori ୨ৎ who giggles as he pokes at you, " "uhmm.." he'll trail off, "i have a crush on you." he'll say. (you guys have been dating for eight months now).

bf itadori ୨ৎ who lets you test your makeup and skincare products on him. "make me look pretty." he'll tell you. (his face heats up when you tell him he's already pretty).

bf itadori ୨ৎ who compliments you multiple times throughout the day."ohh, babe, you look so pretty." "your handwriting is so beautiful." "your cooking is amazing, thank you, babe." "my pretty girl, let me see your smile."

bf itadori ୨ৎ who genuinely starts tweaking whenever you say "love you" instead of "i love you".

bf itadori ୨ৎ who always accepts doing tiktok dances with you. (he always somehow manages to do better than you even though you taught him the dance??)

bf itadori ୨ৎ who dedicates all of his social media accounts about you. "i love my beautiful, amazing, excellent, charming, funny gf" would be in all of his bios.

bf itadori ୨ৎ who would make sure your name is included in his usernames."inlovewithyn" "ynbiggestfanboy" "iliveforyn" "iworshipyn"

bf itadori ୨ৎ who fills your face with kisses whenever he makes a joke that offends you instead of making you laugh.

bf itadori ୨ৎ who will whine, "i miss my girlfriend." "dude, she just went to the bathroom." he'll get in response.

bf itadori ୨ৎ who drives everywhere no matter where the location is. #passengerprincess

bf itadori ୨ৎ who savors every hug, kiss, argument, and laugh with you because he never knows which one will be the last one.

[junedenim]

the dignity fucks off

what happens when he stares

warnings: smut, blowjob, p in v, masturbating, fingering, eating, etc. basically the smuttiest thing i've written

word count: 5.2k

Your left tennis shoe scruffs against the clay court. That's what grabs his attention first. Then, the ruffles on the skirt of your dress—white and short—fluttering with the turn on your hips. You swing your arm, moving back, and slamming the ball across the way to your tennis coach.

It lands out-of-bounds and you drop your racquet. "I'm done!" You announce.

"But your dad has me booked for an hour?" Your coach yells back.

You scrunch up your nose and Alex is lost in it, every divet of you, lost in it. He hangs off the half-wall fence, leaning over, watching this scene. Your ponytail sways in the wind as you walk off the court.

"You'll get your payment," you tell him. "But I'm sweaty, I don't want to do this anymore." You pass by him, squinting at him. His eyes have unintentionally followed you the whole way and he knows he must look like the biggest creep. "The grass is overgrown, don't you think?" This comment is directed toward him.

He stands up straight, a stuttering mess. "Uh, yeah, yeah, I'll, um, I'll take care of that one."

"Good." You walk away and he watches you as you do this and then you turn back and—fuck! He must look like an obsessive freak (worst of all, he kind of feels like he is and doesn't care). "Is the pool clean?"

He nods. "Yeah, I just finished cleaning it a few minutes ago."

You sigh and place your hands on your hips. "Yeah, but sometimes in that time frame the leaves fall into the pool because of that dumb tree that hangs over it."

"I can clean it up for you again."

"Could you?" You're twirling the ends of your ponytail with your hands.

He can't deny you, both because it's his job, but you're also batting those eyelashes and he's already such a goner lost in you. It started on his first day when you returned home from school for summer vacation. You got out of the car in two braids in short shorts and he thought you were some worker, not the daughter. Your outfit didn't match the extravagance of the house or the elegance of your parents. That attitude was scrubbed away quickly as you were forced into these lavish things, including tennis.

"Do you want to swim with me?" You ask.

You've never been this upfront with him. Your conversations have exclusively been orders and demands. "Oh, I can't. I still have to mow this lawn, you know."

"You can take a break," you insist.

"Your dad would kill me."

"My dad is at work so that technically means I'm your boss and you look awfully hot so you're going to swim with me. Although you should wash off before, your hands look a little dirty. I'm going to change into my suit and I expect to meet you by my clean pool."

He yells after you. "I don't have a suit."

"Then go naked!" You yelled back, rounding the corner before he had a say in anything.

There are no leaves in the pool but he waits for you. As the minutes pass on more and more, it becomes increasingly more likely that you're going to be a no-show and this is all you playing a trick on him.

You come out with a towel over your arm and a skimpy bikini that is your usual swim attire. "You clean out the leaves, pool boy? Are you the pool boy?"

"Not technically but I guess I'm the one who looks after it."

You hum at this information and drop your towel on one of the recliners. "Sit," you instruct him.

"The grass isn't going to cut itself," he says.

You roll your eyes exaggeratedly. "Well, no, but I want you to sit." Alex listens and sits across from you. "I don't mean to boss you around. You do have free will if you want to cut the grass."

"No, it's fine."

"You look like you need a break anyway. Plus, what would you pick me or grass?"

He thinks the question is rhetorical until you're leaning forward, signaling for an answer. "Oh, uh, you, I guess."

You scoff, "You guess? You're not a very good liar."

"I'm not lying." He's full of bullshit and the biggest liar on the planet. He'd pick you over anything let alone a menial housework duty. 

"I know. You're pretty obvious with your staring."

Fuck. He is a creep. "I'm sorry about all that."

"Oh, I don't care. I'm used to people looking. I wouldn't invite you to swim with me if I thought you were going to assault me or something." He guesses that's a comfort to his psyche. "Do you want to know a secret?"

He nods and you bite your lip, nodding for him to come closer. Up against his ear, you whisper, "Sometimes, I stare too." You pull back and peck him on the lips. There's nothing overtly sexual about it but your lips are smooth with gloss and you're teasing in every sense; your hand on his thigh, drifting up closer and closer, your eyes trained on him, watching, staring.

Alex is caught, unsure what to do. You giggle at his reaction and pull away, leaving him stunned completely and he feels like he has been paralyzed. You leave him, jumping into the pool while he processes. 

"Get in!" You splash up at him, making him attempt to shield himself. 

"I'm not getting caught skinny dipping with you."

Your eyelashes drip of water as you bat them. "You want me to skinny dip?"

"No, I mean, do whatever you want—"

"So, you do want me to skinny dip." You're a trickster and he has a feeling you would accidentally make him confess to murder with your wordplay.

"I'm leaving."

You're cackling at him and he feels like he's being made fun of but that laugh is adorable. He'll return to the grass and relive this moment in his head while he does the whole yard and then when he's in bed tonight and, man, he's fucked. 

"Hey, Alex!" You call out after him and he's shocked you even know his name. Your hair is wet, you're wet, dripping down your body, teasing him. "One of the lights in my room is acting up, can you fix that?"

But he works for you or, well, works for your dad, either way, you have to be playing him and any fantasy stays in his mind. "I'll get right on that."

"After the lawn," you request.

"After the lawn."

*

He's twisting in a lightbulb when you return to your room, hair still dripping water, towel wrapped around your soaked body. "Did you fix it?"

Words, words, words, Alex, words! "Uh, yeah." It takes every fiber in him to not stare at your boobs. "It was, uh, just a lightbulb."

"Cool," you say carelessly, dropping the towel. "Can you undo my top? It's tied to it too tightly."

You've turned around and his internal monologue is going haywire. He could just untie it but that's too far. There's no going back after that. But he thinks you want it that way. And he wants it that way. So, what's so wrong about it?

His fingers fiddle and your body shakes with laughter. "Are you making fun of me?" He asks, trying to rid himself of these nerves.

"No, I swear." You turned around, holding the bikini top to your chest. "I'm charmed by you."

"Thanks," he mutters.

You giggle. "Your turn."

"My turn what?"

"Your shorts or your shirt? I'll let you choose."

"To-to take off?"

You nod.

"Oh, uh, I don't know—"

"Fine. Your shirt," you say carefreely like you're deciding on what you'll have for lunch. In this scenario, he's lunch. "Come on." You're smiling and your hands are sliding and it's so close to your breasts being exposed. He'd be lying if he said he was salivating to see your boobs. They are staring right at him. So, he reaches down and takes off his shirt.

Your smile is devious and he clings to the thought that you're actually attracted to him and he isn't making this whole thing up in his mind. "Now, your shorts."

"What about your top?" He quickly asks. He winces at the thought that he is coming off as a pervert.

You chuckle, your smile beaming. "See, I knew you weren't as coy as you come off as. I like a man who can take charge, you know."

His heart is beating so fast and all the blood has rushed away from his head and down south that he thinks he is going to pass out. "Then, take it off."

You bite your lip, dropping the top, allowing him to get a peek at the tops of your breasts before you cover them with your arms. "There."

"No, no, no, let me see." He's having fun with this game now with your permission and his cock doing the talking, he's gaining confidence in this whole exchange but remains terrified this is some prank you're pulling on him and he's about to get fired.

But you drop your arms, your nipples perked up, and he loses all thoughts and is fine getting fired because it's like he's witnessing the Eighth Wonder of the World. You're staring straight at him, imploring him for more, and wordlessly telling him to remove his shorts.

With just his underwear left, he tells you, "Your bottoms now." 

You listen, pulling them off, completely naked in front of him. You turn around, your bare ass to him, compelling him to get lost in the sight of it, all the curves, crevices, and notes of it.

Then, you open the top drawer of your dresser. "What are you doing?" He asks.

"Getting dressed," you reply.

Alex isn't sure what overcomes him—a demon, an unknown force, his dick—but he grabs you by the waist, turns you in his arm, and kisses you. It's powerful and he's pushed you up against your set of drawers, rattling the items atop it. Your arms wrap around his neck, tightening a hold on him and pulling him closer to you. It's hard, it's rough, and there's no escape, neither of you allowing the other to leave your grasp.

You pull away an inch, out of breath and breathing in each other's air, still trapped in one another. "Can I blow you?"

"What?" His ears are deceiving him. He's sure of it.

You giggle, captivated by every piece of him. "You're so cute. Can I give you a blowjob?"

He nods quickly. "Yeah, yeah, fuck yes." You're on your knees in front of him, pulling down his underwear off all the way, and taking his dick into your mouth before he can even process this whole situation.

Alex closes his eyes as he feels your tongue swirling over the head of his shaft, licking up the precum. He can feel your tongue everywhere on him, licking up the underside before circling around his head again. He lets out a moan, and his hand seems to automatically find its way into your damp hair, pulling you closer to him.

"That feels so fucking good," he tells you, and he starts to pump his hips a little, shoving his dick further into your mouth, pushing the back of your head against the drawers. You open wider, wanting to get as much of his cock into your mouth as you can, feeling it hit the back of your throat, which gets a moan out of you, too. He feels like he's going to come, embarrassed by not lasting long but it's uncontrollable and he figures that if he's going to do it he might as well tell you. "Fuck, I think I'm gonna come already." 

"Do it," you order him, your words muffled around his member. You bring a hand up to take a firm grasp of his cock, and you start pumping, pulling your lips back and making sure they're tightly around his head. You lift your eyes to watch his body spasm as he empties into your mouth, his cum coating your tongue and sliding down to the back of your throat. Your eyes close in pleasure as it moves through your mouth, and you suck his dick greedily to make sure you got every drop. When you're sure, you pull away and make a show of swallowing his load, bringing a finger up to wipe away anything that might have escaped. 

"Wow," is all Alex can manage as he tries to wrap his mind around what just happened. "Do you know how fucking good you are at that?"

"I know," you shrug nonchalantly. "Lots of guys tell me that. You taste good, you know. Have you ever been told that?" He shakes his head. He didn't know that was a common compliment you give to guys. "Most guys are more salty, but your cum kind of tastes sweet. Might be because you're a sweet guy. I haven't been with a lot of sweet guys." Alex has no idea what to say to that so he just nods his head dumbly. "Are you okay?"

"I'm just a little..." he's out of breath and points to his head.

You smile up at him, all cutesy and desperately wishing to take a picture and remember the way you look on your knees forever. "I didn't know I was that good."

He huffs out a breath. "You're fucking brilliant."

"Thanks." You stand up, moving over to your bed. "Do you want to continue?"

Alex observes you, his mind running a million miles per second. You're sitting on your bed, legs crossed hiding your pussy, but leaning back on your arms perfectly exposing your boobs. "Fuck yes."

You're laughing at him again, pushing your hair back behind your ear. "You like to watch, don't you?"

Alex has to agree, he guesses this whole thing came out of him being a creep watching you. "You. Looking like that. Yeah."

You scoot back on your bed, open your legs, and slide your hand down, meeting your core. Your hands touch your clit and Alex watches, stupefied, wide eyes, and he's pretty sure his jaw is hanging open. 

Your fingers round on your clit and you're softly moaning to yourself. You reach up and squeeze one of your breasts and he swears to god he thinks he's about to come again just at the sight. He leans against the drawers to steady himself. You work away at yourself quickly, moaning soft moans. He reaches down and strokes his soft cock. It's still sensitive but he needs to touch himself after the stimulus he's watching. Your hips move up and you toss your head back with a final loud moan.

You lie back on the bed, regaining breaths. Your hair is messed about in the pillow and you look over at Alex, peering down at his dick in his hand, smiling. "How'd I do?"

He can't think of words, just taking his head and slowly stroking his cock.

"Come here." You make grabby hands at him, waving him over. He sits on the edge of the bed but you sit up and grab his arm. "Come closer."

Alex is sitting in front of you, your cunt staring straight at him, mesmerizing him. You drag his arm closer to you and place his hand on top of it. He looks up at you, unsure of what you want him to do. You pick up his hand, closing his hand into a fist, and extending two of his fingers.

He slips the fingers through your folds experimentally. You feel so soft and wet and amazing and he can't believe this is happening. He feels his fingers dip when he gets to the back. He hesitates, wanting to do it perfectly, trying to sit and line up the best way possible before slipping them inside. He knows he did the right thing when you moan his name. "That feel good?"

"So good," you tell him, your eyes fluttering closed. "Your fingers are so good, I can't wait to feel your cock inside me."

The combination of your words and the feeling of your pussy stretching around his fingers is enough to start getting him hard again in record time. He brings his free hand to his shaft and starts pumping up and down again. 

You spot the sight. "You want to fuck me?" you question, your breath a bit short from his fingers working on you. You sit up and push him to sit against the headboard. He thinks he's having a stroke when you straddle him. This has got to be a fucking dream, don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up.

He takes a deep breath as you take hold of his dick, shuffling forward until the tip is brushing against you. He inhales sharply at the sensation and smiles nervously when you giggle at his reaction.

Slowly, you sink onto it. It's your turn to gasp. "Fuck, you're tight." It falls out of his mouth and he's still scared that everything he says is going to make you pull back and end this thing, order him out of the room, fire him, destroy him. But you grab his face, tilting his head up, and kissing his lips. Alex's arms wrap around your back, hugging you to him. His eyes start to roll to the back of his head as he continues to slip inside of you, the feeling so overwhelming. He wants to make sure you feel as good as he does. "How does that feel?"

"Fucking amazing," you manage to get out, your words finishing just as he gets his entire length in. You hold still for a moment to collect yourself. His senses are going into overdrive, and it's taking all of his concentration not to come already. You hold onto his shoulders as you lift yourself beginning a rhythm. 

Alex watches your face contort as he moves in and out of you, and the way you squeeze your eyes shut tightly when he hits you particularly deep. He thinks this couldn't possibly get any better, but then he starts jutting his hips out to meet his thrusts, and you both feel like a new sensation has been hit. Something neither of you have felt before. You're clutching at him and he's clutching at you as you move quicker and quicker. 

Then, Alex rolls you over and takes control, thrusting into you. You're whining and muttering things and he's grunting and moaning. 

"Harder," you pant out, trying to collide your pussy against his cock as hard as you can. 

He's huffing and he's so close, but he refuses to go before you. He tries to thrust into you faster and as hard as he possibly can.

"Fuck, fuck yeah, just like that," you cry out, continuing to buck into him. You reach up and grab his neck, pulling him down to your chest. He reaches up, caressing your side, and squeezing your tit. He pinches your nipple, twisting it around in his fingers and you're going to lose it.

"Shit," you moan at the feeling, waves of pleasure rolling through your entire body. You clench around him. His body jerks and he lets go, unloading deep inside of you. He jerks a few more times on top of you, emptying what's left. When he starts to roll over, you hold onto his waist, keeping him there. "No, stay inside."

You lie there with him on top of you recovering. You give him a kiss just below his ear. Alex pushes up onto his elbows to look at you, his dick still tucked inside you. "Are you okay? Was it good for you?"

You reach up, playing with bits of his hair, and beaming. "It was amazing. You're a nice boy, Alex."

"Thanks. You were—you are amazing."

"Do you, I don't know..." You're acting shy now and the thought that he is making you shy leaves him dumbfounded. "Do you maybe want to go again?"

He's eager, nodding quickly, "Of course."

You're giggling, petting his hair. "Okay."

"Like now?"

He apparently must be doing stand-up because you're bursting with laughter. "If you've recovered that quickly."

"I mean, no, but I can get myself there." Three times in less than an hour would be a record for him but he is desperate and if he's going to do it anytime it would be now.

"Okay." You bite your thumb. "You want to fuck your cum into me?"

He's collapsing on top of you, light-headed at the thought. "You can't say shit like that to me."

"Why?" His head is resting on top of your boobs so you reach up, threading your fingers through his hair.

He's fantasizing about it. It's crazy. He's fantasizing about it and he's about to do it. He feels like everything has shifted in the past couple of hours and he can't remember why he didn't want to come to work today. He can't imagine that there was a time when he hated this job.

He sticks his tongue out and licks your nipple making you squeal. You wiggle your body and his cock moves in you and—yeah he's ready to go again.

*

"I want to be on top again," you announce.

He feels relaxed with you like he has already shown you all the sides of him, he can now be comfortable with you. "You like being in charge."

"Well, I am your boss."

He squints. "Does that mean you're paying to have sex with me?"

For once, you laugh at an actual joke he has made, instead of his idiot self. You lean forward and whisper in his ear. "Do you like being my hooker, Alex?" You're biting on the lobe of his ear and he swears this is heaven.

"Well, technically your dad is paying me so—"

You pull back and hit his chest, shoving him away from you. "Ew! Don't say things like that. Ew! Ew! Ew!"

Alex softly chuckles at the whole display and grabs a hold of your hips to keep you from moving around or off of him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I swear."

You slowly still and look back at him. You're staring and he's worried you've changed your mind. You lean forward, wrapping your arms around his neck, cuddling yourself to his chest. "I believe you." You pull back and peck him. "Are we ready now?"

He nods.

"No more bad jokes."

"I swear," he promises.

Once you've both composed yourselves enough, you start to grind your hips down into him, burying his cock as deep inside of you as you can.

"You're so deep," you tell him, placing a hand on his chest to lean forward a bit, before slamming back down. You move up and down his cock slowly at first before your body takes over and you start riding him faster.

Alex watches you move, his dick slipping through his own load, making it easier to move in and out. He reaches up, groping at your boobs as you continue to roll your hips in just the right way so that his cock is hitting all the right places deep inside of you. He can't decide between watching his cock disappearing inside of you or your tits bouncing up and down as you grind into him.

He opts for watching his cock, and slipping in and out of you somehow feels even more amazing while watching it. You alternate between rolling your hips and moving up and down on his dick, and when you lean back and give him a better view, he can see some of his cum leaking out of your hole, and sliding down his shaft. It just turns him on more, and he starts pumping up to meet your hips.

Your walls close in on him, tightening around him as you start to convulse on top of him. Your orgasm rips through you, causing your hips to buck and quake around Alex's cock, setting him off. He comes right after you, shooting a second load into your already cum filled pussy, the white liquid immediately starting to seep out of you because there was nowhere for it to go. You pulse together for a moment, your core sending pulses through his dick, completely overwhelming him. His legs shake as he comes down, spent.

"Fuck, that was nice," you sigh, moving off of him to collapse onto his side. Now that Alex isn't inside of you anymore, you can feel all of his cum starting to ooze out of you. "My bed is gonna get dirty," you say, but make no effort to move. You widen your legs to slip a finger in you, your digit getting covered. You lift it up to his lips. "Try it."

"Me?"

"Yeah, you, come on, try it," you encourage, poking the finger at his lips. He sucks on your finger. "How's it taste?"

It's an odd feeling, tasting his own cum. "I don't know," he laughs. "Good. I've never tasted jizz before."

You giggle and fall onto your back, stretching out. His eyes stare down your whole body, still captivated by your boobs. "I like it. Should I get other samples for you?"

He tugs you closer to him and you roll onto his chest. "Shut up," he mutters. You peer up at him so instantly, he'd fall at your feet if he was standing. Instead, he leans down and kisses you chastely with no intentions for more. "I should probably get back to work."

You pout and sit up, figuring it's best to clean up now. Or have Sonya change your sheets. "Okay."

Alex stands up and is quick to get his clothes back on, not wanting to be caught off the clock.

"Do you want to come back later?" You ask.

"Like tonight?" Alex questions. You're standing naked in the doorway between your bedroom and your bathroom and it's easy to say if you said, "Jump," he'd say, "How high?" 

"Yeah," you nod, "like sometime after dinner."

"Uh, yeah, sure," he quickly agrees.

You disappear into the bathroom. "Alright. Don't keep me waiting."

*

"You kept me waiting!" You whine as you open your bedroom door.

He walks in, shutting the door behind him. "Sorry, sorry. I was stuck fixing something in your dad's office."

You lean on him, your arms around your neck, pouting up at him. "What about me? Aren't I more important?"

Alex quietly laughs. His arms wrap around your waist, skimming up and down on your lower back. "I mean, yeah, but what did you want me to say to your dad? 'I have to go fuck your daughter.'"

You roll your eyes. "Fine. But you're still keeping me waiting."

"You want me to take care of you?" He flirts, eyeing you all around.

He nods slowly, looking up at him as he leans down and kisses you. You quickly back up into your bed and lie down on it together. It's much more caring than last time. It's slow and sensual and he does this thing where he strokes his hand up your side but doesn't try to take your shirt off. 

You make the first move, setting everything into action. You pull his shirt off, interrupting your making out. Alex seems to get the message to put a move on things so he lifts your shirt off and you're not wearing a bra, of course, causing him to mutter, "Fuck" at the sight of your naked breasts.

He smothers them, kissing them, rounding his tongue on your nipples making you moan. You grab his hair, your fingers clutch onto it. His hair is so messy and out of place already, you're just making it worse. 

Alex moves down, kissing down your body before he reaches your pajama shorts, so small and petite that your ass sticks out of them. He kisses the knot you've made in the front before slowly untying it, making you ache in anticipation. You lift your hips and he pulls them down agonizingly slow.

He looks back up, staring at your bare cunt. He takes you by surprise and suddenly his mouth is on it. You moan, your body shaking at the slightest contact, his tongue a huge relief. "More." He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks for a bit, the flat of his tongue applying pressure at the same time, before moving back down to your hole again, dipping his tongue as far into you as it will go. Your hand moves to grip his hair again, this time tighter, as he pumps in and out of you, pulling his face even closer.

Your hips start to buck into his mouth, driving Alex's tongue deeper and deeper into you, and you can feel yourself building up. "Fingers. Use your fingers." You commanded. He instantly listens, replacing his tongue with two fingers and moving back up to suck on your clit. He licks and sucks and pumps until you start quivering against him, your orgasm hitting you brutishly.

Once your shaking lessens, he kisses your lower stomach, waiting for your next instructions.

"Well?" You question. He takes that as an invitation to make his next move. He sits up and grabs your waist, spinning you around and setting you down on all fours in front of him. You let out a yelp at the movement. 

He pulls you back against him, lining himself up and slamming into you. The softness from before is gone and replaced with utter hard need. His sweetness slips through as he asks, "Does that feel okay?"

"Yes, it feels really fucking good," you heavily breathe out. Your face pressed against the bedsheets as you push your ass back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust as he pounds into you.

He wraps his arms around your stomach and continues the rough pace. "Do you want me to go slower?" He asks.

"No!" You quickly shout. You're clawing at your sheets, desperate for relief. "Keep going." So, as always, he listens as he hammers into you, his grip tight on your hips as he drags you into him.

"So close," you gasp out, bucking back into him frantically. He brings a hand up to your clit and his fingers work away, rubbing it for you. He feels right on the edge and you're only pulling him closer and closer. "I'm gonna..."

You don't get a chance to finish your sentence as you start to spasm against him, coming harder. Your body jerks as you orgasm, and just as you start calming down, you feel his cock throbbing before he lets go inside of you for a third time.

"Oh, god, fucking fuck, fuck," he moans, his body feeling totally out of control. You lie down, slipping off of him. You let your body vibrate for a minute or two. Alex watches, unsure of how to move, catching his breath. You turn your head and smile at Alex, whose eyes are glued to you. His chest heaving and his cock is still dirty, but his eyes remain on you.

"You're working tomorrow, right?" You ask.

He nods. "Yeah."

You smile devilishly. You sit up and kiss him sweetly on the lips. "I have just the job for you."

*

a/n: so...how y'all doing?

[ereawrites]

Hey gurl✨ I’m in my wife era rn so maybe some Shisui and/or Tobirama husband/jealous husband hcs?🫣 I loooovee your writing and tbh your thoughts are my thoughts so no pressure😩 If you not feeling it feel free to ignore me babe🧚🏻‍♀️

YOU HAVE FED ME SO GOOD MISS GIRL! under the cut for length

shisui

this isn't too relevant but I have to include it. it's too cute. I definitely see shisui getting married pretty young, like early 20s. if he finds his person he's going for it. probably gets a lot of shit for it from his family, but he doesn't care

loooong honeymoon period. in part because they're still a young couple but also... shisui is just a really devoted husband. he loves the married life. insists on kissing her goodbye every morning, eating together every night, stuff like that

LOVES DECORATING THEIR HOUSE are u kidding me. let's say they get a kinda shitty place right after they get married, and put a tonne of work into doing it up. he gets so into painting, building the furniture, even starts up a little herb garden in their kitchen

finds so many ways to drop his wife into conversation lol. he's down bad even after the honeymoon period ends, so he wants to show her off. his FAV is when she swings by his workplace to bring him his 'forgotten' lunch. he turns around to the rest of the guys like. yeah. that's my WIFE. isn't she hot.

very much a believer in keeping the romance alive. he wants to keep making the effort with her until the day he dies. veryyyy good at remembering anniversaries, scheduling regular date nights, etc. always makes sure she has fresh flowers in the house

obviously it isn't all perfect though. especially while they're young (and presumably both still active, high-ranking shinobi) their schedules keep them apart a lot. and this hits shisui really hard tbh. he hates coming back to an empty home after a long mission, knowing he might not even see his wife before he has to leave again

work is probably where most of their arguments stem from, actually. I don't see it being a regular thing, but it's easy for resentment to build in those kinds of situations. shisui is very torn between his love for his village, and his love for his wife, and the fact he can't prioritise both. thankfully shisui is a good communicator so they make things work.

in terms of jealousy... I don't see it being a common thing. maybe before they get married he tends towards it a bit more, but once she's his wife, why would he worry? she's his entire world and he knows she loves him just as much

the only way I rly see him getting jealous at all is if they're going through a bit of a rough patch for the reasons mentioned above. maybe they haven't seen each other in weeks, and they both get back from a mission on the same day. and there's some kind of event/function that evening that they have to attend

so they barely have a chance to acknowledge each other, before they're pulled apart again by the crowd. so if shisui sees some random guy getting a little too close and flirty with her, he gets more annoyed than he'd like to admit

even then though.. he's not necessarily jealous as much as he is upset. like goddamn just let this poor man have his beloved wife to himself for a night. in this situation he's more likely to behave more rashly than usual, and he might just make some excuses and take her home lol. he gets a little bit pouty until she gives him some attention

overall, though, he's very chill. he trusts her implicitly, and expects the same from her. they need to have a very honest, respectful relationship if he's going to wife her up

god okay and in old age they're so cute together. I bet they have a bunch of kids (probably accidentally tbh lol) so then they end up with a whole squadron of grandchildren. he's that fun grandpa who sneaks them sweets when the parents aren't looking. all the grandbabies want to sleep over at their house. and they LOVE it.

to sum up: very good husband. very relaxed, communicates well, makes her feel loved every day. why did he have to die I want to throw myself off a bridge.

tobirama

first of all. good job to this woman. wrangling tobirama into marriage is not an easy job. he's so fucking ANNOYING. it probably takes him years to confess he even has feelings for her, let alone ask for her hand in marriage

but once he gets there. it's pretty cute. he doesn't really act very differently for the most part - he'd already decided his heart belonged to her well before they married, and wholly committed. so his behaviour doesn't change much, and there isn't much of a honeymoon period. sorry. he's like marriage is just a contractual agreement why would it change anything between us

he does make a few little indulgences though. he gets this smug little look every time he introduces her as his wife. he's actually just a lot more prone to 'showing her off' in general, and more likely to show some physical affection in public. for tobirama that's maybe a peck on the cheek lol. but it's progress

he's definitely a lot.... gentler?idk. with her once they're married as well. he makes an effort to be more patient and less snippy, and shows his appreciation for her in a lot of quiet little ways. for example, he'll be sure to leave work on time no matter how busy it is if he knows she's putting a lot of effort into dinner that night. or if she spends a second too long looking at a new dress in the store, he's buying it for her

on that note. tobirama is such a provider once they're married. he does have that traditional idea of providing for his wife. he'll probably ask her if she wants to become a stay at home wife tbh. if she says yes, he still expects her to get out in the community of course. he'd love if she did volunteering work, maybe at the hospital or with kids or something. but he's also equally happy for her to keep working. power couple vibes very strong

they have a nice, quiet little house away from the village where no one bothers then and they loooove it. especially tobirama, his wife and their home are his sanctuary. everyone else gtfo

other than that, not much is really different from before their marriage. they probably actually lead quite independent lives, to the point where people don't even know they're married until tobirama drops it into conversation a few months later. they're very private and lowkey.

unfortunately for her, tobirama's paranoia also persists. he's a bit delulu sometimes lol and she knows this going in. but it does inevitably cause some issues, especially if she's headstrong (which is definitely the type of woman he ends up with)

he trusts his wife more than anything. he would never doubt her for a second. but other men? the enemy. not to be trusted. they're all dogs. it drives him absolutely batshit crazy to watch them ogling her, or god forbid trying to flirt with her. which is actually kinda common bc they're such a lowkey couple, so people assume she's single

tobirama isn't one to make a scene per se, but this definitely leads to a few awkward situations in public, and she probably ends up embarrassed a few times. and there's 10000% arguments behind closed doors. I don't see either of them being good with this lol. he acts like she's his political enemy he's ridiculous

but because he loves her so much, and he actually really wants to put work into the longevity of their marriage, he'll come around. he's a lot softer and more willing to compromise when it comes to her. but she can't point that out because he's mortified

over time, he chills out a lot more. they're one of those couples that just get stronger and better with time. they grow a lot together, and although they probably continue to disagree a lot throughout their marriage, it's always in a way that leaves their relationship stronger. and he only gets softer for her. people (hashirama) even start to point out how devoted he is and he can't even deny it. cute

overall a kind of difficult husband, because he is an exceptionally difficult man, but my god he loves her so much. he would do anything to make her happy.

[kelcemenow]

Anything.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

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Warnings Strong language, some fluff and lots and lots of smut. I went a bit heavy on the foreplay but I just can't help myself!

Another anon request that I just had to do! "Hi there. I loved your most recent fic and was wondering if you would be willing to write a smut where the reader (female) promised travis that if he won the superbowl that he could do anything he wanted to her?"

"Anything?" Travis' eyes widened and his mouth gaped open slightly.

"Anything." You repeated, but without the questioning tone. "You win that Superbowl baby, and you can do anything to me."

Travis froze for a second before laughing and rubbing the back of his neck, "Oh baby, you don't know what you've done."

You leaned forward so you were only inches away from his face, "And when I say anything, I mean anything."

His eyes darkened and he leaned in to kiss you but when his lips grazed yours, you pulled back and continued eating your dinner. Travis' eyebrows lowered in confusion.

You pointed your fork to his plate, "Eat your dinner big guy, you've got an important game next week."

Travis didn't move for a second or so, keeping his gaze on you, hoping for a change of heart. You continued eating your chicken, not making eye contact with him. After a moment, Travis breathed out a laugh and started shovelling his food quickly into his mouth.

"Right, I've finished, can I have a kiss now?" He pushed his lips out.

You smiled at his begging expression, placing your hand under his chin and bringing his face to yours for a gentle kiss. Travis hummed in contentment before you leaned back and returned to your plate, flipping the page of your magazine.

"You're going to be sorry. You'd better have a strong coffee on the morning, baby. Imma have you up all night." His eyes lowered down your body.

You continued to read your magazine, "You're that confident that you're going to win?"

"Baby! Do you know who I am? I am the-"

"Yes, yes, the fastest tight end to reach 10,000 receiving yards." You said quickly, "Now, could you add another few yards and get the laundry out of the dryer, please?"

Travis shook his head and laughed, "You keep me humble, babe."

You smiled down at the article you were reading. You liked to keep Travis on his toes and he enjoyed your playfulness. You had been dating for around a year, so it was still relatively the early stage of your relationship. You met soon after the previous season, as a friend of Isabelle Butker, the wife of Travis' Chiefs teammate Harrison. She had invited you to a barbeque at her house and you spotted Travis.

"Isabelle, who's that?"

He was chatting to some other players excitedly.

"Oh, that's Travis." Isabelle nodded as she opened a beer from the cooler, "He's great, I think you two would get along, actually."

You narrowed your eyes, "If you're saying what I think you're saying, no way."

"What?" Her head snapped up quickly, "What do you mean? I'm an excellent matchmaker!"

"That guy you set me up with a couple of months ago? He ordered a salad for me and then started lecturing me about why women should stay and home and take care of the children instead of go to work!"

"Okay, okay...fair enough. But seriously, just go and talk to him."

You picked up your glass of wine and looked over towards him. He was talking enthusiastically with a couple of guys you recognised. He seemed to be focused on the conversation but his eyes suddenly found yours and you felt your breath hitch as he smiled before continuing with his discussion.

You tilted your head to the side, "Hmm, I think I might."

That was almost a year ago. And now you were in your home in Kansas City, getting ready to leave for a week in Arizona for the lead up to the Superbowl. Travis didn't seem nervous, but you knew there was still time. This was the biggest game of the season He had won in 2020, but lost the year after. You really wanted him to win his second ring, to experience the celebration with him. You knew it would be a difficult game for him as he was playing against his brother, Jason, meaning the entire Kelce family were there and the result, whatever it was, would be bittersweet for whoever was on the losing team.

After you had finished dinner, both you and Travis checked over your bags that you had packed for the week in Arizona, but your thoughts were consumed with what plans Travis had for his winning night.

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Your heart was in your mouth as the red and gold confetti filled the sky. The stadium erupted into noise and the entire viewing suite jumped to their feet. Patrick Mahomes' wife Brittany threw her arms around you and Isabella grabbed onto both of your hands as she jumped repeatedly in the air.

"Oh my God, oh my God!" You screamed as you could feel tears forming between your eyelids.

Isabella quickly pulled you both out of the suite, "Come on, we need to get down there."

The three of you, followed by other players families, whizzed through the corridors to get onto the field as quickly as possible. The atmosphere was electric and your head was spinning with the vast amount of people piling onto the field. Your eyes were darting around to locate Travis but as you were searching, you saw the two brothers sharing an emotional hug.

"Congratulations, go celebrate."

Travis looked at his big brother, "I love you, man."

Jason winked and nodded his head towards you and Travis turned around quickly. As soon as he spotted you, his eyes lit up with tears and he came running to you, picking you up and spinning you around. Camera flashes blinded your eyes so you closed them and pressed a firm kiss onto Travis' lips.

As he lowered you back down onto the grass, you stared up at him, "I am so proud of you, baby." You placed your hands onto the sides of his face as he stared lovingly down at you, "So proud. You did it, you won. I love you so much."

Travis leaned down to meet your lips with his again, "I love you too, baby."

You felt his hand lower to grab your ass firmly, squeezing the supple flesh. Your own hand grasped at his toned biceps and you watched as his chest rose and fall hastily.

"You're not too tired are you, big guy?" You hands ran along his arms as you looked up at him.

He leaned down so his mouth was close to you ear, "Not a chance, I'm getting out of here as fast as I can."

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"You...are amazing. I...love...you so much." You said in-between breaths as Travis was latching onto your neck, leaving wet lazy kisses across your skin.

His hands were roaming your clothed body, grasping at the fabric and pulling it so he could have access.

You pulled away from him and walked slowly to the hotel bedroom, his hungry eyes following every step you made. As you reached the bed, you spun on the spot and sat on the edge, looking up at your 6 foot 5 inch man.

"So, you remember our deal?" You asked, a husky rasp to your voice.

Travis nodded and silently made his way to his suitcase, his broad back obstructing your view as to what he had pulled out of it. You waited patiently until he turned to face you, a long black piece of material in his hand.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, baby." His head shook slightly as he spoke, his words laced with lust.

You tilted your head as he came closer to you, "But this is your treat?"

"Watching you squirm as I make you cum is a treat for me."

Your thighs tightened and your pussy throbbed at his words.

He climbed onto the bed behind you and pulled your hair to one side, placing soft kisses on your neck and shoulders, your skin tingling at his touch. Your eyelids fluttered closed and you gasped gently. You leaned back slightly and rested on his chest whilst Travis placed one hand up your jersey, searching for your breasts. His fingers grazed your right nipple and you felt a jolt of pleasure through your body.

Just as you were melting into his touch, he quickly moved away from the bed and walked around to face you. You looked up at him, your pink swollen lips parted and his eyes darkened further. You smiled when he placed the black fabric over your eyes and tied it into a knot at the back of your head.

Suddenly, your world was black and all you had to rely on was your other senses. You felt Travis' hands run up your thighs and as you stood up, he gently pulled down your tight, ripped jeans and you carefully stepped out of them. All of the sudden, you felt Travis' lips on yours, gently and almost ghosting over your mouth. You leaned forward for him but he wasn't there. You could hear movement on the bed behind you but you stayed where you were, wanting to be under Travis' full control.

You felt his breath on your neck behind you and he pulled the jersey you were wearing over your head so you were left in your lace bra and thong. Travis let out a small groan at the sight of your ass and you heard him shift again on the bed behind you. He placed a gentle grip on your arm and guided you down onto the bed so you were laid on your back. After a couple of seconds, his hands slowly removed your thong as his lips kissed your stomach and hips, getting closer to your pussy with every kiss.

You let out a sigh, your chest quivering and struggling to control your breathing. Travis blew gently on your exposed clit, and the cool air made you throw your head back in preparation. He had always been good with foreplay, he knew exactly what to do to drive you crazy but you knew this night was going to be different.

You parted your legs slightly and Travis' wet tongue drew a stripe up your folds, flicking your clit at the end. Your legs tensed tightly and then opened further so you could allow him better access. Travis got to work immediately, his tongue expertly exploring your pussy. His movements were gentle but firm, and you could occasionally hear him humming, the vibrations running through your body. A tightness built up in your lower stomach, causing you to arch your back off of the bed and a low guttural sound to leave your lips. Travis ran his hand up your stomach, reaching for your chest. His fingers found your left breast, nipping at the skin, pinching your nipple and tugging at it. You hissed at the slight pain, enjoying the sharp sensation that flooded your body.

He removed his tongue and replaced it with his fingers, gently pushing them inside of you. You felt his frame cover yours, his mouth kissing your neck and chest. Your breathing became uneven and you curled your toes, holding onto the orgasm that was building up inside of you. Travis must have noticed as he lifted his lips to your ear.

"Go on baby, that's it. Let that perfect pussy cum for me."

His low growl in your ear made you completely release, a wetness covering his fingers with force. You heard Travis gasp, and then felt him speed up, pumping his fingers in and out with an impressive pace. You squealed as you released some more, your cum spurting with force.

Travis quickly flipped you over so you were lying on your front. He moved behind you and lifted your hips upwards, steadying yourself on your knees. You pressed your cheek into the bed, letting your torso relax. You arched your back as he returned his tongue to your vagina, lapping up the juices that were covering your folds. Your muscles quivered and your body writhed with pleasure.

"Mmm, you taste so sweet." He breathed into your pussy.

You bit down on the pillow next to your face to stop yourself from screaming and Travis responded by grabbing at your thighs, digging his fingers in and flicking your clit with his tongue. Your back arched even further and your throat croacked.

"Travis...baby...I need your dick." You panted, "Please...uhh...p-lease."

His hands moved to your ass, slapping his hand across the skin. You moaned at the sting but continued to beg for him.

"Fuck me, Travis...do what you want to me...fuck me, baby."

Travis chuckled and lifted himself up onto his knees, his thick erection perfectly positioned at your entrance. You bucked backwards slightly, pushing his tip against your wet lips. You could feel your pussy pulsating and with one easy motion, he slid himself inside of you, causing you to gasp at his size. Your walls stretched around him and you whined as you adjusted to him.

He started slow and gentle, letting you feel every inch of his cock. He rested his hands on your back before he tangled them in your hair, grasping at it to pull you upwards and onto your hands. You clutched at the bed sheets, tightening your fists as you took his length. He grunted with each thrust, his sounds fuelling your second orgasm.

Quickly, he pulled his member out and flipped you back onto your back before removing your blindfold. You blinked and your eyes adapted to the light. He smiled when you locked eyes with him, finally gazing upon his handsome and strong features. His mouth parted and he bit down on his bottom lip as his dick plunged into you, your cum spilling out. Your eyes widened as he repeatedly thrusted with a powerful force. He pressed his forehead to yours, steadying himself as he increased his speed. Contrary to earlier, you screamed this time with no care for how loud you were, making wild sounds to signify your intense pleasure. Travis breathed through gritted teeth, the muscles in his arms bulging and flexing with each movement.

You vision started to get blurry as you sensed your next orgasm. You licked your dry lips and grunted Travis' name before you felt a release of ecstasy wash over you. Every muscle in your body seemed to tense then relax, your breathing even more rushed and manic than before. You turned your head slightly but Travis placed a large hand on your chin and pulled your gaze back to him, his urgent expression prolonging your climax.

After some laboured thrusts, Travis tightened his grip on you and his body contorted as he released his cum into you. Your walls clenched as you felt him pulsate, his ejaculation filling you up. He collapsed slightly, but was careful not to put his whole weight on top of you. Instead, he held himself up by his elbow, stroking the side of your face with his other hand.

His face was red and speckled with beads of sweat. His eyes bore into you as he smiled, "You are perfect, baby."

"Nobody is perfect, Travis."

He narrowed his eyes, "You are. I love you so much." He pushed some rogue hairs away from your face with his thumb and kissed your forehead, "I would do anything for you."

"Anything?"

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I am really enjoying getting requests these days! You all have such wonderfully creative ideas! I also wanted to check whether people would want me to start a standard taglist? I have one for my Touchdown series, but wondered if I should have a regular one for all of my writing?

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CLIFFORD AND EMILY | Sebastian Vettel

f1 masterlist | ao3 | ask me anything or let's talk!

ferrari sebastian vettel x race engineer wife!reader

word count: 3195

summary: y/n tells seb that it would be a great present for his birthday to adopt a puppy, and they find the perfect one

warnings: fluff, fluff and more fluff. dad ferrari!seb as i can't get rid of him. based on 2018 season and narrated on seb's pov

a/n: once again, this is part of history series (coming soon as is being heavily edited) and translated by cele! changed my layout to my comfort people so are you like it? also, as always, i'll be waiting for your feedback, as well as comments and chats on that anon button please! and also, don't forget reblogs are truly appreciated guys! tysm <3

© VETTELSVEE (2024). please, do not steal, copy or translate my works. thanks for reading!

Normally, I didn't have trouble getting up in the mornings, especially during Grand Prix weekends, but today it had been incredibly hard to leave Y/N and Emily sleeping.

Maybe the problem was that today was my birthday, and, in part, we couldn't spend it like a normal family. I didn't mind working on such a special day, but it did bother me when I thought it was my first birthday with Emily.

Very reluctantly, I decided to start my day, trying not to let my bad mood consume me. As soon as I set foot on the floor, I adjusted the sheets to cover my girlfriend, taking the utmost care not to wake her. Nights with our daughter were exasperating, and I didn't know how Y/N managed to be at one hundred percent during team meetings, press conferences, free practice sessions, qualifying and the race, and especially the briefings and all the data analysis her job entailed.

I trained with Eddie for just an hour and a half. According to him, my birthday present was a less strict training session; even so, we ran a lap around the block where the hotel was located, and then we went straight to the gym.

At half-past seven in the morning, to my good fortune, he told me I could go back to my room to get ready for that Friday.

I entered as quickly as I could, being very careful because it was still quite early, and I assumed my girls would be resting. Deep down, I knew that wasn't going to be the case, so I wasn't surprised to see Y/N, still in her pyjamas, walking back and forth while breastfeeding Emily and trying to eat a piece of toast.

“God!” She quickly swallowed the bite and pretended she hadn't been eating. I couldn't help but laugh at how cute the scene seemed to me. “I'm so sorry, Seb. I had ordered breakfast to be brought up and ready for when you came, but I was so hungry and wasn't sure when Eddie would let you go today…”

I shook my head and approached her. I left a short kiss on her lips and then placed another on my daughter's forehead.

“Happy birthday, sunshine,” she said, wrapping her free arm around me. “How many birthdays have we spent together now? Eight?”

“Seven,” I corrected her, remembering we didn’t get to spend the 2008 one together. “And I hope there will be more because I'm not going to let you get rid of me anytime soon.”

“Do you really think I'm going to get rid of you so soon? In case you don't remember, we not only work together: we also share a house, a cat, a daughter, and we're going to have a dog…”

After that last part, Y/N let out a small scream and covered her mouth with her hand.

If I was the one who could keep secrets perfectly, Y/N Y/L/N was the complete opposite.

“What do you mean by a dog, Y/N?”

“Oh, well, I don't know… I must have mixed up some conversation I had with Aristella about Cherry,” her nerves were quite noticeable. “I got confused, and…”

“Y/N, I know you perfectly, and I know when you're lying to me. What did you mean by we’re going to have a dog?”

Given my insistence and, why not say it, the poker face I probably had, my girlfriend sighed. She placed Emily in the crib next to our bed and, while asking me to sit down and start having breakfast, took her mobile phone and immersed herself in it.

“Well, you see…” she began, sitting in front of me and taking a strawberry in her hands. “Since you adopted Vanilla as a surprise for me, I've been thinking that I would like to do the same for you, but between the chaotic 2013 we had and Emily's birth, I found it a bit impossible. It's also true that it's something I would like to discuss before doing it because it's a matter that depends not only on me but also on you,” she clarified.

“And that means…?”

“Forget it, Seb. It doesn't matter. I haven't told you anything, okay? Forget it.”

It bothered me to see her so indecisive, though it didn’t stop me from finding her idea quite endearing deep down. I knew she was nervous; the constant fiddling with the napkin and her flushed cheeks were proof of that.

“Do you want to adopt a dog?” I asked her, loud and clear.

“It’s not that I want to adopt a dog. Well, I do, but…” she sighed, stopped eating breakfast, and looked at me directly. “The thing is, I know you’d like to have a dog, and you’ve had that idea in your head for quite some time, so I thought that, only if you want, we could adopt one,” she finally explained.

“Do you want to wait until we get back home? If you want, we can talk to Michael and have him recommend…”

“No, no, not at all! I’ve already talked to Lewis about it, and he’s informed me,” she hastened to clarify. “Since I wanted to do all this, if possible, today, I asked him where he adopted Roscoe and Coco. I thought today was the perfect day for the adoption because it’s your birthday,” she repeated.

I nodded as I got up and headed towards Emily’s crib, who had started crying once more.

“I mean, all this is only if you want, of course,” Y/N spoke again. Before I could respond, she interrupted me once more. “But if you want, we can do it when we get back home. I don’t mind, except I wouldn’t have another birthday present to give you…”

Still holding the baby in my arms, I approached her and silenced her with a long, slow kiss, one I took my time with but received no complaints about, quite the opposite.

Y/N always went out of her way with gifts, even during times when her finances weren't the best. I much preferred her giving me something symbolic over an expensive whim.

So, the fact that she wanted to adopt a dog today, as my birthday present, made this thing I had wanted for so long even more special. Plus, thinking that Emily would grow up with the new member of the family made it a thousand times better.

“If my girl says it’s happening today, then we should follow her lead,” I finished saying. “What time do you think we’ll be done with everything we have to do today?”

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“I hope there aren’t too many people, because if Britta finds out we’re doing all this without telling her…”

“Y/N, relax. If there’s any problem or anything, I’ll handle the press. Besides, it’s not like they don’t know me: remember I adopted Roscoe and Coco there, so they know me quite well.”

Lewis had decided to come with us to, according to him, ensure his friends received proper treatment. Deep down, I knew it was because he didn’t want to see Aristella, Britta’s niece and Y/N's best friend, hanging around Rosberg even while they were in the middle of their divorce process.

Hamilton’s concern for the girl wasn’t just something a friend would have, and I knew he was fully aware of that.

“Do you have something in mind, Seb?”

Lewis’s voice snapped me out of my trance.

“Sorry, what?”

“If you’ve thought of a name for the dog,” the dark-haired man spoke again. “I hope it’s something different from the usual. You know, the world has too many Tobys and all those common dog name variants.”

“If we’re talking about giving common names to pets, Seb is your guy,” Y/N spoke now, almost shouting. “When he adopted Vanilla just to get me to move in with him, he told me Garfield was a better name. Garfield, like the cartoon cat! If that’s not common…”

“What do you want to call an orange cat, Y/N? Vanilla? I remind you that you wanted to name her Cheeto…”

“Because she looked like a Cheeto and I thought it was a male!” she retorted. “Later, when I realised she was female and not so orange, I named her Vanilla.”

“Vanilla, I like it. It’s an… interesting name,” Lewis intervened. “Can I ask why you named her like that?”

“Y/N's favourite ice cream flavour is vanilla. That, and if you add the fact that cats are her favourite animal…” I answered in her place.

I saw Y/N's lips curve slightly in the rear-view mirror.

Then, she turned around and put a hand on my leg, stroking it.

“I hope you find the perfect name for the new family member, love. Even if it’s the same as every other dog in the world,” she said ironically.

After those words, I realised we had arrived at the shelter Lewis Hamilton seemed to admire so much.

The Brit, as he guided us towards what appeared to be the entrance, commented that we should be careful with Emily, not because the furry ones were aggressive, but because they got very excited when they had visitors, especially if they were children.

A dark-skinned woman with completely dark hair was at the door, as if she had been waiting for us for a while. Lewis gave her a hug and immediately introduced us.

“These are Sebastian Vettel, his girlfriend Y/N, and their daughter, Emily.”

She gave us a smile, and I saw she intended to shake our hands until she saw our little one. She approached to dote on her as soon as Y/N gave her permission with a glance. Emily’s laughter began to fill the room, and she started to move cheerfully in Y/N's arms.

“I’m so sorry for my lack of manners, but when I see such a beautiful baby like this little one…” the woman began to say, still playing with the child. Then, she cleared her throat and looked at both of us. “Nice to meet you, couple,” she finally shook our hands. “I’m Jade, and well, I’ve been a volunteer at this shelter since time immemorial, back in the prehistoric times.”

“Don’t say that, Jade! You look wonderful,” Lewis told her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t be so flattering, young man,” she chided him. “I appreciate all kinds of compliments for my age, but that’s not why we’re here. Well, tell me: if I’m not mistaken, and as your friend here has told me, you want to expand your family, right?”

Now she was looking intently at both of us. I nodded in response; at the same time, and by inertia, my right arm wrapped around my girlfriend’s waist, which made Emily start reaching out her little arms to come to me.

“Today is Seb’s birthday, and he’s been wanting to adopt a dog for quite some time,” my girlfriend explained.

“Oh, the adoption is a birthday gift!” Jade exclaimed, beginning to clap and approaching me quickly to give me a hug that I gladly accepted. “Happy birthday, dear! How old are you now?”

“Twenty-eight.”

“Oh, dear. If I could be that age again…”

I smiled at her response as Y/N handed me Emily, who had started babbling to come to me.

“A daddy’s girl, I see, huh?” Jade chimed in. Y/N was about to answer, but before she could even do so, the woman was already speaking again. “Well, since it’s your birthday, I think I have the perfect gift for you.”

Without saying anything more, the woman gestured for us to follow her, and we did. We passed through several areas with dogs of different ages roaming freely, who approached us to sniff and perhaps convince us to adopt them.

Lewis mentioned that some of them were related to Coco. I laughed at the supposed joke, which stopped being a joke when Jade confirmed it. Y/N lagged behind a few times because she stopped to play with the dogs that approached her, which were quite a few. Emily and I, however, kept a brisk pace, possibly eager to find out what the woman was talking about and why she was being so mysterious.

Finally, we arrived at a kind of room with less light than I expected and, to my surprise, full of what seemed to be soft little beds. On top of them, not only was there a dog lying down that seemed quite tired, but there were also several puppies nursing from her.

Jade indicated before we entered that we should remain silent.

“One of our dogs gave birth last night,” she told us. “I don’t want to give all her puppies up for adoption since I’d like at least one to stay with her, but considering that the puppies and you share a birthday, I’d be delighted if you adopted one of them.”

I opened my eyes wide and couldn’t say anything. Next to me, Y/N seemed to have reacted the same way I did.

Saying we were surprised would be an understatement.

“But… are you serious?” my girlfriend commented, still in surprise.

“Of course, dears!” the woman responded cheerfully. “The only issue, so to speak, though it’s not really a problem, is that it’ll take about a month and a half before you can take him home. You know, the separation process from the mother is crucial.”

“No problem, really. We’ll wait as long as it takes,” I finally spoke. “Besides, I think we have a break around that time, right?”

“Yes, about a month,” Lewis replied.

“We’ve already got our vacation destination, sunshine,” Y/N said to me, apparently much more excited than I was.

“Now, I need you to tell me something important: which one of them do you want to be your little girl’s new brother?”

Still holding Emily, Y/N and I carefully approached the puppies.

To our eyes, they all looked exactly the same. We couldn’t see their eyes, but I was almost convinced they would be similar to the colour of their fur, a light brown skin similar to beach sand. They were huddled together and didn’t seem to be doing anything other than trying to nurse for as long as possible.

“Do you know what breed or mix they are?” Y/N asked the lady with that characteristic curiosity of hers.

“If I remember correctly, their mother is a golden retriever and their father, a big labrador.”

My girlfriend thanked her, turning towards her and leaving Emily by herself for a moment. At that point, seemingly unaware that her mother wasn't watching her every move, the little one began to crawl towards the puppies. Instinctively, I quickly scooped her up in my arms to prevent her from doing so. However, she didn't seem to give up: she started kicking until, just like that, I brought her a little closer to the furry animals.

While Y/N and Lewis chatted with Jade, I remained seated on the floor next to my daughter, who seemed to have settled on a particular puppy. I tried shifting her gaze from side to side, attempting to get her to notice the rest of them, but it seemed the one farthest from its mother had caught her attention the most.

“I think Emily has chosen who’s going to be her adopted sibling, hasn’t she?” I remarked.

As soon as I said that, the three of them turned towards me, crouching down to my level. Emily was still engrossed with that little one and seemed to continue being so until we left.

“Have you chosen for Daddy, Emi?” Y/N asked, almost lying on the floor to join the game that Emily was playing with the one who seemed to be our new child. “Do you want this to be your new little brother? Or sister, of course.”

“He's a boy, actually,” Jade intervened. “And, if I’m honest and don't recall incorrectly, he’s the oldest of the whole litter.”

“Do you want to adopt this little one then, sunshine? Honestly, if you’re not convinced we can wait a bit…” Y/N whispered as if wanting it to be a secret between us.

“Clifford,” I suddenly blurted out.

They looked at me as if they had seen a ghost. Of course, I would act the same if someone dropped a name out of nowhere in a situation like this.

“I want to name him Clifford,” I clarified. “Remember the series about that big red dog you told me you watched with your sisters when they were little?” I asked my girlfriend, who nodded. “Well, if I remember correctly, you told me that the main character of the series, who was also the owner of the dog, was named Emily.”

“What’s that got to do with it, love?” she asked, curious. Did she really not know why I had suggested that name?

“Well, it just so happens that your daughter is named Emily and she seems to have chosen for us.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up and widened exaggeratedly. I swear I saw them get a little misty when she finally seemed to understand what I meant. Immediately, she stood up, took the baby in her arms, and began to talk to her while they played as if they were the only ones in the room.

“I guess I already have a birthday present, right?” I asked the redhead, standing beside her and giving her a kiss on the forehead and another to our daughter.

“Emily and Clifford…” she murmured. “I like it. I love it, actually.”

“Well, I hope that when we have the next baby, I can nail it in the same way.”

Jade, after the last sentence that I had just said, was left dumbfounded. Lewis, for his part, tried to turn a deaf ear and, instead, told me that they would be waiting for us at the entrance to do all the necessary paperwork, not without whispering to me in the least blatant way possible that he hoped that this would be my other birthday present.

Obviously, he deserved a well-deserved punch from Y/N.

“Are you already thinking about the next baby, love? Emily hasn’t even turned one yet!”

“I always think about the second baby, to be honest,” I replied. I was convinced, and I knew as well as she did that we had barely laid the foundations of our family. “A puppy brother for Emily is fine, but a human one would be a thousand times better. Don’t you think so?”

Y/N rolled her eyes and turned away, heading towards the shelter entrance. I quickly caught up with her, and her laughter filled my ears.

“If you're already thinking about our second baby, then we'll have to listen to Lewis and start practising tonight before dinner with my parents,” she suggested.

Her mischievous look infected me, and I couldn’t help but return it.

“As the birthday boy, I vote for squeezing in a free practice session before dinner with my parents tonight. How does that sound?”

“Whatever you wish, birthday boy,” she replied. “But I hope you come up with a good enough excuse for them not to suspect anything when we arrive late, and also when you ask if they can keep Emily overnight.”

[lolahasmoxie]

Conversations at 3 AM (E.M.)

PAIRING: Eddie Munson x Reader

WORD: 1.3k

WARNING: nudity, language, casual intimacy, established relationship, friends to lovers, mentions of getting pregnant, mentions of sexy times, heart-to-heart talks (Eddie & reader are 25)

CONCEPT: You and Eddie aren't used to people sticking around.

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Even though you were born at 6 a.m. on the dot, you were a night owl through and through.

During high school and college, summer meant you became a nocturnal creature, much to the annoyance of your family. There was one person it never annoyed, though.

You had met Eddie in elementary school after he moved into the trailer across from yours. From the day you met, you had been thick as thieves. For years, your friends watched as you skirted the line of will they won't they, watching the other traverse dating and relationships with an envious eye. It wasn't until a year ago, when Eddie kissed you during the middle of a movie night, that you had finally become more.

Tonight, you'd had dinner at Steve's house with the whole gang, seeing as Mike, Dustin, and Lucas were all in town for a long weekend from college. The boys had planned a one-off campaign at your shared apartment the following night, and by midnight, you and Eddie were in your home.

Side by side, you brushed your teeth, trying not to laugh as Eddie made faces at you in the mirror. Once in your Queen bed, Eddie's hands began mapping your body, and in a practiced routine that felt like breathing, you let him love you until sleep came for you both.

However, this time, sleep only came for Eddie.

You had tried everything to fall back asleep: counting sheep, listing Metallica songs followed by Black Sabbath, breathing in time with Eddie. Nothing worked. So, as carefully as you could, you crawled out of his hold, placing your pillow closer to Eddie when he started to stir. As his gangly arms wound around the object, you entered your kitchen.

You had been at the table for a while when you heard soft footsteps coming down the hallway. Turning your head, you watch as your tall metalhead boy walks into the kitchen naked as a jaybird, cock dangling freely as his hands wipe at his eyes like a little boy.

"What time issit." he mumbles as Eddie comes up behind you. He wraps his arms around you, placing a kiss on your hairline. "Why are you still up?"

"Almost 3 a.m. and I tried to go to sleep, but no dice," you say. He nods in understanding before sitting next to you at the table.

"I was having this great dream; you were wearing that black number you wore to our last show at the Hideout? Anyway, you were letting me drag you to the bathroom to do unspeakable things to you when I woke up, and instead of rubbing against my pretty girlfriend, I was humping your pillow. By the way, I'm pretty sure there's a stain, and I'm sorry in advance." You can't help but smile as you dip a carrot into the hummus.

"Didn't want to wake you up. You know how I toss and turn when I can't sleep."

"So there's no reason you're up at almost 3 a.m. eating," he paused as he reached for the container of hummus. "Jalapeno hummus? Holy fuck, you're not pregnant, are you?"

"No, you asshole," you playfully slap Eddie's arm as he tries to play off his terrified expression. "Nice to know how you feel about the topic, though."

"I'm just warning you, we could be on a babymaking schedule to get knocked up; I will still probably freak the fuck out when it does happen, so just a heads up for when we get there."

"Duly noted." you chuckle. Eddie laces his hand into yours and brings them to his lips. You can feel his eyes on you; you know Eddie will give you your space to work out whatever is going on in your brain. But he's also a persistent asshole who won't stop until he finds out why you left him alone in bed. "Does this ever feel too good, Eds?"

"What do you mean?"

"Us. I mean, we disagree on things, but we never really fight. Being together with you has always just felt scarily easy; I've never had that with other boyfriends." You sigh as you look at your joined hands. "Feels like I'm waiting for something, but I don't know for what."

"Easy, I know what it is," Eddie says as he gives your hand a squeeze. "You're waiting for the other shoe to drop." When you meet his gaze, those cow-brown eyes study you, looking at you with more love than you think you can handle.

"Elaborate, please."

"You and I have always been alike," he begins. "our dating histories are littered with people telling us we were too much. Too loud, too needy, or too whatever. But here's the good part, babe. You will never be too much for me. Ever."

"You mean it?" You're impressed that he could sum up your feelings so succinctly. He grins at you, a beautiful smile spreading from ear to ear.

"Of course I mean it. I had to watch you date assholes for ten years; you really think I'm gonna let you go now that I'm lucky enough to call you mine? Not a chance, sweetheart." You reach out a hand and cup his cheek, and you can't help but smile when Eddie leans into your touch.

"Thank you, Eddie."

"No problem; you know, I had resigned myself to loving you from afar a long time ago. Sometimes, when I wake up next to you, I feel like I gotta pinch myself to make sure it's real."

"You're such a cheeseball," you tease. "Why don't you head back to bed? I'm gonna clean up and join you in a minute." You stand from your chair, but Eddie stops you with a tug of your hand. In a flash, you're on his lap. Your hands hold onto his shoulders, although you're in no danger of falling. Edde's grip is secure as he gives you a look you are all too familiar with. You speak his name, and he raises a hand to push the hair from your face.

"You know, it was very mean to leave me in that big bed all by myself," he begins, his hand cupping your cheek. You feel your body warm as his thumb caresses your cheek. "Why don't you let me take you back to bed and help quiet that big brain of yours. Sound good, sweetheart?"

You lean in to kiss your man, his arms wrapping tight around you as he fists your shirt in his hands. When his tongue runs along the seam of your lips, you happily grant him access, tangling your hands in his hair while you slowly start to grind against him. When you feel him hard and warm underneath you, you think you may never want to sleep again.

You both enjoy the kiss, neither of you rushing things. You pull back when you need air, and while Eddie's face is happy, there's something else. You raise an eyebrow as he licks his lips.

"You taste like salsa." You can't help but laugh as you lean forward and bury your nose in his neck. He pulls you closer, hands caressing your back like you're the most precious being in his universe. You can feel his chuckle as your chests press together.

You stay still for a moment to enjoy being surrounded by him. One of the things you loved about being nocturnal was how quiet the world was at almost 3 a.m. You hum contentedly when you feel Eddie's lips against your hair. You close your eyes, wanting to commit this moment, this feeling to memory.

"Alright," Eddie taps you on the ass and breaks the silence. "Let me take you back to bed, alright?" You climb out of his lap and softly kiss the corner of his mouth.

"I'll go brush my teeth. Why don't you go make sure the bed is warm." Eddie hops up, cock bobbing comically as he begins to do a naked run back to your room.

"I'll keep the home fires burning! If I fall asleep, wake me up with head!"

BONUS: THE NEXT DAY

Dustin: I'm just gonna have a seat here, and we can get started.

Eddie: fair warning, my naked ass has been on that chair.

Dustin: 😳

Dustin: like, recently naked?

Eddie: last night.

Dustin: you're a fucking animal.

Eddie: 😁

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My Father's Daughter

Part 9

Summary: You've been at the Wayne Manor for over a month.

In some weird way you understand Christine.

You understand why she tries so hard to spend time with you while you're in her home. Why she begs for you to get off of your phone and cook with her. You get why she tries to make the other kids be nice to you. Scolds them harshly when they make snide comments underneath their breath about you.

Truly, you do.

You just...genuinely don't give a shit.

You don't care that she feels bad that she abandoned you for a completely other family and you don't care that she feels like she's losing time to create a bond with you.

You did not care.

Really, you didn't.

"Um,kid... you know I love you but I'm really not that kind of doctor" Bruce Banner said awkwardly over facetime.

You sigh. "Yeah I know B. You were just the first one to pick up the phone."

"Ouch." Banner laughed, " you know, you really are your fathers child."

You smile, one of the rare times you actually did nowadays. " How is the old man?"

You haven't been able to call him since he was paranoid whoever wants you would track your phone calls and find out where you are.

"Your father is even more annoying now without you than he ever has been in my entirety of knowing him" Banner deadpans, " He misses you a lot kiddo, we all do."

You smile sadly, missing your family.

It was hard, seeing these people you barely knew, with a mother you barely knew, stuck in a house you barely knew.

And the fact that they feel like a family. They argue and play jokes on each other. They eat with each other every afternoon ( Bat activities at night), Bruce kisses Christine goodbye when he goes to work. It was so domestic in its weird little ways.

But you didn't fit in.

They laughing and the jokes stopped whenever you walked into the room. The conversations were stale.

It was depressing.

It's not like they ignored you, oh no. That would've been preferable.

No half of them trip over their feet to try and include you in whatever they're doing.

Dick will turn blue chatting your ear off about whatever he thinks will get you to open up to him and Christine?

She will bend over backwards, frontwards, and sideways just to get you to acknowledge she gave birth to you. Every night she comes into your room and tries to talk to you about your life. And every question is met with a dull answer

"So any boys that catch your interest here?" " I don't know, I can't leave the premises"

"Were you in any sports? You look like you'd be a cheerleader like your momma!" " I was in mathletes and debate like Pepper"

"You really are beautiful my baby" "Thanks, everyone says I look like my dad"

It really was a struggle to get you to open up. Almost everyone at the manor had a hard time even starting a conversation with you.

Everyone except of course Alfred and surprisingly Jason Todd.

Alfred won you over as soon as you moved in. He vouched for you when you needed time alone and brings you snacks>

Jason is a whole different story.

See, the reason why it's so hard for everyone to talk to you is because they all refuse to acknowledge the elephant in the room. They're treating you like you were some other orphan Annie they decided to adopt and you just have no family waiting and missing you.

Jason doesn't.

In fact, it was him who caught you trying to sneak out of the mansion the first week you were there. Instead of scolding you or telling on you, he took you out.

"A cap and sunglasses? Kid, that's not a disguise."

"What do you mean?"

He took you to a diner he frequents, a tour of the rooftops to avoid people, and to the safe house he took over from Bruce.

"Tell me about your life." He demands, not asks.

You smile and tell him about it. Your life growing up with the Avengers, school and what major you're going for, that brief fling you had with Pietro before you had to move to Gotham.

It was nice. To be with someone that didn't want to change you. He didn't try to force you into forgiveness and let you vent. He even gave some pretty sound advice.

"You know, at some point you are going to forgive her." He says ignoring your indignant stare, " You don't gotta be bestfriends with her or anything, but that anger is going to either slowly consume you or slowly go way. And believe me, you want it to slowly go way."

And he was right in some ways. The longer you're there, the less anger there is and the more hurt replaces it. It festers inside you like some disease. The symptoms slowly leaking out every time one of them calls her mom.

Every night she comes into your room and tries to pry into your life as if she didn't voluntarily leave it, you feel it.

Everytime you see her brush Cassandra's hair out of her eyes, or kiss damian on the forehead. It's the gentle way she smiles whenever she sees Tim hyperfocused on mission reports, and the way she gets so excited whenever Dick or Jason walk through the front door. Hugging them and chiding them for not visiting more.

It hurts you that they truly are a family.

And after a while, it gets hard for you to try and say that you truly didn't give a shit.

Because honestly, you did

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