Janaeee

20💋This for all my Black Girls🙂‍↕️ atiny army BLACK!

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Masterist ﾒ૦ﾒ૦💋

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Cameron Cade / Tyriq Withers

Obsessed

My Girl pt.1

My Girl pt.2

Jealous

There Goes My Baby

Kpop

Ateez Choi san

The haze of you

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…heyyy

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heyyy... how yall doin

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bare with me its my last week of the semester 😭😭😭😭😭

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just left a party im overly lit😭 lordd , got new stuff coming this week!❤️

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Hey so I was wondering if you could make a fic with Tyriq based on this TikTok

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTMHaBL6E/

It had me thinking like what if that was real😭

If you could could it have smut if you’re okay with that 🤍

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I hope It lives up to expectations , I wasn't too sure on how to go about this so i free styled , hope you enjoy!! <33

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There Goes My Baby - Tyriq Withers

Warnings - Stalking .

Tyriq Withers X reader

W/C - 2.5k

(A POV narrative inspired by This request , Usher’s “There Goes My Baby”)

There goes my baby

She’s getting ready again. I can see her through the sliver of her window, not enough to be caught, just enough to see what I need to. She moves like she’s part of a song only she can hear.

Bet you aint know that I be checking you out, when you be putting your heels on

She’s got that little ritual, the one where she slides on her heels just before she leaves. The way she balances, one hand on the dresser, her hair falling over her face  it’s perfect. I bet she doesn’t even realize anyone notices. But I do. I always do.

Sometimes I imagine she’s doing it for me, that she knows I’m watching. That thought alone makes my chest tighten, like I’m caught between guilt and something too deep to name.

She turns toward the mirror, checking her reflection, and when she lifts her head when her face catches the light  I feel it again. That strange electricity that crawls over my skin, makes the air heavy. 

I get the chills whenever I see your face

It’s like my whole body reacts to her presence, like she controls the current in my veins. Every time I see her face, it’s the same involuntary shiver, that rush that feels like both fear and worship.

She steps out onto the street. I let a few seconds pass before I follow, keeping my distance. Her perfume lingers in the air  soft, familiar, a ghost of her that trails behind.

The world fades around her. Every sound the cars, the wind, the people become background noise. She’s the only real thing moving through the blur. My eyes can’t help but trace every step, every shift of her body as she walks away.

There she goes, the only thing that makes sense in this whole spinning mess of a world.

My baby.

Even if she doesn’t know it. 

Yet.

She stops at the corner, checks her phone. I see the glow light up her face, soft and innocent. Someone’s texting her , maybe that guy she was with last week. He doesn’t get it. He doesn’t see her the way I do. The way she moves, the way she smiles like she’s got the whole world in her pocket.

I whisper the words before I can stop myself 

There goes my baby…

She starts walking again, and I follow, not too close, not too far. I know every rhythm of her life: when she takes the late train, when she leaves her window cracked open, when she hums in the shower. I don’t mean any harm. I just… need to be near her.

Sometimes I imagine saying hello, a chance meeting, something simple. But then I remember how fragile moments like that are. 

If she saw me, really saw me, maybe the spell would break. Maybe the music would stop.

So I stay in the shadows, where she shines brightest.

I still remember the first time I saw her. I was being driven through Times Square on my way to a late-night talk show, another stop on the HIM press tour before the premiere. It was rush hour , horns blaring, billboards flashing, the kind of chaos that makes New York feel like it’s alive and breathing.

And then I saw her.

She was standing at the corner, helping a daycare worker wrangle a small army of kids - seven of them, maybe eight- their tiny hands tangled in bright-colored rope they were holding onto , She crouched down to tie one child’s shoe, smiling like the world wasn’t racing around her at a thousand miles an hour. For a second, everything else blurred. The traffic, the noise, the city itself. It was just her.

Our car kept moving, too fast for the moment to last. But as the city swallowed her back up, I knew I’d never forget her face.

I was humming along to my workout playlist when the sound of my ringtone cut through the music. I sighed, set down the dumbbell, and wiped the sweat from my forehead. The name flashing on my screen made me grin.

My manager.

I tapped the answer button. “What’s up, Darius?”

“Tyriq, my man!” His voice boomed through the speaker, all energy and excitement. “You ready for the premiere tonight?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I said, grabbing my water bottle for a sip. “You know I’ve been running through the talking points, right?”

“Good, good ,because you’re gonna need ’em,” Darius replied. “Red carpet’s packed tonight. Reporters, influencers, the whole nine. You’ll have a couple interviews before the screening starts, Entertainment Weekly, W magazine , maybe one or two surprise outlets.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “You make it sound like I’m going into battle.”

“Hey, man, that carpet is a battlefield. Just keep that charm turned up, drop the movie’s name a few times, and smile like you’re having the best night of your life.”

“Copy that,” I said. “I’ll wrap up here and head home to get ready.”

“Perfect. Car’s picking you up at seven. Don’t keep me sweating like you do those weights.”

I chuckled. “Alright man.”

He laughed and hung up.

For a moment, I stood there, the quiet hum of the gym filling the space where the music used to be. I slipped my earbuds back in, picked up the weights again, and pushed through my last set, each rep syncing with the pulse of anticipation building in my chest.

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The faint scent of baby lotion still clung to my hands, even after two washes. Occupational hazard of wrangling toddlers all afternoon. I glanced at the clock -6:02 p.m.- and my stomach flipped. Less than an hour until I had to be downtown, badge on, mic in hand, pretending I did this kind of thing all the time.

I stood in front of the mirror, curling iron in one hand, phone wedged between my shoulder and ear. My roommate, Tasha, was on the other end, hyping me up as usual.

“Girl, you’re gonna kill it tonight,” she said. “You’ve been manifesting this moment since college.”

“ I know I know I’m just so nervous,” I said, letting the curling iron fall through another section of hair. “What if I freeze up? What if I say something dumb, like- So, how does it feel to be famous?’”

She laughed. “Then you recover. You’re good at that. You talk to three-year-olds all day, remember? Celebrities can’t be that different.”

That made me smile. Maybe she was right.

I finished curling my hair, brushed out the waves, and took a step back. The reflection staring back at me different than the usual child inflicted stains , sleek black dress, a dusting of shimmer on my eyelids, lips painted a confident red I didn’t totally feel yet. Usually, my uniform was jeans and juice stains. Tonight, I looked like someone who belonged on a red carpet, even if I’d only be standing beside it.

I threw my essentials into my bag: press badge, notepad, recorder, extra batteries, lip gloss. My lucky pen , worn down, ink nearly gone, made the cut too. I couldn’t risk leaving that behind.

As I slipped on my heels, I whispered under my breath, “Okay, girl. This is it. First big assignment. Don’t trip. Don’t fangirl. And please don’t ask anyone about their skincare routine.”

My phone buzzed with a text from my editor:

Be on-site by 6:45. You’ll cover arrivals. Make it good, kid.

I locked my apartment, took a deep breath, and stepped into the hallway. The excitement hit me all at once like caffeine and adrenaline had joined forces.

Tonight wasn’t just another side gig. It was a chance. A small one, maybe, but mine.

Camera flashes pop like fireworks as luxury cars pull up to the velvet ropes. Tyriq steps out, sleek suit catching the lights, confidence in his stride. Reporters call his name, microphones stretch toward him.

He flashes a practiced smile, half excitement, half charming and steps onto the red carpet.

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TYRIQ POV

The red carpet’s a blur of lights and noise – camera flashes exploding like fireworks, people shouting my name, microphones flashing toward me like weapons. Usually, I can tune it all out. Smile, wave, shake a few hands, answer the same questions a dozen times.

But then I see her.

At first, I think I’m imagining it , my mind playing another cruel trick. The crowd parts for a moment, and there she is, standing beneath the harsh glow of the lights, mic in hand, trying to steady her breath.

Her.

The one who moved through the world like it was hers and didn’t even know it. The one I’ve been seeing through that window, like a song I can’t stop replaying.

She’s here.

For a second, everything around me falls away. The cameras, the fans, even Darius yelling something to my left ,  gone. All I can hear is the pulse in my ears, all I can feel is the heat crawling up the back of my neck.

She’s so close I can see the tremble in her fingers as she adjusts the mic. I can almost smell her perfume light, sweet, familiar. Vanilla and something softer underneath, like jasmine maybe. It hits me in the chest, that scent. It’s the same one that lingers in the air when she walks past her window at night, the one I’ve learned by heart.

And now it’s here alive, surrounding me.

The handler gestures for me to step forward, and I do, legs moving before my brain catches up. My throat tightens, but I force the usual grin.

“Tyriq, over here!” she calls, her voice warm but professional.

When our eyes meet, I feel that same jolt sharp and electric. She doesn’t recognize me, of course. Why would she? To her, I’m just another actor to interview. But to me… she’s the center of a world she doesn’t even know she’s holding together.

“Hi, Tyriq! I’m Y/N from PopScene Weekly. Congratulations on the premiere of your new movie ‘HIM’ how are you feeling tonight?”

Her voice is clear, steady. I’ve heard a lot of people talk to me on carpets like this but no one’s voice ever sounds real. Hers does.

“Honestly?” I say, and my own voice comes out lower than I intend. “A little stunned.”

Her brows lift. “Stunned? Why’s that?”

I can’t help the smirk tugging at my mouth. “Didn’t expect to see such a beautiful woman such as yourself here tonight.”

She blinks, a quick, nervous laugh slipping out. “Well, surprise! I clean up nice if I do say so myself” 

“You definitely do.”

Her lips curl faint, but it’s there. She glances down at her notes like she needs to anchor herself. “So… tell us about HIM. What drew you to the project?”

I take a slow breath, pretending to think, but really I’m just trying to memorize the moment the shine in her eyes, the way her perfume curls in the air between us.

“It’s a story about power ” I say finally, eyes still locked on hers. “About taking what you want by any means” 

She tilts her head, interest flickering. “So do you believe in that, taking what you want?”

“I do.” my words firm as her gaze flickers away  from my intense one

Her lips part slightly, and I see her pulse jump in her neck. She’s trying to stay composed, but I can tell I’ve thrown her off balance. The thought makes something warm spread through me  pride, desire, maybe both.

My co-star Marlon  steps up beside me, saving her for a moment. “Man, he’s getting deep already?” Marlon laughs. “We haven’t even seen the movie yet.”

She laughs too, grateful for the break. “Just doing my job.”

When Marlon finishes his soundbite, I know our time’s almost up. The handler’s already motioning us along, but I can’t leave just yet. Not without one more look.

I reach out, shake her hand. Her fingers are smaller than I expected, soft, warm.

“Nice talking to you, Y/N ,” I say quietly, holding her gaze. “Hope I see you again tonight.”

Her breath catches barely, but I notice.

“Maybe you will,” she says, voice soft.

I let her hand go slowly, not wanting to break contact. The cameras flash again, and I turn away, forcing myself to keep moving down the carpet, but I can still feel her eyes on me.

Every word, every sound fades into static.

All I can think is how close she was. How she smelled. How her voice felt like something I’ve been waiting to hear.

And for the first time in a long time, the fame, the noise, the endless faces none of it matters.Because she’s real. And she’s finally within reach.

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working on request’s✨ (finally😭)

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My Girl Pt.2

Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity, Inc. is the first inter-collegiate Black Greek-letter fraternity, founded on December 4, 1906, at Cornell University.

Warnings : Cursing , Weed , Parties

W/C 6.5K

Finally posting again! been hella busy, the party is based off real frat parties I’ve been too, Wanted to make sure i posted this before i went out for halloween tonight!💕 ignore any mistakes lol

Part 1

It’s been a week since homecoming, and even though the rumble of the crowd has faded, I still feel the echo of it every time my phone buzzes with a new notification.

After my second lecture, I sat outside on the quad, scrolling through the flood of texts, tags. The school’s student ran instagram, posted the picture and tagged us.

“You guys are literally goals.”

“That kiss?? I’m crying.”

“You’re on the school’s homepage omg!!”

The photo was everywhere , me and Cameron in the middle of the field, confetti raining down, his arm around my waist, that stupidly perfect kiss frozen under the stadium lights. Someone even turned it into a TikTok edit with slow motion and The Weeknd playing in the background. It had half a million likes.

I should’ve been focused on studying for my midterm, but honestly, how was I supposed to concentrate when my face was still trending under #CollegeBlackCoupleGoals

It was cute, sure the only problem was… we weren’t actually a couple. I’ve barely talked to him since the game.

Luckily, the hype was finally dying down. Things are only relevant for so long these days.

Still, every time I opened my phone, there we were again confetti, stadium lights, that kiss. The internet had decided we were some kind of fairytale, if only. It almost felt like he’d already forgotten about me.

I was halfway through pretending to highlight my notes when I spotted my roommate power-walking across the quad no, sprinting like she had breaking news.

“Oh no,” I muttered.

“Y/N! MY SWEET ROOMMATE!” she screamed the second she saw me, turning a few heads. I groaned, already bracing myself.

She skidded to a stop in front of me, breathless but grinning like she’d just won the lottery.

“Biiitchhh,” she dragged out, eyes wide. “Okay, listen. Don’t hate me, but my boyfriend’s frat is throwing their massive Halloween party next weekend, and you’re coming with me.”

“Party?” I blinked. “Which frat?”

She smirked. “The Alphas. The one your man just happens to be in. On the same team as my boyfriend.” She added it with that duh tone that made me want to throw my coffee at her.

“Everyone’s talking about you two you literally have to show up. Couple costumes, pictures, the whole thing.”

I groaned, sinking lower on the bench. “You’re kidding.”

She shook her head. “Nope. You’re going. You’re basically campus royalty right now. Not just because of homecoming you’re popular, you know all these bitches jealous of you”

I opened my mouth to argue to say I couldn’t go, that I needed to study but before I could get the words out, my phone buzzed again.

Cameron 😗

Hey ma, meet me after practice?

My heart did that annoying little flip it always does when his name pops up. I bit my lip, trying to sound cooler than I felt as I typed back.

You:

Oh, look who’s alive.

It took him all of two seconds to reply. It's clear that he hadn't even left the chat.

Cameron 😗

I’m sorry, beautiful. Been busy.

I rolled my eyes, though a smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. Busy, huh? I could practically hear his voice when I read it.

You:

Yeah, I can tell.

Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Then

Cameron 😗

You comin 🥺?

I laughed out loud, earning a weird look from someone passing by.

You:

Ew, that emoji 😭 okay fine, I’ll come.

Cameron 😗

See you soon, pretty.

I stared at the screen for a second longer than I should’ve, that smile I’d been fighting finally breaking through. My stomach did that soft, fluttery thing it always did when it came to him.

Wow, I thought. A week of barely talking, and all it takes is one text.

I started packing up my things. “We can talk more about the party later, okay? I gotta go, boo,” I said.

My roommate raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Ouu, I know that look. Your man texted, didn’t he? You’re about to go see him.”

I ignored her, trying (and failing) to hide my grin as I slung my bag over my shoulder.

“Bye, girl.”

“Uh huh,” she called after me. “Tell Him I said hi!”

I didn’t look back, but she wasn’t wrong. My heart was already racing like I was back under those lights.

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The walk felt shorter than usual. Maybe I was just excited. Nah must be the sidewalks. They probably shortened them.

I nodded to myself at the thought, pretending I believed it. Pretending I wasn’t just excited to see him.

As I approach, the sounds of grunts, shouts, and cleats pounding against turf fill the air. Sweat, grass, and adrenaline , the whole field smells like competition.

“I swear they be soundin’ like they prepping for war,” I mumble to myself, stepping around the corner.

“Alright, boys!” The coach's voice booms across the field, cutting through the noise. “That’s it for today! Same time tomorrow don’t be late this time, Johnson!”

A few of the guys laugh, tossing helmets to the ground or shoving each other playfully as they start filing off toward the locker room. Someone blasts music from a speaker loud, bass-heavy, pure chaos.

“Yo, Cam!” one of his teammates calls, slapping him on the shoulder. “ you coming to get food with us?”

Cameron chuckles, shaking his head. “Nah I got sum to do .”

That’s when his eyes found me.

I’m leaning against the wall, pretending to scroll through my phone like I didn’t just spend the past two minutes fixing my hair in my camera app. His mouth curves into that slow grin, the one that says he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

“oh I see how it is,” his teammate teases, following Cameron’s gaze. “My boy got plans. Say less.”

A chorus of laughter and whistles follows as the guys jog off toward the parking lot, helmets swinging at their sides, voices fading into the hum of dusk.

Cameron stays behind. He grabs his water bottle, tips it back for a drink, then drags the back of his hand across his jaw , sweat glinting under the orange glow of the setting sun. His chest rises and falls, shirt clinging to him, breath still uneven from practice.

Then he starts walking toward me slow, steady, that easy confidence he always carries, like the field belongs to him.

For a second, it doesn’t feel real. He looks like he stepped straight out of one of those cheesy teen romance movies, the golden light, the half-smile, the kind of moment that would have a soundtrack playing in the background if life were fair.

And even though I told myself I wasn’t excited, my heart clearly didn’t get the memo.

Girl, breathe, I tell myself, snapping out of the daydream just as he gets close enough for me to smell the faint mix of grass, sweat, and cologne.

“Heyyy,” he dragged out, his voice low and teasing as he walked up, eyes sweeping over me with that familiar smirk.

“You look good,” he mumbled, leaning in with his arms open for a hug.

“Aht ah boy, you all sweaty and shit,” I laughed, putting a hand up to stop him.

“Stop playing with me,” he said, grin widening as he caught my wrist and gently pulled me closer anyway.

Before I could protest, I was against him, my face pressed to his chest, the warmth of him seeping through his damp shirt. He always smelled so good, a mix of cologne, grass, and something I couldn’t name but somehow always recognized.

And just like that, the world seemed to shrink, the noise of the field fading into the background. For a moment, everything else disappeared, content smiles on both our faces as he rested his chin lightly on my head.

“Missed you,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. I looked up at him, trying to play it cool.

“Oh, I’m sure,” I said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Forgot about me, huh?”

“I could never,” he said, the sincerity in his voice matching the way he was looking down at me, eyes soft and steady.

My heart skipped a beat. I pulled back slightly, breaking the hug, though I didn’t step too far away. “So… what’d you text me here for?” I asked, trying to sound casual, but my voice betrayed a hint of curiosity.

He shrugged, that easy, boyish grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Honestly? I just… wanted to see you.” His gaze didn’t waver, and I could feel the warmth in his words reach straight to my chest.

I blinked, caught off guard by the straightforwardness.

“And… um,” he continued, looking around suddenly nervous , “I was also thinking… when are you free for that date I promised you? You know, the one I’ve been dodging for a week?”

I felt my cheeks warm. The teasing in his tone made it impossible to be annoyed, even though part of me wanted to act like I was.

“Hmm…” I trailed off, tapping my chin dramatically. “I don’t know… will you ghost me after this one too?” I teased him for what felt like the hundredth time.

He groaned, rolling his eyes. “You can’t hold that against me forever.”

“Yes, I can,” I shot back with a smirk. Before he could argue, I added, “But… I’ll be free Friday.”

His expression instantly brightened. “Great. I’ll pick you up seven?”

“Sounds good to me.” I paused, raising a brow. “So is that all? Did you really make me come all the way over here just to ask me out?”

“Nope.” He popped the ‘p’ and leaned down until we were eye level, that familiar mischievous grin tugging at his lips. “Let’s go get food. I just need to grab my stuff first.”

Before I could even respond, he jogged off toward the bench where he’d left his things. I watched him go his easy, unhurried stride, the way he slipped on his zip-up jacket. The late light caught in the fabric as he zipped it up, the motion so casual yet oddly captivating.

A few seconds later, he was jogging back toward me, with a lopsided grin still playing on his mouth.

“Alright,” he said, falling into step beside me, “now we’re ready.”

I blinked, caught off guard, but before I could respond, he extended his hand toward me open, patient, waiting.

I hesitated for just a second, then slid my hand into his. His fingers curled around mine like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Come on,” he said, tugging me gently forward.

We fell into step, the late afternoon sun painting the campus in warm gold as we headed toward the little ice cream spot near the quad. The air was cool, our joined hands warmer than either of us would admit out loud.

We walked in a comfortable silence, the kind that didn’t need to be filled. Every now and then, one of us would ask how the other had been, trading small updates between easy laughter and the sound of our footsteps on the path.

The sky shifted from gold to pink, the last stretch of sunlight fading behind the trees. With the sun went the warmth, and a soft chill crept through the air.

I slipped my hand from his to run it over my arm but a small shiver still slipped through.

Cameron noticed immediately. Without a word, he shrugged off his zip-up hoodie and draped it around my shoulders.

The warmth of the fabric, still carrying his scent fresh soap and something unmistakably him wrapped around me like a secret.

“Better?” he asked, his voice low, his fingers brushing my arm for just a moment longer than necessary.

I nodded, hoping the dim light hid the smile creeping up my cheeks. “Yeah,” I said softly, trying to sound casual even though my heart had started doing somersaults.

As we walked again, I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. The butterflies in my stomach were fluttering with every glance he sent my way, every bump of his arm against mine.

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By the time we reached the diner, a lowkey spot just off campus with neon lights buzzing faintly overhead the air had grown crisp. He opened the door for me, the smell of coffee and fries filled the air.

Inside, the warm light softened everything. We slid into a booth by the window, the vinyl seat squeaking slightly beneath me. He sat across from me, resting his elbows on the table, his eyes catching mine with that easy, lopsided grin that made my chest tighten all over again.

“So,” he said, leaning forward, “” you been here before?”

“Yeah the dance team comes after practices sometimes, I like to come here to study though “ I lean forward tucking my hands into my lap.

“damn’ he shook his head faking disappointment ‘ thought I was finna put you on”

I laughed, shaking my head, finally starting to relax but still very aware of how my heart refused to slow down.

The waitress came by, dropping off menus and two glasses of water. We quickly ordered grilled cheeses fries to share and milkshakes because Cameron swore the chocolate one “changed lives.”

The conversation slipped easily between jokes and updates about classes and friends. Every time he smiled, that dimple appeared, I pretended not to stare at.

When our food came, he leaned back, stretching his arm across the booth with that relaxed confidence that always made me a little nervous.

“So,” he said, drawing out the word, “you know the team still won’t shut up about that kiss, right?”

I choke mid sip of my milkshake with a laugh. “What?”

He chuckled, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Yeah. Every practice, man. ‘Cam, my boy out here getting movie moments!’ ‘When’s the wedding, bro?’ It’s nonstop.”

I covered my face with my hand, groaning. “Oh my God. they're so stupid.”

“Nah,” he said, grinning, “I told them it wasn’t like that.”

I peeked at him through my fingers. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah,” he continued, leaning in, resting his elbows on the table, voice dropping just enough to make my pulse skip. “Told them I’d need another kiss before I could give ‘em any updates.”

I raised an eyebrow, pretending to be unimpressed even as my stomach flipped. “Bold of you to assume you’re getting another one.”

He grinned wider, clearly enjoying this. “So I gotta earn it, huh?”

“Exactly.” I smirked, stealing one of his fries. “You don’t just get free refills around here.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Bet. Challenge accepted, But don’t be surprised when I have you wanting more.”

I already do “oh yeah?, we’ll see”

The air between us shifted still light, still teasing, but charged now. His gaze lingered on me a moment longer than it should have, and suddenly, the noise of the diner felt far away.

We both looked away at the same time, pretending to focus on our food, grinning like idiots.

To break the tension, I took a sip of my shake and said, “Oh,speaking of your teammates, your frat’s throwing that big Halloween party next friday, right? Damn no invite?”

“Yeah,” he said, eyes lighting up. “Actually, I was gonna ask you about that.”

I tilted my head, faking curiosity. “Ask me what?”

He leaned forward on his elbows, that playful smile creeping back. “To go with me .Obviously.”

I blinked, caught off guard, then laughed. “Oh, obviously?”

“Yeah,” he said with mock seriousness. “ Your My Girl of course you’d go with me”

I grinned, shaking my head.” Your girl? Who said dat??”

“Me.” his tone serious with a hint of playfulness ‘ You act like you didn’t enjoy it.”

I smirked, leaning back. “Never said I didn’t. But, Don’t get too ahead of yourself we aren’t dating yet”

“Yet.” he repeats with emphasis

My cheeks warmed, but I held his gaze. “Well… if you’re lucky, maybe I’ll consider it.”

He pointed at me, that grin never fading. “You will.”

The rest of dinner passed in a blur of laughter and small talk that kept looping back to smiles and glances that lingered just a little too long.

From there, the conversation softened stories about childhood, little things we’d missed in that week of silence. Time slipped by unnoticed until we realized the diner was nearly empty.

When we finally stepped outside, the air was cooler, the neon sign above the door buzzing faintly. Without saying anything, Cameron reached for my hand again. His fingers brushed mine once, twice like he was giving me the choice before curling around them. I didn’t pull away.

The walk back to my dorm was quiet in that easy, movie-ending kind of way leaves rustling overhead, streetlights stretching our shadows side by side.

Every so often, our shoulders bumped, and he’d glance down at me with that same teasing smile, like he was still thinking about that kiss.

When we reached my building, I slowed to a stop. “Thanks for the food,” I pause “and the hoodie.”

“You can keep it,” he said. “Consider it a down payment on that second kiss.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Down payment? You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” he said, stepping a little closer, “but I’m serious about earning it.”

“Then I guess we’ll see,” I said, smiling up at him, heart racing.

He grinned slowly, sure, confident. “Can’t wait to cash in.”

I rolled my eyes, but my heart was already doing that fluttery thing again. “Smooth,” I teased.

He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “What can I say? I got my moments.”

For a second, neither of us moved just the quiet hum of campus at night between us. Then he took a step closer, his voice softer now testing his luck. “Goodbye kiss on the cheek?”

I smiled, biting back a laugh. “Fine Cameron.” pretending to be irritated as I pull him down and plant a peck on his cheek.

He grinned wider, “bye gorgeous .” he mumbled as he brought the hand he was holding up to his mouth and kissed it before jogging backwards with a playful finger flutter.

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The rest of the week passed in little stolen moments, quick hellos between classes, shared coffee runs, and study breaks that lasted longer than they should’ve.

Monday, he found me in the library, balancing a stack of books and muttering about deadlines. He swooped in like it was some heroic act to carry them, grinning the whole way.

“See? I’m dependable,perfect boyfriend material ” he said, nudging me with his elbow.

“Dependably annoying,” I shot back, but I couldn’t stop smiling.

Tuesday, we ran into each other at the student café before practice . He claimed he was definitely not following me, even though we somehow ended up sharing a muffin and talking until my latte went cold. Practice was spent with us eyeing each other from across the field.

Wednesday night, a group study session turned into us passing notes like middle schoolers while everyone else actually worked. His last one just said: You still owe me that second kiss.

I’d drawn a dramatic eye-roll emoji in reply and tossed it back at him, pretending my cheeks weren’t on fire.

By Thursday afternoon, my phone buzzed during my lecture .

Cameron 😗:

So… tomorrow night. You still good for our date?

You :

Still good. You got a plan?

Cameron 😗:

Yep😉 Food, music , me and you, Dress up for me , you always look good tho😍

You:

Ik I do baby , you sure you ain’t gonna fuck anything up?

A pause, then

Cameron 😗:

You wound me, gorgeous. 😭 Anyway, what about next Friday ? You being my date to the Halloween party?

You:

maybeee, Depends on what costume you wear.

Cameron 😗:

we go in matching costumes.

You :

Oh no. That sounds dangerous.

Cameron 😗:

Dangerous ? nah fun. We can be princess Tiana and prince Naveen?I know you love that movie.

You:

I think I love you.

three dots appear and disappear repeatedly for a moment. then completely before he responded.

Cameron 😗:

I know you do😛

You:

Hmm… maybe. not to sure now

Cameron 😗:

That’s not a no.

I smiled down at my phone, shaking my head. He was ridiculous. Charming. Persistent. And I couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

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Getting ready was stressful , as much as I want to believe that I am not dressing up for him but because we’re going somewhere nice I know that’s not true.

By the time I finished my makeup, the butterflies in my stomach had gone from gentle flutters to full-on gymnastics. My roommate peeked into my room and immediately let out a loud whistle.

“Okay, girl, I see you,” my roommate said, stopping dead in the doorway like she’d just walked in on a movie premiere.”You look good”

I turned toward the mirror, checking my earrings even though I’d been done for the past ten minutes. “You think so?” I asked, already smirking.

“Think so?” she scoffed, stepping into the room. “Please. You look like you just walked out of a music video. Cameron’s gonna pass out the second he sees you.”

I gave her a slow spin, grinning at my reflection. “He better” I said, dragging the words out just to mess with her. “I do look good, huh?”

She gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. “Not you knowing it! Okay, confidence!.”

I laughed, striking a fake pose in the mirror. “I mean, what can I say? Might as well give him a little something to think about.”

“Oh, he’s gonna be thinking about a lot,” she said, wagging her eyebrows. “And maybe tonight’s the night you stop making him wait for that second kiss.”

I pretended to think about it, then winked at her through the mirror. “Maybe. Guess it depends on how good he looks.”

She threw her hands up, laughing. “Girl you already know he’s gonna put that shit on trying to impress you.please you just wanna be difficult “

“I try,” I said with a grin, grabbing my bag and heading for the door.

she teased. “Anyway, tell lover boy I said hi. And maybe don’t make him wait another week for that second kiss.”

“Get out,” I said, laughing as she ducked out of my room still giggling.

A text buzzed just as I slipped on my shoes.

Cameron 😗:

Outside 😎

I peeked out my window, and there he was, leaning against his car like he’d been ripped straight from a movie scene. Wearing all black , chain catching the streetlight, that same easy confidence radiating off him.

I took one last look in the mirror, whispered a quick “don’t act weird,” and headed out.

“Wow,” he said when I stepped outside, eyes trailing from my shoes to my hair. “You tryna make me forget how to breathe?” he mumbled as he leaned to give me a quick side hug.

I laughed, heat creeping up my neck. “You’re dramatic. Got you hair cut? It looks good”

“thank you” he said, voice low as his eyes continued roaming me , opening the passenger door for me. “ and nah I’m just honest.”

We didn’t need to talk. The silence between us was easy, full of soft music, shared glances, and the weight of his hand resting in mine. My thumb kept tracing the back of his palm, like maybe if I stopped, the moment would break. Every time our eyes met, we couldn’t help but smile.

“So where are we going?” I asked, turning toward him as the city lights blurred past.

He grinned, one hand resting on the wheel. “It’s a surprise.”

“You and these surprises,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Should I be scared?”

“Nah,” he said, glancing at me with that smug little half-smile. “Excited maybe, but not scared.”

When he finally pulled into the parking lot, I blinked. The sign above the door glowed in soft gold script ‘ La Vina’ the kind of restaurant people posted about on Instagram with candlelight and dessert shots.

My jaw dropped a little. “You’re kidding. This place? Cameron, this is really expensive.”

He killed the engine, grinning. “Yeah, I figured we could step it up from fries and milkshakes, you know? You deserve a little fancy.”

I turned toward him, pretending to act unimpressed even though my heart was doing somersaults. “You trying to spoil me already?”

He shrugged, eyes sparkling. “Maybe I just like seeing you smile.”

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Inside, the lighting was low and warm , candles flickering between polished silverware, soft jazz humming from hidden speakers. The hostess led us to a small table by the window, overlooking the street below. Everything about it felt cinematic.

Cameron sat across from me, elbows resting lightly on the table, and for a moment, we just looked at each other, that same silent pull between us neither of us knew what to do with.

“You clean up nice,” I said, breaking the quiet. reaching over to caresses his arm that looked ridiculously good in his black turtleneck.

He chuckled, running a hand over his jaw. “You think so?”

“I know so,” I said, smirking. “Don’t act like you didn’t plan this whole thing just to show off.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Nah, I planned it to impress you. Showing off’s just a bonus.”

The waiter came by, took our order, and the conversation flowed easier after that stories about classes, dumb campus gossip, his teammates roasting each other. He had a way of talking that made everything sound funny, even when it shouldn’t have been.

Dinner came , pasta for me, steak for him and for a while, the world outside just… faded. Cameron insisting on taking pictures of me before we ate.

Between bites, between jokes, there were moments where the laughter lingered too long, where our knees brushed under the table and neither of us moved away.

When the plates were cleared and the candle had burned halfway down, the quiet returned. Not awkward ,just full.

Cameron leaned back, his eyes finding mine. “You know,” he said softly, “I really have liked you for a long time.”

My breath caught. For a second, I didn’t know what to say. The restaurant noise faded the clinking glasses, the soft music all of it blurred until it was just him.

“Yeah,” I said finally, my voice lower than I expected. “I Noticed .”

He smiled, but it was different this time slower, warmer. The kind that made my chest ache a little. He reached across the table, his fingers brushing mine.

He let out a small laugh, shaking his head. “Honestly, I think it started back when you’d walk past me between classes. I’d try not to look, but I always did. Then watching you at practice… you probably never noticed, but I couldn’t look away. You just-” he paused, eyes flicking down, then back up.

“You light up everything around you without even trying.”

The words hung there, trembling between us.

“God, I used to tell myself it was just because you’re beautiful. And you are,” he said, a small smile curving his mouth.

“But it’s more than that. It’s the way you laugh, how you treat people, how you make everything feel easier just by being there. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, no matter how much I tried.”

My heart thudded in my chest as I looked down at my hands, smiling, trying to calm the rush of warmth flooding through me.

“That’s very sweet… I-”

I was cut off when our server appeared, a wide grin on her face as she carefully set a small plate down in front of me.

It was a perfectly plated chocolate dessert a cookie surrounded by a scoop of melting vanilla ice cream, drizzled with glossy chocolate sauce. But it wasn’t the dessert that made my breath catch. Written in looping chocolate across the plate were the words:

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

I blinked, speechless, before glancing up at him. His eyes were soft, nervous, hopeful.

“I know it’s cheesy,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “but I figured if I was going to ask, it should be as sweet as you.”

I laughed a small, breathless sound , before shaking my head in disbelief.

“I don’t think it's cheesy,” I said, grinning. “But yes. I’d love to be your girlfriend ”

His relief came out as a laugh, and as our fingers brushed across the table, I could swear even the chocolate script shimmered a little brighter.

“ This is so cute I gotta take a pic” I squeal excitedly snapping multiple photos of the plate as he chuckles watching me, giving me his hand to include in the pictures, one of us holding hands next to the plate.

one of him looking away with the plate in front of him. The pictures felt endless but eventually I settled on the perfect one and posted it on instagram to “Lover Girl” by megan thee stallion .

When he opened his phone to repost the story I caught sight of his lockscreen.

The picture of us kissing on the field.

I smiled to myself quietly as we finally ate the dessert, he paid and we left. deciding to take a walk and spend more time together .

We walked through the downtown part of the city. away from campus and everyone we knew. Just us talking , hands intertwined , the world around us blurred into flashing lights and soft hums of passing cars.

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Eventually, as the sun dipped below the skyline and the air turned crisp, I began to shiver. We’d stopped on a bridge overlooking the river, the water glimmering with the last streaks of sunset. He noticed instantly.

Without a word, he wrapped his arms around me from behind, pulling me into his warmth. I turned in his hold, looking up at him. Our eyes met his soft and searching, mine flickering from his eyes to his lips.

The world seemed to still for a moment, the sound of the river below, the faint city buzz, even the chill…all fading away.

Then, slowly, we leaned in.

Our lips met in a gentle, nervous kiss that melted into something softer, deeper. His hand slid up to cup my cheek as I rested a hand against his chest, feeling his heartbeat race under my palm. It was warm, slow, and perfect, like the city lights had dimmed just for us.

When we finally pulled away, we both laughed quietly, forehead to forehead, breath visible in the cold.

“Okay, it’s freezing,” I said with a giggle.

He grinned, draping his jacket over my shoulders before taking my hand again. “Yeah let’s head back”

We walked back together under the streetlights, sharing random jokes, bumping shoulders, stealing tiny kisses whenever we stopped at crosswalks. By the time we reached my door, the chill didn’t even bother me anymore.

On Sunday , He showed up outside my dorm at 8 a.m. with a paper bag and a coffee carrier. “Breakfast delivery for my favorite girl,” he said, handing me my exact order from the campus café still warm.

We sat on the library steps, sharing a blueberry muffin and talking about our classes while the campus slowly came to life around us. When I teased him about being too sweet, he just shrugged. “Gotta start the week off right.”

Monday, Practice ran late for both of us, but we ended up meeting at the bleachers once everyone else had left. The field lights cast a soft glow, and our hair was still damp with sweat. We talked for a bit, laughing about how tired we were, and then he leaned in and kissed me quiet, lingering, the kind of kiss that made me forget how exhausted I felt. We sat there for a while, wrapped in his hoodie,

Tuesday , He helped me study at the student union, even though I knew he had his own work. Halfway through, he started doodling in the margins of my notebook tiny hearts and terrible sketches of us as stick figures. I tried to act annoyed, but I couldn’t stop smiling. When I got up to grab snacks, he replaced my water bottle with a caramel latte and said, “You study better when you’re bribed.”

Wednesday , We had a movie night in his room, some random horror movie that neither of us paid full attention to because we kept talking over it, laughing, and throwing popcorn at each other. I ended up falling asleep with my head on his shoulder, and when I woke up, the movie had ended, and he was just quietly scrolling on his phone, one arm still around me.

Thursday, He walked me to class even though his was across campus, just because. Between periods, he sent me photos of his notes, captioned with random compliments like “Can’t focus, you’re too pretty.” Later, we met up for dinner off-campus and spent half the meal talking about our costumes for the party.

We decided to be Princess and the frog after he brought it up. It really has always been my favorite movie. everything came yesterday and it’s honestly so cute.

Friday , Halloween night has finally rolled around, me and my friends decided to walk to the frat house as it wasn’t too far from our dorm, Cameron was upset that I didn’t wanna get ready at the frat with him so we could enter together.. boy bye I’m not getting ready at a frat house!! I couldn’t help but think to myself as I got dressed.

By the time we got to the Alpha house, you could feel the bass from halfway down the block. The whole street was alive with laughter, camera flashes, the smell of sweet punch and weed drifting into the cool October air. Orange and purple lights pulsed from the windows, and fake cobwebs were stretched across the porch railings.

A huge inflatable skeleton with gold sunglasses leaned against the steps, and every few seconds someone would yell, “A-Phi!” only to be met with a deep, proud chorus of “A-PHI-A!” in return.

Cameron met us at the end of the block, squeezed my hand, grinning as we stepped up the porch. “Ready, Princess Tiana?”

I gave a playful curtsy, my green dress swishing around my legs, the tiny tiara on my head sparkling under the porch light. “Always, Prince Naveen.”

He laughed that low, warm sound I’d grown to love and pulled open the door. Me and my friends got in free of course .

Inside was chaos in the best way. Music blaring, bodies moving, lights flashing. The Alphas always threw the biggest parties on campus, but this one? It looked like half the university had shown up. Every inch of the house was alive people in costumes packed shoulder to shoulder, dancing, shouting lyrics, laughing.

The living room was a sea of color: angels with LED halos, fairies with glittering wings, cowboys, villains, and even a couple of other Disney pairs though none as coordinated as us.

The DJ was mixing trap with R&B and throwing in nostalgic hits that made everyone scream the words like they’d been waiting all week.

We slipped through the crowd, Cameron greeting people left and right, dap after dap. He had on a perfectly fitted green jacket with gold trim , a modern take on Prince Naveen’s outfit and every few minutes someone would stop us, saying, “Ayy, y’all killed that costume!” or “That’s goals right there!”

We ended up by the kitchen, where the counters were covered in candy bowls, cups, and a massive punch labeled “Swamp Juice.” The pumpkin on the table had been carved into the Alpha symbol, lit from within and flickering like it was alive.

Cameron handed me a cup, smirking. “It’s only right the Princess of the Bayou gets the first taste.”

I sipped, made a face. “Tastes like Jolly Ranchers and regret.”

He laughed, slinging an arm around my waist. “Perfect combination for Halloween.”

Before I could come up with a comeback, the beat switched that familiar bass line of “Set It Off” dropped and instantly the energy changed.

The crowd started cheering, parting like a wave. Phones went up, lights switched to gold, and that unmistakable Alpha energy filled the room.

The brothers formed up as a whistle blew all in their costumes, Cameron near the front their movements sharp, unified, confident. When they started strolling, the room erupted.

The stomp of their boots hit the floor in perfect rhythm, the gold glinting under the lights, the air vibrating with shouts and claps. Every step had precision, power, pride a tradition that ran deeper than the party, deeper than the night. The crowd was hype, cheering, clapping, recording.

The Deltas and AKA’s near the front were the loudest, hyping them up with every move. “Go ‘head, Bruh!” “ICE COLD!” The Alphas answered in unison, voices booming back: “A-PHI!”

Cameron caught my eye mid-stroll and shot me a grinx just a flash of mischief before he slid right back into formation, smooth as ever.

“WHO YOU WITH?” He called out eyecontact unwavering

“ICE!!!” I shout back in unison with everyone else at the party

When the music ended, the crowd exploded. People clapped, yelled, and chanted. Someone shouted, “That’s how you do it!” and the DJ laughed into the mic before switching tracks again this time to “ Freak Hoe” immediately everyone became 10X louder.

Cameron made his way back through the crowd, still catching his breath, the gold trim of his jacket shimmering under the strobe lights. “Did I impress the princess?” he teased, slipping an arm around my waist.

I looked up at him, pretending to think. “Hmm. Maybe a little.”

He leaned down until his lips brushed my ear. “Just a little?”

The grin on my face gave me away before I could answer. The music shifted again, “My girl “ by mindless behavior started playing , and we started to sway, my hands resting on his shoulders, his on my waist.

Cameron sang along “ My girl my girl she loves meee”.

Around us, people were still laughing, talking, dancing wings brushing, capes flowing, glow sticks swinging in the dark.

For a second, the world felt small, just us, the music, the flicker of lights across his face.

Outside, the porch was lined with orange string lights and fake gravestones. A group of people roasted marshmallows over a small fire pit, their laughter drifting through the crisp night air.

When we finally stepped out for a breather, Cameron draped his coat over my shoulders again, the satin from my dress peeking out beneath it.

“Best Halloween ever?” he asked softly, his hand brushing mine.

I smiled, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. “Best everything ever.”

He leaned down and kissed me, slow and sweet the kind of kiss that tasted like punch, laughter, and promise.

And under the flickering orange lights, with the music still pulsing faintly behind us, I thought about how wild it was that just a week ago, we weren’t even official. Now, here we were.

Princess Tiana and Prince Naveen, caught somewhere between a fairytale and real life.

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[sanniesluvs]

its funny bc i went to an Alpha party last night and they were strolling 😌 love that

[sanniesluvs]

lol I’ve come to realize alot of my stories have parties in them😭 I’m a party girl irl so 🤷🏽‍♀️

[sanniesluvs]

My Girl Pt.2

Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity, Inc. is the first inter-collegiate Black Greek-letter fraternity, founded on December 4, 1906, at Cornell University.

Warnings : Cursing , Weed , Parties

W/C 6.5K

Finally posting again! been hella busy, the party is based off real frat parties I’ve been too, Wanted to make sure i posted this before i went out for halloween tonight!💕 ignore any mistakes lol

Part 1

It’s been a week since homecoming, and even though the rumble of the crowd has faded, I still feel the echo of it every time my phone buzzes with a new notification.

After my second lecture, I sat outside on the quad, scrolling through the flood of texts, tags. The school’s student ran instagram, posted the picture and tagged us.

“You guys are literally goals.”

“That kiss?? I’m crying.”

“You’re on the school’s homepage omg!!”

The photo was everywhere , me and Cameron in the middle of the field, confetti raining down, his arm around my waist, that stupidly perfect kiss frozen under the stadium lights. Someone even turned it into a TikTok edit with slow motion and The Weeknd playing in the background. It had half a million likes.

I should’ve been focused on studying for my midterm, but honestly, how was I supposed to concentrate when my face was still trending under #CollegeBlackCoupleGoals

It was cute, sure the only problem was… we weren’t actually a couple. I’ve barely talked to him since the game.

Luckily, the hype was finally dying down. Things are only relevant for so long these days.

Still, every time I opened my phone, there we were again confetti, stadium lights, that kiss. The internet had decided we were some kind of fairytale, if only. It almost felt like he’d already forgotten about me.

I was halfway through pretending to highlight my notes when I spotted my roommate power-walking across the quad no, sprinting like she had breaking news.

“Oh no,” I muttered.

“Y/N! MY SWEET ROOMMATE!” she screamed the second she saw me, turning a few heads. I groaned, already bracing myself.

She skidded to a stop in front of me, breathless but grinning like she’d just won the lottery.

“Biiitchhh,” she dragged out, eyes wide. “Okay, listen. Don’t hate me, but my boyfriend’s frat is throwing their massive Halloween party next weekend, and you’re coming with me.”

“Party?” I blinked. “Which frat?”

She smirked. “The Alphas. The one your man just happens to be in. On the same team as my boyfriend.” She added it with that duh tone that made me want to throw my coffee at her.

“Everyone’s talking about you two you literally have to show up. Couple costumes, pictures, the whole thing.”

I groaned, sinking lower on the bench. “You’re kidding.”

She shook her head. “Nope. You’re going. You’re basically campus royalty right now. Not just because of homecoming you’re popular, you know all these bitches jealous of you”

I opened my mouth to argue to say I couldn’t go, that I needed to study but before I could get the words out, my phone buzzed again.

Cameron 😗

Hey ma, meet me after practice?

My heart did that annoying little flip it always does when his name pops up. I bit my lip, trying to sound cooler than I felt as I typed back.

You:

Oh, look who’s alive.

It took him all of two seconds to reply. It's clear that he hadn't even left the chat.

Cameron 😗

I’m sorry, beautiful. Been busy.

I rolled my eyes, though a smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. Busy, huh? I could practically hear his voice when I read it.

You:

Yeah, I can tell.

Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Then

Cameron 😗

You comin 🥺?

I laughed out loud, earning a weird look from someone passing by.

You:

Ew, that emoji 😭 okay fine, I’ll come.

Cameron 😗

See you soon, pretty.

I stared at the screen for a second longer than I should’ve, that smile I’d been fighting finally breaking through. My stomach did that soft, fluttery thing it always did when it came to him.

Wow, I thought. A week of barely talking, and all it takes is one text.

I started packing up my things. “We can talk more about the party later, okay? I gotta go, boo,” I said.

My roommate raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Ouu, I know that look. Your man texted, didn’t he? You’re about to go see him.”

I ignored her, trying (and failing) to hide my grin as I slung my bag over my shoulder.

“Bye, girl.”

“Uh huh,” she called after me. “Tell Him I said hi!”

I didn’t look back, but she wasn’t wrong. My heart was already racing like I was back under those lights.

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The walk felt shorter than usual. Maybe I was just excited. Nah must be the sidewalks. They probably shortened them.

I nodded to myself at the thought, pretending I believed it. Pretending I wasn’t just excited to see him.

As I approach, the sounds of grunts, shouts, and cleats pounding against turf fill the air. Sweat, grass, and adrenaline , the whole field smells like competition.

“I swear they be soundin’ like they prepping for war,” I mumble to myself, stepping around the corner.

“Alright, boys!” The coach's voice booms across the field, cutting through the noise. “That’s it for today! Same time tomorrow don’t be late this time, Johnson!”

A few of the guys laugh, tossing helmets to the ground or shoving each other playfully as they start filing off toward the locker room. Someone blasts music from a speaker loud, bass-heavy, pure chaos.

“Yo, Cam!” one of his teammates calls, slapping him on the shoulder. “ you coming to get food with us?”

Cameron chuckles, shaking his head. “Nah I got sum to do .”

That’s when his eyes found me.

I’m leaning against the wall, pretending to scroll through my phone like I didn’t just spend the past two minutes fixing my hair in my camera app. His mouth curves into that slow grin, the one that says he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

“oh I see how it is,” his teammate teases, following Cameron’s gaze. “My boy got plans. Say less.”

A chorus of laughter and whistles follows as the guys jog off toward the parking lot, helmets swinging at their sides, voices fading into the hum of dusk.

Cameron stays behind. He grabs his water bottle, tips it back for a drink, then drags the back of his hand across his jaw , sweat glinting under the orange glow of the setting sun. His chest rises and falls, shirt clinging to him, breath still uneven from practice.

Then he starts walking toward me slow, steady, that easy confidence he always carries, like the field belongs to him.

For a second, it doesn’t feel real. He looks like he stepped straight out of one of those cheesy teen romance movies, the golden light, the half-smile, the kind of moment that would have a soundtrack playing in the background if life were fair.

And even though I told myself I wasn’t excited, my heart clearly didn’t get the memo.

Girl, breathe, I tell myself, snapping out of the daydream just as he gets close enough for me to smell the faint mix of grass, sweat, and cologne.

“Heyyy,” he dragged out, his voice low and teasing as he walked up, eyes sweeping over me with that familiar smirk.

“You look good,” he mumbled, leaning in with his arms open for a hug.

“Aht ah boy, you all sweaty and shit,” I laughed, putting a hand up to stop him.

“Stop playing with me,” he said, grin widening as he caught my wrist and gently pulled me closer anyway.

Before I could protest, I was against him, my face pressed to his chest, the warmth of him seeping through his damp shirt. He always smelled so good, a mix of cologne, grass, and something I couldn’t name but somehow always recognized.

And just like that, the world seemed to shrink, the noise of the field fading into the background. For a moment, everything else disappeared, content smiles on both our faces as he rested his chin lightly on my head.

“Missed you,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. I looked up at him, trying to play it cool.

“Oh, I’m sure,” I said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Forgot about me, huh?”

“I could never,” he said, the sincerity in his voice matching the way he was looking down at me, eyes soft and steady.

My heart skipped a beat. I pulled back slightly, breaking the hug, though I didn’t step too far away. “So… what’d you text me here for?” I asked, trying to sound casual, but my voice betrayed a hint of curiosity.

He shrugged, that easy, boyish grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Honestly? I just… wanted to see you.” His gaze didn’t waver, and I could feel the warmth in his words reach straight to my chest.

I blinked, caught off guard by the straightforwardness.

“And… um,” he continued, looking around suddenly nervous , “I was also thinking… when are you free for that date I promised you? You know, the one I’ve been dodging for a week?”

I felt my cheeks warm. The teasing in his tone made it impossible to be annoyed, even though part of me wanted to act like I was.

“Hmm…” I trailed off, tapping my chin dramatically. “I don’t know… will you ghost me after this one too?” I teased him for what felt like the hundredth time.

He groaned, rolling his eyes. “You can’t hold that against me forever.”

“Yes, I can,” I shot back with a smirk. Before he could argue, I added, “But… I’ll be free Friday.”

His expression instantly brightened. “Great. I’ll pick you up seven?”

“Sounds good to me.” I paused, raising a brow. “So is that all? Did you really make me come all the way over here just to ask me out?”

“Nope.” He popped the ‘p’ and leaned down until we were eye level, that familiar mischievous grin tugging at his lips. “Let’s go get food. I just need to grab my stuff first.”

Before I could even respond, he jogged off toward the bench where he’d left his things. I watched him go his easy, unhurried stride, the way he slipped on his zip-up jacket. The late light caught in the fabric as he zipped it up, the motion so casual yet oddly captivating.

A few seconds later, he was jogging back toward me, with a lopsided grin still playing on his mouth.

“Alright,” he said, falling into step beside me, “now we’re ready.”

I blinked, caught off guard, but before I could respond, he extended his hand toward me open, patient, waiting.

I hesitated for just a second, then slid my hand into his. His fingers curled around mine like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Come on,” he said, tugging me gently forward.

We fell into step, the late afternoon sun painting the campus in warm gold as we headed toward the little ice cream spot near the quad. The air was cool, our joined hands warmer than either of us would admit out loud.

We walked in a comfortable silence, the kind that didn’t need to be filled. Every now and then, one of us would ask how the other had been, trading small updates between easy laughter and the sound of our footsteps on the path.

The sky shifted from gold to pink, the last stretch of sunlight fading behind the trees. With the sun went the warmth, and a soft chill crept through the air.

I slipped my hand from his to run it over my arm but a small shiver still slipped through.

Cameron noticed immediately. Without a word, he shrugged off his zip-up hoodie and draped it around my shoulders.

The warmth of the fabric, still carrying his scent fresh soap and something unmistakably him wrapped around me like a secret.

“Better?” he asked, his voice low, his fingers brushing my arm for just a moment longer than necessary.

I nodded, hoping the dim light hid the smile creeping up my cheeks. “Yeah,” I said softly, trying to sound casual even though my heart had started doing somersaults.

As we walked again, I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. The butterflies in my stomach were fluttering with every glance he sent my way, every bump of his arm against mine.

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By the time we reached the diner, a lowkey spot just off campus with neon lights buzzing faintly overhead the air had grown crisp. He opened the door for me, the smell of coffee and fries filled the air.

Inside, the warm light softened everything. We slid into a booth by the window, the vinyl seat squeaking slightly beneath me. He sat across from me, resting his elbows on the table, his eyes catching mine with that easy, lopsided grin that made my chest tighten all over again.

“So,” he said, leaning forward, “” you been here before?”

“Yeah the dance team comes after practices sometimes, I like to come here to study though “ I lean forward tucking my hands into my lap.

“damn’ he shook his head faking disappointment ‘ thought I was finna put you on”

I laughed, shaking my head, finally starting to relax but still very aware of how my heart refused to slow down.

The waitress came by, dropping off menus and two glasses of water. We quickly ordered grilled cheeses fries to share and milkshakes because Cameron swore the chocolate one “changed lives.”

The conversation slipped easily between jokes and updates about classes and friends. Every time he smiled, that dimple appeared, I pretended not to stare at.

When our food came, he leaned back, stretching his arm across the booth with that relaxed confidence that always made me a little nervous.

“So,” he said, drawing out the word, “you know the team still won’t shut up about that kiss, right?”

I choke mid sip of my milkshake with a laugh. “What?”

He chuckled, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Yeah. Every practice, man. ‘Cam, my boy out here getting movie moments!’ ‘When’s the wedding, bro?’ It’s nonstop.”

I covered my face with my hand, groaning. “Oh my God. they're so stupid.”

“Nah,” he said, grinning, “I told them it wasn’t like that.”

I peeked at him through my fingers. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah,” he continued, leaning in, resting his elbows on the table, voice dropping just enough to make my pulse skip. “Told them I’d need another kiss before I could give ‘em any updates.”

I raised an eyebrow, pretending to be unimpressed even as my stomach flipped. “Bold of you to assume you’re getting another one.”

He grinned wider, clearly enjoying this. “So I gotta earn it, huh?”

“Exactly.” I smirked, stealing one of his fries. “You don’t just get free refills around here.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Bet. Challenge accepted, But don’t be surprised when I have you wanting more.”

I already do “oh yeah?, we’ll see”

The air between us shifted still light, still teasing, but charged now. His gaze lingered on me a moment longer than it should have, and suddenly, the noise of the diner felt far away.

We both looked away at the same time, pretending to focus on our food, grinning like idiots.

To break the tension, I took a sip of my shake and said, “Oh,speaking of your teammates, your frat’s throwing that big Halloween party next friday, right? Damn no invite?”

“Yeah,” he said, eyes lighting up. “Actually, I was gonna ask you about that.”

I tilted my head, faking curiosity. “Ask me what?”

He leaned forward on his elbows, that playful smile creeping back. “To go with me .Obviously.”

I blinked, caught off guard, then laughed. “Oh, obviously?”

“Yeah,” he said with mock seriousness. “ Your My Girl of course you’d go with me”

I grinned, shaking my head.” Your girl? Who said dat??”

“Me.” his tone serious with a hint of playfulness ‘ You act like you didn’t enjoy it.”

I smirked, leaning back. “Never said I didn’t. But, Don’t get too ahead of yourself we aren’t dating yet”

“Yet.” he repeats with emphasis

My cheeks warmed, but I held his gaze. “Well… if you’re lucky, maybe I’ll consider it.”

He pointed at me, that grin never fading. “You will.”

The rest of dinner passed in a blur of laughter and small talk that kept looping back to smiles and glances that lingered just a little too long.

From there, the conversation softened stories about childhood, little things we’d missed in that week of silence. Time slipped by unnoticed until we realized the diner was nearly empty.

When we finally stepped outside, the air was cooler, the neon sign above the door buzzing faintly. Without saying anything, Cameron reached for my hand again. His fingers brushed mine once, twice like he was giving me the choice before curling around them. I didn’t pull away.

The walk back to my dorm was quiet in that easy, movie-ending kind of way leaves rustling overhead, streetlights stretching our shadows side by side.

Every so often, our shoulders bumped, and he’d glance down at me with that same teasing smile, like he was still thinking about that kiss.

When we reached my building, I slowed to a stop. “Thanks for the food,” I pause “and the hoodie.”

“You can keep it,” he said. “Consider it a down payment on that second kiss.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Down payment? You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” he said, stepping a little closer, “but I’m serious about earning it.”

“Then I guess we’ll see,” I said, smiling up at him, heart racing.

He grinned slowly, sure, confident. “Can’t wait to cash in.”

I rolled my eyes, but my heart was already doing that fluttery thing again. “Smooth,” I teased.

He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “What can I say? I got my moments.”

For a second, neither of us moved just the quiet hum of campus at night between us. Then he took a step closer, his voice softer now testing his luck. “Goodbye kiss on the cheek?”

I smiled, biting back a laugh. “Fine Cameron.” pretending to be irritated as I pull him down and plant a peck on his cheek.

He grinned wider, “bye gorgeous .” he mumbled as he brought the hand he was holding up to his mouth and kissed it before jogging backwards with a playful finger flutter.

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The rest of the week passed in little stolen moments, quick hellos between classes, shared coffee runs, and study breaks that lasted longer than they should’ve.

Monday, he found me in the library, balancing a stack of books and muttering about deadlines. He swooped in like it was some heroic act to carry them, grinning the whole way.

“See? I’m dependable,perfect boyfriend material ” he said, nudging me with his elbow.

“Dependably annoying,” I shot back, but I couldn’t stop smiling.

Tuesday, we ran into each other at the student café before practice . He claimed he was definitely not following me, even though we somehow ended up sharing a muffin and talking until my latte went cold. Practice was spent with us eyeing each other from across the field.

Wednesday night, a group study session turned into us passing notes like middle schoolers while everyone else actually worked. His last one just said: You still owe me that second kiss.

I’d drawn a dramatic eye-roll emoji in reply and tossed it back at him, pretending my cheeks weren’t on fire.

By Thursday afternoon, my phone buzzed during my lecture .

Cameron 😗:

So… tomorrow night. You still good for our date?

You :

Still good. You got a plan?

Cameron 😗:

Yep😉 Food, music , me and you, Dress up for me , you always look good tho😍

You:

Ik I do baby , you sure you ain’t gonna fuck anything up?

A pause, then

Cameron 😗:

You wound me, gorgeous. 😭 Anyway, what about next Friday ? You being my date to the Halloween party?

You:

maybeee, Depends on what costume you wear.

Cameron 😗:

we go in matching costumes.

You :

Oh no. That sounds dangerous.

Cameron 😗:

Dangerous ? nah fun. We can be princess Tiana and prince Naveen?I know you love that movie.

You:

I think I love you.

three dots appear and disappear repeatedly for a moment. then completely before he responded.

Cameron 😗:

I know you do😛

You:

Hmm… maybe. not to sure now

Cameron 😗:

That’s not a no.

I smiled down at my phone, shaking my head. He was ridiculous. Charming. Persistent. And I couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

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Getting ready was stressful , as much as I want to believe that I am not dressing up for him but because we’re going somewhere nice I know that’s not true.

By the time I finished my makeup, the butterflies in my stomach had gone from gentle flutters to full-on gymnastics. My roommate peeked into my room and immediately let out a loud whistle.

“Okay, girl, I see you,” my roommate said, stopping dead in the doorway like she’d just walked in on a movie premiere.”You look good”

I turned toward the mirror, checking my earrings even though I’d been done for the past ten minutes. “You think so?” I asked, already smirking.

“Think so?” she scoffed, stepping into the room. “Please. You look like you just walked out of a music video. Cameron’s gonna pass out the second he sees you.”

I gave her a slow spin, grinning at my reflection. “He better” I said, dragging the words out just to mess with her. “I do look good, huh?”

She gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. “Not you knowing it! Okay, confidence!.”

I laughed, striking a fake pose in the mirror. “I mean, what can I say? Might as well give him a little something to think about.”

“Oh, he’s gonna be thinking about a lot,” she said, wagging her eyebrows. “And maybe tonight’s the night you stop making him wait for that second kiss.”

I pretended to think about it, then winked at her through the mirror. “Maybe. Guess it depends on how good he looks.”

She threw her hands up, laughing. “Girl you already know he’s gonna put that shit on trying to impress you.please you just wanna be difficult “

“I try,” I said with a grin, grabbing my bag and heading for the door.

she teased. “Anyway, tell lover boy I said hi. And maybe don’t make him wait another week for that second kiss.”

“Get out,” I said, laughing as she ducked out of my room still giggling.

A text buzzed just as I slipped on my shoes.

Cameron 😗:

Outside 😎

I peeked out my window, and there he was, leaning against his car like he’d been ripped straight from a movie scene. Wearing all black , chain catching the streetlight, that same easy confidence radiating off him.

I took one last look in the mirror, whispered a quick “don’t act weird,” and headed out.

“Wow,” he said when I stepped outside, eyes trailing from my shoes to my hair. “You tryna make me forget how to breathe?” he mumbled as he leaned to give me a quick side hug.

I laughed, heat creeping up my neck. “You’re dramatic. Got you hair cut? It looks good”

“thank you” he said, voice low as his eyes continued roaming me , opening the passenger door for me. “ and nah I’m just honest.”

We didn’t need to talk. The silence between us was easy, full of soft music, shared glances, and the weight of his hand resting in mine. My thumb kept tracing the back of his palm, like maybe if I stopped, the moment would break. Every time our eyes met, we couldn’t help but smile.

“So where are we going?” I asked, turning toward him as the city lights blurred past.

He grinned, one hand resting on the wheel. “It’s a surprise.”

“You and these surprises,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Should I be scared?”

“Nah,” he said, glancing at me with that smug little half-smile. “Excited maybe, but not scared.”

When he finally pulled into the parking lot, I blinked. The sign above the door glowed in soft gold script ‘ La Vina’ the kind of restaurant people posted about on Instagram with candlelight and dessert shots.

My jaw dropped a little. “You’re kidding. This place? Cameron, this is really expensive.”

He killed the engine, grinning. “Yeah, I figured we could step it up from fries and milkshakes, you know? You deserve a little fancy.”

I turned toward him, pretending to act unimpressed even though my heart was doing somersaults. “You trying to spoil me already?”

He shrugged, eyes sparkling. “Maybe I just like seeing you smile.”

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Inside, the lighting was low and warm , candles flickering between polished silverware, soft jazz humming from hidden speakers. The hostess led us to a small table by the window, overlooking the street below. Everything about it felt cinematic.

Cameron sat across from me, elbows resting lightly on the table, and for a moment, we just looked at each other, that same silent pull between us neither of us knew what to do with.

“You clean up nice,” I said, breaking the quiet. reaching over to caresses his arm that looked ridiculously good in his black turtleneck.

He chuckled, running a hand over his jaw. “You think so?”

“I know so,” I said, smirking. “Don’t act like you didn’t plan this whole thing just to show off.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Nah, I planned it to impress you. Showing off’s just a bonus.”

The waiter came by, took our order, and the conversation flowed easier after that stories about classes, dumb campus gossip, his teammates roasting each other. He had a way of talking that made everything sound funny, even when it shouldn’t have been.

Dinner came , pasta for me, steak for him and for a while, the world outside just… faded. Cameron insisting on taking pictures of me before we ate.

Between bites, between jokes, there were moments where the laughter lingered too long, where our knees brushed under the table and neither of us moved away.

When the plates were cleared and the candle had burned halfway down, the quiet returned. Not awkward ,just full.

Cameron leaned back, his eyes finding mine. “You know,” he said softly, “I really have liked you for a long time.”

My breath caught. For a second, I didn’t know what to say. The restaurant noise faded the clinking glasses, the soft music all of it blurred until it was just him.

“Yeah,” I said finally, my voice lower than I expected. “I Noticed .”

He smiled, but it was different this time slower, warmer. The kind that made my chest ache a little. He reached across the table, his fingers brushing mine.

He let out a small laugh, shaking his head. “Honestly, I think it started back when you’d walk past me between classes. I’d try not to look, but I always did. Then watching you at practice… you probably never noticed, but I couldn’t look away. You just-” he paused, eyes flicking down, then back up.

“You light up everything around you without even trying.”

The words hung there, trembling between us.

“God, I used to tell myself it was just because you’re beautiful. And you are,” he said, a small smile curving his mouth.

“But it’s more than that. It’s the way you laugh, how you treat people, how you make everything feel easier just by being there. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, no matter how much I tried.”

My heart thudded in my chest as I looked down at my hands, smiling, trying to calm the rush of warmth flooding through me.

“That’s very sweet… I-”

I was cut off when our server appeared, a wide grin on her face as she carefully set a small plate down in front of me.

It was a perfectly plated chocolate dessert a cookie surrounded by a scoop of melting vanilla ice cream, drizzled with glossy chocolate sauce. But it wasn’t the dessert that made my breath catch. Written in looping chocolate across the plate were the words:

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

I blinked, speechless, before glancing up at him. His eyes were soft, nervous, hopeful.

“I know it’s cheesy,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “but I figured if I was going to ask, it should be as sweet as you.”

I laughed a small, breathless sound , before shaking my head in disbelief.

“I don’t think it's cheesy,” I said, grinning. “But yes. I’d love to be your girlfriend ”

His relief came out as a laugh, and as our fingers brushed across the table, I could swear even the chocolate script shimmered a little brighter.

“ This is so cute I gotta take a pic” I squeal excitedly snapping multiple photos of the plate as he chuckles watching me, giving me his hand to include in the pictures, one of us holding hands next to the plate.

one of him looking away with the plate in front of him. The pictures felt endless but eventually I settled on the perfect one and posted it on instagram to “Lover Girl” by megan thee stallion .

When he opened his phone to repost the story I caught sight of his lockscreen.

The picture of us kissing on the field.

I smiled to myself quietly as we finally ate the dessert, he paid and we left. deciding to take a walk and spend more time together .

We walked through the downtown part of the city. away from campus and everyone we knew. Just us talking , hands intertwined , the world around us blurred into flashing lights and soft hums of passing cars.

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Eventually, as the sun dipped below the skyline and the air turned crisp, I began to shiver. We’d stopped on a bridge overlooking the river, the water glimmering with the last streaks of sunset. He noticed instantly.

Without a word, he wrapped his arms around me from behind, pulling me into his warmth. I turned in his hold, looking up at him. Our eyes met his soft and searching, mine flickering from his eyes to his lips.

The world seemed to still for a moment, the sound of the river below, the faint city buzz, even the chill…all fading away.

Then, slowly, we leaned in.

Our lips met in a gentle, nervous kiss that melted into something softer, deeper. His hand slid up to cup my cheek as I rested a hand against his chest, feeling his heartbeat race under my palm. It was warm, slow, and perfect, like the city lights had dimmed just for us.

When we finally pulled away, we both laughed quietly, forehead to forehead, breath visible in the cold.

“Okay, it’s freezing,” I said with a giggle.

He grinned, draping his jacket over my shoulders before taking my hand again. “Yeah let’s head back”

We walked back together under the streetlights, sharing random jokes, bumping shoulders, stealing tiny kisses whenever we stopped at crosswalks. By the time we reached my door, the chill didn’t even bother me anymore.

On Sunday , He showed up outside my dorm at 8 a.m. with a paper bag and a coffee carrier. “Breakfast delivery for my favorite girl,” he said, handing me my exact order from the campus café still warm.

We sat on the library steps, sharing a blueberry muffin and talking about our classes while the campus slowly came to life around us. When I teased him about being too sweet, he just shrugged. “Gotta start the week off right.”

Monday, Practice ran late for both of us, but we ended up meeting at the bleachers once everyone else had left. The field lights cast a soft glow, and our hair was still damp with sweat. We talked for a bit, laughing about how tired we were, and then he leaned in and kissed me quiet, lingering, the kind of kiss that made me forget how exhausted I felt. We sat there for a while, wrapped in his hoodie,

Tuesday , He helped me study at the student union, even though I knew he had his own work. Halfway through, he started doodling in the margins of my notebook tiny hearts and terrible sketches of us as stick figures. I tried to act annoyed, but I couldn’t stop smiling. When I got up to grab snacks, he replaced my water bottle with a caramel latte and said, “You study better when you’re bribed.”

Wednesday , We had a movie night in his room, some random horror movie that neither of us paid full attention to because we kept talking over it, laughing, and throwing popcorn at each other. I ended up falling asleep with my head on his shoulder, and when I woke up, the movie had ended, and he was just quietly scrolling on his phone, one arm still around me.

Thursday, He walked me to class even though his was across campus, just because. Between periods, he sent me photos of his notes, captioned with random compliments like “Can’t focus, you’re too pretty.” Later, we met up for dinner off-campus and spent half the meal talking about our costumes for the party.

We decided to be Princess and the frog after he brought it up. It really has always been my favorite movie. everything came yesterday and it’s honestly so cute.

Friday , Halloween night has finally rolled around, me and my friends decided to walk to the frat house as it wasn’t too far from our dorm, Cameron was upset that I didn’t wanna get ready at the frat with him so we could enter together.. boy bye I’m not getting ready at a frat house!! I couldn’t help but think to myself as I got dressed.

By the time we got to the Alpha house, you could feel the bass from halfway down the block. The whole street was alive with laughter, camera flashes, the smell of sweet punch and weed drifting into the cool October air. Orange and purple lights pulsed from the windows, and fake cobwebs were stretched across the porch railings.

A huge inflatable skeleton with gold sunglasses leaned against the steps, and every few seconds someone would yell, “A-Phi!” only to be met with a deep, proud chorus of “A-PHI-A!” in return.

Cameron met us at the end of the block, squeezed my hand, grinning as we stepped up the porch. “Ready, Princess Tiana?”

I gave a playful curtsy, my green dress swishing around my legs, the tiny tiara on my head sparkling under the porch light. “Always, Prince Naveen.”

He laughed that low, warm sound I’d grown to love and pulled open the door. Me and my friends got in free of course .

Inside was chaos in the best way. Music blaring, bodies moving, lights flashing. The Alphas always threw the biggest parties on campus, but this one? It looked like half the university had shown up. Every inch of the house was alive people in costumes packed shoulder to shoulder, dancing, shouting lyrics, laughing.

The living room was a sea of color: angels with LED halos, fairies with glittering wings, cowboys, villains, and even a couple of other Disney pairs though none as coordinated as us.

The DJ was mixing trap with R&B and throwing in nostalgic hits that made everyone scream the words like they’d been waiting all week.

We slipped through the crowd, Cameron greeting people left and right, dap after dap. He had on a perfectly fitted green jacket with gold trim , a modern take on Prince Naveen’s outfit and every few minutes someone would stop us, saying, “Ayy, y’all killed that costume!” or “That’s goals right there!”

We ended up by the kitchen, where the counters were covered in candy bowls, cups, and a massive punch labeled “Swamp Juice.” The pumpkin on the table had been carved into the Alpha symbol, lit from within and flickering like it was alive.

Cameron handed me a cup, smirking. “It’s only right the Princess of the Bayou gets the first taste.”

I sipped, made a face. “Tastes like Jolly Ranchers and regret.”

He laughed, slinging an arm around my waist. “Perfect combination for Halloween.”

Before I could come up with a comeback, the beat switched that familiar bass line of “Set It Off” dropped and instantly the energy changed.

The crowd started cheering, parting like a wave. Phones went up, lights switched to gold, and that unmistakable Alpha energy filled the room.

The brothers formed up as a whistle blew all in their costumes, Cameron near the front their movements sharp, unified, confident. When they started strolling, the room erupted.

The stomp of their boots hit the floor in perfect rhythm, the gold glinting under the lights, the air vibrating with shouts and claps. Every step had precision, power, pride a tradition that ran deeper than the party, deeper than the night. The crowd was hype, cheering, clapping, recording.

The Deltas and AKA’s near the front were the loudest, hyping them up with every move. “Go ‘head, Bruh!” “ICE COLD!” The Alphas answered in unison, voices booming back: “A-PHI!”

Cameron caught my eye mid-stroll and shot me a grinx just a flash of mischief before he slid right back into formation, smooth as ever.

“WHO YOU WITH?” He called out eyecontact unwavering

“ICE!!!” I shout back in unison with everyone else at the party

When the music ended, the crowd exploded. People clapped, yelled, and chanted. Someone shouted, “That’s how you do it!” and the DJ laughed into the mic before switching tracks again this time to “ Freak Hoe” immediately everyone became 10X louder.

Cameron made his way back through the crowd, still catching his breath, the gold trim of his jacket shimmering under the strobe lights. “Did I impress the princess?” he teased, slipping an arm around my waist.

I looked up at him, pretending to think. “Hmm. Maybe a little.”

He leaned down until his lips brushed my ear. “Just a little?”

The grin on my face gave me away before I could answer. The music shifted again, “My girl “ by mindless behavior started playing , and we started to sway, my hands resting on his shoulders, his on my waist.

Cameron sang along “ My girl my girl she loves meee”.

Around us, people were still laughing, talking, dancing wings brushing, capes flowing, glow sticks swinging in the dark.

For a second, the world felt small, just us, the music, the flicker of lights across his face.

Outside, the porch was lined with orange string lights and fake gravestones. A group of people roasted marshmallows over a small fire pit, their laughter drifting through the crisp night air.

When we finally stepped out for a breather, Cameron draped his coat over my shoulders again, the satin from my dress peeking out beneath it.

“Best Halloween ever?” he asked softly, his hand brushing mine.

I smiled, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. “Best everything ever.”

He leaned down and kissed me, slow and sweet the kind of kiss that tasted like punch, laughter, and promise.

And under the flickering orange lights, with the music still pulsing faintly behind us, I thought about how wild it was that just a week ago, we weren’t even official. Now, here we were.

Princess Tiana and Prince Naveen, caught somewhere between a fairytale and real life.

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[sanniesluvs]

im so sorry 😭

i feel like ive been MIA, being a college student is tiring but my girl pt.2 will be this week forsure ive been including halloween elements since they are students i thought it would be cute, soon i promise

[sanniesluvs]

Enemies to lovers cameron cade👀

[sanniesluvs]

i love a good college au as well….😗

and i got a request for x nerd reader…

[sanniesluvs]

Enemies to lovers cameron cade👀

[sanniesluvs]

Jealous - Cameron Cade

warnings : Arguing, Weed , Party , Jealousy ofc

W/C 3k Ish

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Cameron isn’t the jealous type.

Usually.

But tonight, it’s crawling under his skin. He leans back against the wall , blunt between his fingers, eyes fixed on you from across the crowded room.

You’re laughing at something some random guy said tilting your head, smacking his arm. Nothing over the top, nothing technically wrong. But it’s enough to make Cameron’s jaw clench.

He already had a week from hell. First the attack that left him with his head injury , then blowing his shot at the combine, one bad throw, one bad impression, and now the scouts are second-guessing him. Everything feels like it’s unraveling.

And now this.

The one person who could’ve made tonight easier is you and you’ve barely even looked at him. barely a glance. a smile as you slid past him, just drifting through the room like he’s not even there.

He exhales hard through his nose and brings the blunt to his lips, inhaling slowly , trying to take the edge off. It doesn’t help.

His eyes flick back to you again. You’re still talking to the guy. Still laughing. He wonders if you’re doing it on purpose.

You know how to push his buttons. You know exactly how to act when you want to get a reaction. And maybe that’s what this is. A test. A game. Or maybe you just don’t care tonight.

Either way, it burns.

The weight of the week, the pressure, the ache in his head, and now you , off in your own little world while he sits there stewing. It all simmers in his chest, hot and bitter.

“Yo,” his brother Drew says, snapping his fingers in front of Cameron’s face. “You good?”

Cameron blinks, dragging his gaze away from you like pulling out of a trance. He barely realizes how long he’s been staring.

he mutters, ‘getcho fingers out my face’ handing the blunt back. “I’m straight.”

But he’s not. And both of them know it.

“Aight, you gon’ stare her face off or what?” Drew teases, bumping Cameron’s shoulder with a grin.

Cameron doesn’t laugh. Doesn’t even smirk. He just drags his eyes back to his brother, jaw tight.

“Shut up” he mutters, voice low.

But Drew’s already clocked the way Cameron’s been glaring across the room like he’s about to snap. “Damn, nigga. You really pressed over that?”

Cameron doesn’t answer. He’s already looking at you again. Still with that same guy. Still laughing, like whatever he said was the funniest thing you’ve ever heard.

“You know she’s all about you, chill,” Drew says, trying to reel him back in. His voice is calm, but there’s a note of warning in it.

Drew loves you like a little sister, you practically are one to him. He’s always been in your corner, always rooting for you and Cam to work.

He knows how much you mean to his brother, he also knows how ugly it could get if Cameron lets his temper run the show tonight.

But Cameron’s barely listening.

His fingers twitch at his side, passing the blunt back to Drew. His eyes are still locked on you, standing there with that guy talking, smiling, looking completely unbothered.

Every second you stay in that conversation adds another brick to the weight already pressing down on him. It’s not just irritation anymore. It’s something heavier, something sharp that digs in deeper the longer he watches.

He doesn’t want to make a scene. Doesn’t want to be that guy.

But he will.

Hell, he doesn’t even want to care this much.

But he does.

And he’s done sitting still.

Without another word, he stands, brushing past Drew.

“Yo-Cam-” Drew tries to stop him.

Cam ignores him.

Each step across the room feels heavier, slower, but the heat under his skin keeps him moving. His eyes are locked on you now, and he doesn’t even bother hiding the look on his face.

You still haven’t seen him coming. You’re too busy wrapped up talking to the guy as if Cameron didn’t exist .

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~Y/N POV~

I felt him before I saw him, his hand slipping around my waist. I didn’t panic; the familiar scent of his cologne told me exactly who it was.

“Hi, baby,” I said, smiling warmly turning toward him, completely unaware of the storm brewing in his mind .

He didn’t answer. His gaze was locked on the guy I had been talking to. Noticing his lack of response I followed his eyes seeing where he was looking .

“Oh, baby, this is Jay-”

I didn’t even get to finish his name before my boyfriend’s hand tightened slightly around my waist. Not rough, but firm. Purposeful. Without a word, he began guiding me away from the conversation, his grip leaving no room for argument.

“Excuse us, Zay ,” he said over his shoulder, his voice calm but sharp, each word clipped with restrained tension. “I need to talk to my girl.”

He didn’t have to emphasize the word ‘my’ the way he did but he did anyway.

I barely had time to process it as he weaved me through the crowd, past clusters of partygoers laughing over shots . The mansion was buzzing with energy music pulsing from hidden speakers, dark lights spilling from inside the walls , the air thick with perfume and weed.

He didn’t stop until you reached a hallway lined with tall doors. He chose one without hesitation, opened it, and tugged you gently but urgently inside.

It was a huge bathroom, dimly lit. The noise from the party dulled behind the heavy door as it clicked shut.

Only then did he let go, turning to face you with that same storm still brewing in his eyes.

“Baby, that was rude. You didn’t even let me finish introduc-”

“What’s rude is you ignoring me all night,” he snapped, his voice slicing through mine like a blade. “Too busy talking to some random dude instead of your own boyfriend!”

“First of all,” I said sharply, planting my feet, “don’t cut me off. I was speaking.”

My voice was firmer now, no softness left.

“Second, I wasn’t ignoring you. You were overwhelmed earlier at the combine, and everyone was crowding you, so I was trying to give you space. You needed a minute, and I respected that!”

His jaw clenched. He looked away, like he was trying to control his reaction, but I didn’t let up.

“And third of all,” I said, stepping in closer, “you must’ve forgotten that I told you my cousin was visiting this weekend. I told you I was bringing him out tonight. So excuse me for talking to someone I’ve known since before I could even walk, especially when he doesn’t know anyone else here.”

I moved to step around him, ready to be done, but he reached out and lightly grabbed my hand.

“Wai-”

I pulled away, sharp. “No, because what are you actually mad about, huh? That I was laughing? Talking to another man? You’ve barely said two words to me since we got here!”

“I’ve barely said two words because you’ve been locked in with him since we walked through the damn door,” he shot back, his voice low but heated. “You didn’t even look at me.”

“Don’t do that,” I said, my voice rising, frustration bubbling up. “I’ve been trying all night. You’ve been tense, distant, and now suddenly I’m the villain because I tried to keep my cousin company?”

He blinked. “…Your what?”

I stared at him, stunned. “My cousin, Cam. Jay, The same Jay I told you was visiting. The one I said I was bringing to the party.”

Silence fell between us like a crash. My leg starting to bounce on my heel as frustration continues to build up inside me.

His shoulders slumped almost immediately, all that fire fading in an instant. “Shit,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “I thought-”

“Yeah, I know what you thought,” I cut in, shaking my head. “You jumped to conclusions, embarrassed me, and didn’t even give me the chance to explain.”

I stepped back.

“And what hurts the most?” I added, quieter now. “Is that you really thought I’d disrespect you like that? Like you don’t know me at all.”

He tried to say something, but I held up a hand.

“I need a minute away from you ,” I said, turning to walk away. “Don’t follow me.”

I continue around him, brushing past with every intention of leaving the conversation behind.

“Baby, wai-”

The door slammed shut behind me before he could finish his sentence. I pushed my way through the crowd, scanning the room for Jay, my cousin who came all the way up here just to see me.

He’s stressed, I get it, I thought, still fuming, but lashing out at me over something he didn’t even have the full context for? That’s crazy. Got me fucked up.

I finally spotted Jay near the bar, chatting with a Drew.

“Jay!” I called over the music as I approached. “Sorry about that. Let’s go, I’m irritated and ready to leave,” I muttered, snatching my purse from the table he was leaning on.

“You good , sis?’ ‘You good, cus?” Jay and drew asked in sync.

Concern in their voices . But their words barely registered because just then, Cam appeared in front of me.

“Baby, wait. I’m sorry. I was wrong-“

He stopped mid-sentence and stepped around me, walking up to Jay instead.

“Hey man, I’m sorry I jumped to conclusi-”

Jay cut him off with a laugh.

“Damn, cus… he really is just as nice as you said.” Jay chuckled, eyes glancing between the two of us.

“It’s all good,” he said, flashing Cam a grin. “Good genes run in the family. I’d be trippin’ too if I saw someone as handsome as me talking to my girl.”

I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t help the small laugh that slipped out. Leave it to Jay to lighten the mood.

“For real though,” he continued, resting his arm on the table casually, “I’m chillin’. Y’all don’t have to leave on my account. Go talk to your boyfriend, cus.”

I gave him a grateful look, squeezing his shoulder before turning to Cam. He met my eyes, sheepish but hopeful.

“Come on,” I said softly, nodding toward the back of the house. “Let’s talk somewhere quieter.”

He followed without a word, just a slight nod as we walked through the crowd, his tall frame towering over me as he followed me.

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The bass from the music faded with each step until we reached a tucked-away lounge near the back of the mansion. It was quiet dim lighting, plush couches, and thankfully, no one else was around.

I dropped my purse onto the couch with a sigh as I sat and crossed my arms, turning to face him.

“So…” I began, raising an eyebrow. “Wanna try that conversation again?”

Cam gave me a small, crooked smile.

“Yeah, I’m sorry for losing my temper,” he said quietly. “You didn’t do anything wrong, and it wasn’t fair for me to take my anger out on you like that.”

He stepped closer, sinking down onto the couch beside me. Turning his body to face me, he searched for my eyes, but I stayed facing forward, lifting my chin slightly just to look away.

“And…” I prompted, not looking at him.

He exhaled. “And for not trusting you. I know you’d never cheat on me. It’s just hard sometimes. Knowing how many guys want you, how fast they’d try to take you from me if they could.”

“You think I don’t feel the same way?” I cut in, finally turning toward him. “You’ve got hundreds of girls in your DMs, girls coming up to you all the time asking for pictures, trying to touch your arms. Even tonight- I’ve seen at least three different girls flirting with you. But I’ve never snapped at you over it.”

As I listed them off, I watched his face twist with guilt.

“Those girls don’t matter,” he said quickly. “You know that.”

“Exactly,” I replied softly. “I do know that. And that’s why I don’t go picking fights about it.”

He nodded slowly. “You’re right, baby. It’s not even that I’m really upset about tonight-”

“I know,” I said gently, meeting his gaze. “You’re just… overwhelmed. With everything that’s been going on.”

He sighed, shoulders dropping as I reached up to cup his jaw. His arm slid around my shoulders, pulling me closer as he nodded, a guilty little pout tugging at his lips.

Big baby, I thought, a smile ghosting across my face as I leaned in.

“Just don’t-” *kiss* “let-” *kiss* “it-” *kiss* “happen-”kiss kiss kiss* * “Again,” I mumbled against his lips, the words breaking apart between soft, scattered kisses.

“I won’t “he whispered as he grinned against my lips, his dimple popping out as he leaned in, stealing another kiss, feeling all tension and stress leaving his body.

This is all Cameron wanted. To forget about all the things going wrong and be with his girl.

“cmon, ‘ I say breaking the kisses ‘lets go enjoy the party “

“I’m already enjoying myself “ Cam’s voice slurred as he dove back into my lips, guiding me to lean back onto the couch as he pulled my legs to rest over his.

We continued to kiss until Drew and jay came from nowhere, as loud as ever, ruining the mood “ CAM!!!!!” Drew’s voice made me jump, pushing Him off me as if we were kids being caught.

“MAN, WHAT!?” Cam didn’t even try to hide his irritation. He was finally finding some peace and here comes chaos knocking.

Drew sucked his teeth and tossed Cam his phone.

“It’s your fucking agent,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

Cam immediately sat up straight, his hand gently sliding to my lower back, guiding me up with him.

“Giv-give me a second, baby,” he said quickly before getting up and disappearing into the nearby bathroom.

“Can you call an ambulance?” Drew’s voice pulled me back to reality.

“What? Why??” I turned to him, confused.

“I think I pulled my hammy.” He winced, rubbing his leg.

I rolled my eyes. “Man, you need to be pulling bitches, not your hamstrings.”

Jay snorted. “That’s wild.”

I got up and started toward the bathroom, but Drew’s voice stopped me mid-step.

“Should we give him space?”

“Nah, I tried that already and got yelled at,” I said dryly. “C’mon.”

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As we stepped in, Cam was fully clothed, laying back in the bathtub like it was a therapy session.

Boy, you really in these people’s tub fully clothed like you pay rent, I thought, smirking when our eyes met.

He looked… excited. Hopefully, it was good news.

“Oh, it has to be good news,” Drew blurted, loud and obvious.

Drew, I love you, but sometimes it’s okay to shut up, I thought.

Cam’s voice broke through the tension.

“No-yeah. Yeah, I’m in.”

And just like that, he hung up.

“Well??” I asked, barely able to contain myself.

Cam jumped up from the tub, eyes lit up.

“WE’RE GOING TO THE FUCKING LEAGUE!!!”

The room exploded Drew and Jay shouted in celebration, and I didn’t even think. I ran straight into his arms, jumping up and wrapping my legs around his waist as he caught me with ease, spinning us both in a blur of laughter and adrenaline.

“LET’S FUCKING GOOOO!!”

Our cheers echoed through the quiet corners of the house like a secret celebration the world hadn’t caught up to yet.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep, breathless kiss. And when we finally broke apart, I smiled against his lips.

“I told you it would work out.”

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quick lil jealousy Drabble . Hope ya’ll enjoyed ittt

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