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Shifting gears - LN4

*:･ﾟ Summary: Lando and you, childhood best friends, discover a deeper connection during a drive in his new Porsche. After discussing his playboy image, the conversation takes an unexpected turn, leading to a realization of long-hidden feelings and shifting your relationship from friendship to something more romantic and intimate.

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The afternoon sun filtered through the tall trees that lined the road, casting dappled shadows over the sleek Porsche as it cruised effortlessly along the winding asphalt. The roar of the engine was almost hypnotic, a perfect blend of power and control, much like its owner. Lando Norris gripped the steering wheel with ease, his fingers drumming absentmindedly as he glanced over at his passenger—his best friend, someone who had been by his side since they were kids.

While Lando had built a reputation for himself as a playboy—charming, confident, and always with a new girl on his arm—you were the complete opposite. Introverted, quiet, and shy. But that’s what made your friendship so special. You balanced each other out.

Today, though, something felt a little different. Maybe it was the car, the air of freedom and luxury it represented, or maybe it was the conversation you were having that shifted the mood. Either way, the usual playful banter between the two of you had taken a slightly more serious turn.

“So, who’s the flavor of the week this time?” you teased, your voice light but carrying a hint of genuine curiosity as you shifted in the leather seat.

Lando chuckled, a low, throaty sound that seemed to vibrate through the car. “Not sure yet. You know how it is,” he replied with a smirk, his eyes never leaving the road.

You rolled your eyes, but there was no judgment in your expression. “Yeah, I know exactly how it is. You with some random girl, one night, maybe two if she’s lucky, and then you’re off to the next. It’s like you’re collecting trophies or something.”

He shrugged. “It’s not that bad. I’m just… having fun. Life’s short, you know?”

You snorted softly. “For you, maybe. I can’t even imagine doing that. Just… being with someone like that, without any meaning. Doesn’t it get old?”

Lando raised an eyebrow, finally glancing over at you. “Why, you thinking about trying it out?” he teased, though his tone carried a hint of something deeper, something that wasn’t quite a joke.

Your face flushed, and you quickly turned to look out the window, trying to hide the sudden rush of heat that crept up your neck. “No,” you muttered, “I’m not like that.”

Silence filled the car for a moment, the hum of the engine the only sound between you. Lando’s eyes flickered back to the road, but his expression was thoughtful now, less playful than usual. “You don’t always have to be so… sweet, you know,” he said after a beat, his voice quieter, almost serious. “It’s okay to let loose sometimes. It doesn’t make you any less… you.”

You blinked, surprised by his words. He wasn’t wrong; you were the “sweet” one, the one who always cared too much, worried too much. But hearing Lando say it so bluntly made you feel strangely vulnerable, like he could see right through your carefully crafted exterior.

“Yeah, well, I’m not the one who’s constantly in the tabloids for having one-night stands with half the population,” you shot back, the words harsher than you intended.

Lando laughed, though there was a sharpness to it. “Touché. But you know, it’s not as glamorous as people make it out to be.”

You frowned, turning back to him. “What do you mean? You always seem like you’re having the time of your life.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, it’s fun, I guess. But it’s not… real, you know? It’s just… I don’t know. It’s easy. I’m used to it.”

For a moment, you didn’t know what to say. You had never heard him talk like this before, so openly about the lifestyle he had embraced. It wasn’t like him to get deep, not about this.

“Then why do you keep doing it?” you asked quietly.

Lando glanced at you, and for the first time, you saw something different in his eyes. Something almost… uncertain.

“Because it’s easier than thinking about what I really want,” he said softly.

The words hung in the air between you, heavy and loaded with meaning. You swallowed, unsure of how to respond, your heart suddenly racing for reasons you couldn’t quite explain.

“What do you mean?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Lando didn’t answer right away. Instead, he pulled the car off the main road, slowing down as he drove into a secluded spot overlooking a lake. The car came to a stop, and the silence that followed was deafening. He turned off the engine, and the two of you sat there, the tension in the air thick and palpable.

“I mean…” Lando began, his voice low, almost hesitant, “I’ve been with a lot of girls, sure. But none of them were ever you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. “What?”

He turned in his seat to face you fully, his expression serious now, his usual cocky smirk replaced by something softer, more vulnerable. “You. You’re different. You always have been.”

Your mind was racing, trying to process his words, but all you could focus on was the way he was looking at you—like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

“But we’re… friends,” you stammered, your voice shaky.

“I know,” Lando said, his gaze never leaving yours. “And that’s why I’ve never said anything before. But… I don’t know. Lately, it feels like things have changed. Like maybe we’ve changed.”

You didn’t know what to say. You had always been close to Lando, but you had never let yourself think about him like that. He was Lando—the charismatic, carefree playboy who was always with someone else. But now, sitting here in the quiet of his car, it was hard to ignore the way your heart was pounding in your chest, the way his words made your stomach flip.

“I…” you started, but you didn’t know how to finish the sentence.

Lando leaned closer, his hand coming to rest on the edge of your seat, his eyes searching yours for some kind of answer, some kind of sign. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “And I will.”

But you didn’t tell him to stop. You couldn’t.

Instead, you leaned in, closing the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a soft, tentative kiss. It was slow at first, hesitant, like neither of you were quite sure if this was really happening. But then something shifted. The kiss deepened, and suddenly it was like everything that had been simmering under the surface for years had finally come to a head.

Lando’s hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you closer as his lips moved against yours with more urgency. You could feel the heat of his body, the way his heart was racing just as fast as yours. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, and before you knew it, you were climbing over the center console, straddling him as the kiss grew more heated, more desperate.

You had never done anything like this before—never been this close to someone, never let yourself be this vulnerable. But with Lando, it felt… right. Like this was exactly where you were meant to be.

His hands roamed over your body, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You gasped as he kissed a trail down your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “Lando,” you whispered, your voice trembling with a mix of nerves and anticipation.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark and intense as he looked up at you. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice rough, barely controlled.

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. “Yes.”

The next few moments were a blur of tangled limbs and heated kisses, the world outside the car fading into nothing as you lost yourself in him, in the way he made you feel. It wasn’t rushed or careless like you had imagined his one-night stands might be. It was slow, deliberate, and full of a kind of intensity you had never experienced before.

And then, just as quickly as it had started, it was over. You found yourself lying in his arms, the cool leather of the seat beneath you, your breathing still ragged as you tried to make sense of what had just happened.

Lando’s hand stroked your hair gently, his touch comforting, grounding. “You okay?” he asked softly, his voice full of concern.

You nodded, snuggling closer to him. “Yeah,” you whispered. “I’m okay.”

For a long time, neither of you spoke. The sun had begun to set, casting a golden glow over the lake, and the quiet between you was no longer filled with tension, but with a kind of contentment you hadn’t expected.

Finally, Lando broke the silence. “You know… I didn’t plan for this to happen,” he said, his voice low. “But I’m glad it did.”

You smiled softly, your fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. “Me too.”

He shifted beneath you, turning slightly so he could look down at you. “So… what does this mean for us?”

You thought about it for a moment, your mind still spinning from everything that had just happened. But when you looked up into his eyes, you knew the answer.

“It means… maybe we’ve changed,” you said quietly, echoing his words from earlier.

Lando smiled, a real, genuine smile that made your heart

skip a beat. He cupped your cheek gently, his thumb brushing against your skin in a way that made your stomach flutter.

“I guess we have,” he murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. It was such a simple gesture, but it held a weight of everything unspoken between you. Years of friendship, of shared memories, of teasing and laughter—all of it led to this moment. The line you’d been dancing on for so long had finally blurred, and neither of you could deny it anymore.

For a while, you just lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, basking in the comfortable silence that followed. The world outside the car seemed distant, irrelevant. It was just you and Lando now, and that felt right.

Eventually, though, the practicalities of life started to creep back in, and you couldn’t ignore them forever. You shifted slightly, sitting up in the seat, the reality of what had just happened slowly settling in.

“So… what now?” you asked, your voice quiet, as if speaking too loudly would break the fragile newness of what had just formed between you.

Lando sat up too, his hand still resting on your thigh, a small, reassuring gesture. He looked at you thoughtfully, as if considering his words carefully. “I don’t want this to be some random, one-time thing,” he said slowly, his voice steady. “You’re not like those girls. You’ve never been. I don’t want to screw this up.”

You smiled softly, feeling your heart swell at his words. “I don’t want that either,” you admitted. “I’ve never thought of us like this before… but now, I can’t imagine it any other way.”

His eyes softened as he leaned in to kiss you again, this time slower, more tender, as if sealing the promise between you. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm on your lips.

“I’ve liked you for a long time,” Lando confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “I just didn’t know how to say it.”

Your heart skipped again, but this time it wasn’t from nerves—it was from the overwhelming realization that you felt the same way. Maybe you’d always felt it, buried somewhere deep down.

“I think I’ve always liked you too,” you admitted, your cheeks flushing slightly at the confession.

Lando’s smile widened, his eyes lighting up with a mixture of relief and joy. “Good. Because I’m not letting you get away now.”

You laughed, the sound light and easy, and for the first time in a long while, everything felt simple. No more games, no more hiding behind jokes or casual flings. Just you and Lando, finally facing what had been there all along.

The sun was almost set now, casting a soft orange glow over the lake as the two of you sat there, side by side, in the quiet of the Porsche. The future felt uncertain in the best way possible, full of possibilities and new beginnings.

Lando gave your hand a squeeze, pulling you out of your thoughts. “You know,” he said, a teasing glint in his eye, “I think this Porsche might be my new lucky charm.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. “Of course you would say that.”

He grinned, that familiar cocky smile back in full force, but this time it was softened by something else—something deeper, more real. “Come on, let’s get out of here. I’ll take you home. But tomorrow… maybe we can go for another drive?”

You nodded, your heart light as you leaned over to kiss him one more time. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

As Lando started the car and pulled back onto the road, you couldn’t help but glance over at him, your best friend—your something more now—and feel grateful for every twist and turn that had led you here.

And as the Porsche sped down the road, the two of you heading into an uncertain future, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning.

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midnightloversmusic · 5 months ago

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You’re so golden!

When you and Harry are forced to endure a heat wave outdoors shenanigans inevitably occur…

Warnings: SMUT, oral fem!receiving, dirty talk

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The last time you checked your phone was this morning when you were rudely awakened by the suffocatingly humid air and the pull of sticky sweaty skin while turning away from Harry who was practically in a heat induced coma. It's almost July and it is hot, unusually so. Not to mention that your AC broke in the middle of the night leaving you no escape from the heatwave that just hit your once comfortably warm town. This left you and harry no choice but to pile into an ice cold shower this morning trying desperately to cool off, but failed miserably when he got distracted looking at your tits.

Now you are in your pool trying to cool off as Harry stares helplessly at his phone that won’t turn on because it overheated. He sighs and you snicker silently to yourself. You had given up trying to go online hours ago. Harry lays his head back and you take a second to admire the expanse of his torso through your sunglasses. Sweat trickles down his butterfly tattoo down into the ridges of his abs. It's practically an obscene sight. He should look innocent, he's lounging on a lawn chair with his pretty mouth set into a pout and his hair fluffier than normal because of the humid air. You think the heat must be messing with your head because the sight makes you want to pounce. He seems to finally notice your staring and looks up from his slouched position to point his pout at you and say

“Why are you staring, love?”

“I’m not staring, I was looking behind you, there was a bird.”

“Mhm”

He says with a knowing smirk. You can’t keep your smile hidden and end up erupting into a soft burst of giggles. Apparently the heat is not only making your limbs move a bit slower it's making your mind slack too, or maybe that's just your boyfriend in tiny blue swim shorts doing.

You decide you have had enough of the water and use your arms to push your body out of the pool. Making your way over to Harry soaking wet. He motions for you to come and lay down with him and you see him eying the rivulets descending down your chest. His eyes are no longer playful but instead hungry. Maybe the heat is messing with his head too.

You lay your languid limbs in a heap next to his own and he lets out a hiss as the cold water from your body hits him in a rush.

“Fuck thats freezing, feels good though. I thought I was going to pass out for a bit over here, Its so hot I can literally see the air, or the heat, or atmosphere, whatever the fuck you wanna call it. I see stuff”

He trails off and you giggle into his chest. You reach over him to grab at the bowl of strawberries he had brought out a little earlier. You grab one by the stem, sit up slightly and wrap your lips around the end. It's a little warm after sitting in the sun for a bit, but it still has the chill from the fridge and the sweetness of a perfectly ripe strawberry. You close your eyes and tip your chin back letting out a satisfactory hum at the flavor. A bit of juice falls from your lips and drips to your chin and ascends down your neck.

Before you get a chance to wipe it off Harry does it for you, with his tongue. You moan at the unexpected wetness on your neck and reach your hand that's not holding the strawberry to tangle itself in his messy curls to keep him firmly at your neck. He doesn’t seem to mind, he just hums and starts sucking and nipping bruises onto your skin. You curse under your breath as he inches towards a spot that is just right and you can feel wetness growing under your bathing suit bottoms. To send the messenger across you pull Harry from the chair you two were laying on down to the towel on the ground you had set up earlier. His new spot on top of you gives you the perfect advantage of lifting your hips up to brush his creating the most heavenly friction.

Harry lets out a gasp and pushes your hips back to the ground with his own.

“Please” you say without really knowing what you were asking for

“Please what, love? What d’you want, hm?”

“Want you” you whine, having no patience for his teasing.

The sun was burning down on both of you, already drying you off. The heat made it hard to breathe, but Harry slowly kissing down your chest and moving one strap of your bathing suit down your shoulder was more than enough to stop the air from entering your lungs completely. Through your spell of dizziness you hear harry say

“Breath, lovie”

And you would do whatever this man tells you to. You’d bring him the damn moon if he told you to go get it. You suck in a sharp breath just as harry takes your nipple into his mouth and sucks hard. You make a noise somewhere between a whine and a moan as he continues sucking and moving your bathing suit down so that both your tits are out on display for him. He alternates between sucking and nipping both of them until you impatiently grab his head and start pushing him downwards

“You're quite bossy today, doll”

“‘M only bossy because you're teasing me”

You say in a pathetic whimper. Harry seems to take pity on you though because he starts sloppily kissing down your body. His hand comes up to yours and you don’t realize what he's doing until he takes your forgotten strawberry out of your hand, smirks and pushes it down your stomach. He licks up each path he draws with the strawberry. He’s lost in his own world. Drawing H’s on your tummy with strawberry juice just to trace them with his tongue.

“Tastes so good love, but never as good as you. God, I can’t wait to get your sweet juices on my tongue.”

You let out a loud moan at his explicit choice of words and your back arches as he gets closer to your covered pussy. He drops the strawberry on the grass beside you and licks over your bathing suit bottoms causing your back to arch and your stomach to flip. He wasted no time pulling your bottoms to the side and diving in. The feeling was indescribable. His tongue explored every inch of you. You could feel it slide in and out of you and swirl around in a way that left you a puddle with only thoughts of harry harry harry harry.

He works his way back up to your clit and sucks, his cheeks hollowing as he looks up at you. He takes your hands and buries them in his hair.

“So pretty baby, you look so pretty”

You let out in a breathless sort of way. Harry’s eyes soften and almost droop like he's drunk off your pussy. He places his hands on your hips to keep them in place as he focuses back on getting you off. He’s moving in all the ways he knows will drive you crazy. You let out little gasps and moans of pleasure at every sweep of his tongue. Unable to hold back your noises anymore. Harry lets out appreciative moans at the sound. You feel the bright hot pleasure of your orgasm building and you can't stop your legs from trembling. Your mind blanks out and you're all consumed by the tingling pleasure between your legs. Squeezing your legs shut around Harry's head as he continues to eat you out while you ride out your orgasm. Once your orgasm is done and Harry's tongue moving on your cunt has become too much to handle you pull him off by his hair as he whines. He lays his head on your stomach and looks completely fucked out as if he was the one who had a mind-blowing orgasm and not you. Your legs are still twitching and the only sound around you is the light breeze and the heavy panting from both you and Harry trying to catch your breath.

“I felt like I couldn't breathe before and now that you have successfully devoured me i’d say i'm going to pass out in the next three minutes give or take”

You say through a giggle that steals the last of the air from your lungs. You take a greedy breath to make up for all the ones you’ve lost in your recent activities.

“It was so worth it, we’ll pass out together, love”

You push him off you in an attempt to escape the heat burning from the sky and both of your bodies. You stand up to jump, more like flop into the pool. The cold water immediately cools you down and clears your mind from your post-orgasm fog. You swim to the top of the water to catch a breath but in the process you get hit by the splash of Harry jumping into the pool with you.

Yeah heat waves suck, but you and Harry can make it work.

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lcvemiyuki · 5 months ago

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"ice cream kisses" | atsumu, hq

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content: he would follow anywhere you would go—even full speed towards an ice cream truck

warnings: disgustingly cute, fem!reader, timeskip!atsumu x reader, established relationship

character(s): atsumu

word count: 541

a/n: summer dates, summer datesss

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The windows were rolled down, letting the cool breeze flow in and out of Atsumu’s car. His hands were on the wheel, but he couldn't keep his honey eyes off you. Your head was out the window, your hands making waves like you were in your own little world. He mentally chuckled at the sight, watching you with a fond smile as you enjoyed the simple pleasure of the wind passing by your face.

Atsumu was dressed casually, in an open shirt that revealed his toned physique. His sunglasses were perched at the back of his head, and he wore comfortable shorts that completed his relaxed look. His chest still slightly damp from the beach trip you guys planned spontaneously. Your reasoning was because it looked sunny enough and you were dying in the house.

You cranked up the music, having a mini karaoke session in the passenger seat. Your phone served as a makeshift microphone, and you sang, belting out the lyrics with a passion that made him laugh. He glanced at you, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “A real star, aren’t ya?”

You grinned, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Sorry, my concert tickets are sold out.”

“Look! There’s the ice cream man!” you suddenly yelled, causing Atsumu to swerve slightly. The jingle of the ice cream truck was faint but unmistakable, and the childlike excitement in your voice was contagious.

Before he could scold you for screaming in his ear, you urged him to chase after the truck like it was a high-speed chase. He obliged, speeding up and parking on the side of the beach-side neighborhood before hopping out of the car to run after the pink truck. You, more excited than him, ran a bit faster.

You quickly grabbed his hand to run at the same pace, and he couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across his face. Your enthusiasm was infectious, and he found himself laughing as you both reached the ice cream truck, slightly out of breath.

“Two—cones—please,” you said, beaming at the vendor while trying to spit out the words. Atsumu watched you, his heart swelling with affection. He loved these spontaneous moments with you, the way your eyes lit up with joy over the simplest things.

The two of you sat on the curb with personalized ice cream cones in hand, enjoying the sweet treats. The setting sun cast a golden glow over everything, making the moment feel almost magical. The coolness of the ice cream was a welcome contrast to the warmth of the day and the lingering heat from the beach.

“Oh, the trouble ya get me into,” Atsumu said with a chuckle, shaking his head. “I swear, ya keep me on my toes.”

“Isn’t that why you like me?” you teased, taking a playful bite of your ice cream as you nudged him with your shoulder.

“Maybe,” he admitted, his eyes twinkling. “Or maybe it’s ‘cause yer the only one who can keep up with me.”

Your laughter faded into a soft gasp as his hand reached up to smear the ice cream on your lips, interrupting your protests. "Hey!" you exclaimed, eyes widening in surprise. The cold sensation on your lips was startling, but the mischievous glint in his eyes made your reaction falter.

But before you could finish your sentence, Atsumu leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above yours. You could feel the warmth of his breath, the anticipation tingling in the air. With a fleeting look of fondness, he closed the gap between you, his lips brushing against yours as he kissed the ice cream off.

Your heart skipped a beat at the unexpected intimacy, a slight hitch escaping your lips as the sweet flavor lingered between you. The sound pulled a small smile on him as he pressed against your lips; the taste of vanilla and the faint saltiness of the sea mingled. After he pulled back, a sly smirk played on his lips as he licked the remnants of the ice cream from his own. You sat there, still frozen, blinking a bit too much as you tried to register the kiss.

"Quiet now?" he asked and you swore you could see speckles of mischievous in those hooded eyes.

You shook your head, unable to contain your smile. "Shut up," you replied, lightly swatting his arm.

“Ya love it,” he teased, his arm snaking around your shoulders and drawing you closer. As you both savored your ice cream, the distant melody of crashing waves and the joyous laughter of nearby children added to the ambiance, amplifying that warm and fuzzy feeling between you.

“Next time, I’m drivin’,” you declared, looking at Atsumu with a determined glint in your eyes.

“Oh really?” he challenged, raising an eyebrow. “We’d probably end up in the ocean.”

“Don’t tempt me,” you shot back, your grin widening cunningly.

Atsumu snickered, “Wherever ya go, I’ll follow.”

He pulled you closer, his thumb caressing your shoulder in a comforting gesture; your head nestled in the crook of his neck as if drawn by a magnetic force—finding a perfect fit against his skin.

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cherriegyuu · 1 month ago

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to the start of forever | ljh

pairing: jihoon x f!reader genre: fluff word count: 0.9k summary: eating out with your boyfriend leads to the start of a new life warnings: mentions of food please, remember to comment and reblog, it does mean the world to me and i would love to know your opinions.

You made a low sound at the back of your throat as soon as the rich flavor of the tomato sauce hit your tongue. There was a high chance that you had found your new favorite street vendor or maybe you just were very much hungry after an entire day of not eating anything at all — you were late to leave the apartment in the morning. There was no time to eat during the day so that bite of pizza was the first real food you were getting since the night before. It was like they said, hunger is best seasoning, or something like that?

“You like it that much?” Jihoon asked by your side, laughter dancing in his eyes but he too had his mouth full, so laughing was a no. He knew how you got if you so much as caught a glimpse of the food in his mouth.

“You don’t?” you took another bite, closing your eyes and shaking your legs a little.

Sure, hunger did wonder for the taste of the food, but there was no way it got that delicious just because of it. Whatever it was in there, you wanted more of it.

“I like it, but I think I like that place close to the mall better” he shook his shoulders;

“You’re fucking crazy, that tastes like ass” the seller laughed loudly, pointing a finger at you with a knowing smile. You turned to Jihoon, eyebrows raised “He agrees with me”

“It’s a fine ass”

It was almost like a reflex, you half hit his arm, half pushed him away. It was all a joke, both of you were both laughing and it was much needed after the shit day you had.

When you dreamed of being a teacher you knew that it was hard, knew that there were going to be bad days, and days that you would want to give up, but those were starting to be the normal. Being late that morning was nothing and it barely mattered. But Jihoon knew just how bad it had gotten, he had learned to read between the lines of what you said, and he knew what to look for in the thing you didn’t say. And for that alone you loved him.

To Jihoon, your mind was like an open book he could read at anytime time. And it had been like that from the start. The kind of connection the two of you shared was intense from the start and it was larger than anything either of you ever experienced. It was unexpected how you just felt drawn to him, and him to you. After the first meeting, when you got introduced to him by mutual friends you did something you had never bothered to do before: you went looking for him on instagram. You didn’t mean to follow him and you certainly didn’t mean to like one of his pictures from years before.

It was a surprise, truly, when he first DMed you — something that later on you found out that it was completely out of character for him. And from there on, both of you were just stuck together. You were talking for months through texts and then when you finally met in person, it was explosive.

That happened two and a half years before and every day ever since was filled with Jihoon and his quiet love. Quiet, yes, but all so big. Every day you felt like you were embraced by him, even on days you didn’t see each other.

Jihoon nugged you with his knee drawing back your attention.

“Hm?” you smiled at him.

He ran his hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face, his face turned towards the sky for a second before he looked at you again. There was this different light in his eyes, something you had never seen before, but it was enchanting.

“I know our lives aren’t really easy right now, we are not at the place we want to be without jobs, and a lot of it isn't looking good or promising yet. But there’s one thing I’m sure of and it’s that I want to be with you every step of the way. I want to wake up with you every day, I want to take you for a greasy pizza after you had a shit day. I don’t have much to offer you, but whatever I have, I want to share with you”

You felt like your heart stopped for an entire minute. It was like your body forgot that it was supposed to do things on its own.

“Are you proposing?” you breathed, forcing your lungs to work again.

He smiled a little, somewhat embarrassed while nodding.

“I know it’s not amazing and I don’t even have a ring to give you. All I have is my love and this promise, and I know it’s not much…”

You covered his mouth with your hand. Your eyes were filled with unshed tears at the same time a smile took over your face.

“No, no, it’s perfect” you moved your hand, holding onto his cheek and pulling him to you until your lips were pressed over his “I love you so much”

“I promise to make a better proposal later, give you a ring” he laughed a little.

“Don’t you dare, I love this” you shook your head “It was perfect. This is absolutely my new favorite place in the world. I say yes to ring though”

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obsessivevoidkitten · 1 year ago

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To Reject a Vampire

Male Vampire Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Non-con, vampire, biting, blood drinking, depressed reader, mind control, smut, blowjob, forced imprisonment, dead dove: do not eat, general yandere behavior) Word Count: 3.4k (Vampire comm that took me way too long.)

You were walking back home late one night with your friend, Jaime. You had known each other since childhood and remained inseparable. In fact, the two of you even lived right next door to one another. He had left for college for some years, but had returned as soon as he had become a registered nurse. The two of you often hung out when you were both off work and that sometimes led to walking to the gas station a couple blocks down the road to grab some snacks. You were both laughing from recounting a particularly funny memory you both shared when the sounds of laughter and chatter between the two of you suddenly died down into silence before he spoke. "Hey… there's something I wanted to ask you…" Oh no. Not again… "Have you maybe reconsidered us dating? I know you said no before but-" This was an ongoing problem with Jaime, the only thing really marring an otherwise near perfect friendship. He kept persistently asking you out. This had been going on for years now and your frustration finally got the better of you, making you snap. "NO!" You yelled interrupting him, "NO! NO! NO! NO! NOOOOO!!! It isn't happening! I am totally and completely uninterested in having any type of non-platonic relationship with ANYONE! Stop. Asking. It is NEVER going to happen. Not in this world or the next. Not in any way, shape, form, nor fashion! Get. It. Through. Your. Thick. Skull." You were panting after your outburst. A few seconds passed and you realized how harsh you had been as his face went from stunned silence to utter broken despair. You could practically hear his heart shatter. He often got a bit dejected when you had rejected him in the past, but this time you were much more harsh. With a sniff he started sobbing and running off towards home, leaving you to walk home alone in the quiet night. Sighing you slowly trudged home, sure that Jaime just needed to sulk for a few days before your friendship resumed with the both of you pretending like this awkward episode never happened. And, more than likely, that is just exactly what would have happened. Had a chance encounter on his way home not irreversibly changed Jaime forever. And not for the better. As Jaime was running home his tear filled eyes blinded him to the danger that was stalking him from the shadows. A sneaky predator who loved the taste tormenting his prey imparted, and how much sweeter when his meal was already flavored with the sweet marinade of sorrow and heartbreak? Suddenly Jaime was tackled into a dark alley that he was passing, the vampire easily dragging him back into the void where no eyes could pierce, firmly clasping his hand over Jaime's mouth to keep him quiet. The unknown assailant put his nose into the crook of Jaime's neck and inhaled deeply, savoring the mouthwatering scents of all the negative emotions Jaime had been experiencing that night. The current one being abject terror as the figure behind him didn't even acknowledge his vain attempts at struggling. "I'd tell you not to struggle, but it is really much more fun when you do," mused a deep man's voice. Jaime, whose first thought was that he was getting mugged, now thought that he was going to be raped as his attacker licked and kissed his neck in the same manner one's lover would. And he flailed all the more vigorously. Unperturbed, the man now violated Jaime in an altogether different and unexpected manner. Sinking long fangs easily into the soft flesh of his neck before sucking him nearly dry. It was amazing how thoroughly a vampire could drain a victim. Jaime died, but his murderer was not quite done with him. He loved sowing discord and chaos in any way that he could manage it, and having seen the spectacle early of you rejecting his victim he knew there was ruination and mayhem to be had by creating a fresh, unguided, love-sick vampire. So he bit open his wrist a bit and let the blood flow into the parted lips of our dear departed Jaime. Within an hour he would no longer be so dear nor so departed. And the unknown vampire stepped into the shadows and was never seen there again, happy with his meal and the knowledge that he had certainly derailed more than one life that night. When Jaime woke up hours later, just as the sun was rising, he had a major migraine, a sharp pain in his neck, was chilled to the bone, and felt like he was starving. His memory was spotty, he thought maybe he had been mugged, but he still had his phone and wallet on him. Maybe just assaulted by some crazy person. Whatever had happened he was alive and okay, so he shakily got to his feet, dusted himself off, and made his way home. By the time he had reanimated you had been in bed for hours. Though you hadn't really slept well. You felt so guilty for exploding on him like that. Sure, he kept asking you out, but it wasn't too often and you could have gone about rejecting him just a bit more gently. He had been really hurt, what if he didn't blow it off and resume your friendship like he usually did? After a few days had passed with no contact from him you began to get a bit more anxious, though it was still technically within the normal timeframe of when he usually started talking to you again after you turned down his advances. Still, given the way you had lashed out at him you figured that you should maybe be the one to check up on him instead. Jaime had a reason for not talking to you, what with his transition into a blood feeding immortal taking up most of his time. At first he had no idea at all what was happening to him. He felt cold and feverish and was beyond fatigued. He called off work from the first day, thinking he had a minor flu of some sort. All his senses were disorienting him. His body was adjusting to more sensitive vision, sense of smell, and even touch. The second day he felt better, but had an insatiable hunger, no matter what he ate nothing seemed to satisfy him. He ate a huge breakfast before work and at lunch he ate a lot as well. Some of his coworkers at the hospital even joked about how he was inhaling food that day. Jaime had no clue why he felt like he was starving no matter how much he ate. As someone in the medical field any number of possible causes went through his mind. Nothing really fit. A more concerning symptom was that whenever he was around a wounded patient, whenever he had to do a blood transfusion, or even just whenever he got the faintest whiff of blood his hunger flared up. His senses flared in sensitivity. He could almost have sworn he could hear the heartbeats of those near him. He realized he was craving the blood. It scared him, the thought made him nauseous. Admirably he managed to push away his quite literal blood lust for a couple days, but eventually he could fight his need for blood no longer. It was late at night at the end of his shift and he was beyond certain the coast was clear so he snuck into the storage room where the blood packs are kept and sunk his teeth into one, unknowingly growing fangs as he pierced it and sucked it dry. If the obvious signs hadn't been enough to clue him in on what he now was then innate instinctual knowledge that filled him with his first ingestion of vital human essence did. He was a vampire. A million thoughts raced through his mind, but his first priority was sating his hunger. He quickly grabbed some bags of blood and stuffed them into his coat for later before leaving for home. He was oddly excited, eager to test out what new abilities he had. A day later, when both of you were off work, you finally got a text from him asking to hang out with no mention of what had occurred between the two of you the other night. You breathed a sigh of relief, now things could go back to normal. The two of you had arranged for you to come by his house in a couple hours so the two of you could hang out, order pizza, and play video games. Just like the good old days. Things went entirely normal with no odd deviation or indication that Jaime was now a creature of the night. And it set the pace for your friendship to resume as if nothing had ever happened. Or so you thought, in the weeks since the two of you first started hanging out again Jaime had steadily been experimenting and training with his new found abilities. He had learned that he had an absurd tolerance to pain, extremely quick reflexes, and unholy strength. But, most importantly, he learned that he could compel anyone to do his bidding. He had plans to use this technique on you, but it wasn't quite perfected yet. Though every time he used it he got more and more effective. All he needed was practice and time. So while you went about life and continued your longest running friendship in blissful ignorance of what was to come he was readying himself for the day he could make you love him. When that day arrived it started like any other, you two hanging out at his place on a day when you were both off. But it definitely didn't stay that way. Jaime was at the point with his skill where he no longer even needed to issue commands verbally, he just needed good eye contact to assert his will over another being. "Hey is something wrong? Why are you staring at me so intensel-" You instantly went still and quiet. It was like you were trapped in your own body unable to do anything. When Jaime asked you if you would go out with him you wanted to say no but your lips were not your own and you said yes in a monotone voice. Jaime wore a shit-eating grin as he scooted closer to you and kissed you deeply. You were repulsed and afraid, why weren't you pushing him away, why weren't you slapping him, why were you returning the kiss? You wanted to scream and run away but you could do nothing to control your own body. Instead you wrapped your arms around him and made out with him. Jaime was thrilled, he bit your neck carefully and fed from you as you clung to him. You felt a sharp pain in your neck but could do nothing against it as he tasted your blood. For you it was hell, like a much worse and very real version of sleep paralysis. For Jaime it was heaven, he had never felt closer to you than in that moment. His beloved was finally in his arms and could do nothing to leave them. But he most certainly was not satisfied with that alone for long. Jaime carried you bridal style up to his bed. He very carefully undressed you, as if you were the most delicate doll to ever exist, and stood for a moment admiring every inch of your exposed body. You wanted to shout for help. To cover up. To run. To fight. ANYTHING but lay there under his unwavering gaze. But no matter how hard you tried to fight it you simply couldn't, you were a hostage in your mind, able to see and feel everything but do nothing. The first thing he did, after disrobing, was to attend to your sex. He touched your crouch carefully, as if afraid to hurt you. Like you might shatter at the slightest rough touch. He ran his eager hands, shaking with excitement, over every inch of you. He stroked your cheek tenderly and played with your hair, felt over your chest and thighs and hips. When he had thoroughly explored you and there were no more areas for his hands to discover he decided he needed to go deeper. The vampire took two lubed fingers and slowly worked them into you, gently prying your entrance open and stretching you to be ready for him. He savored every sensation and fold inside you, hard as a rock as he imagined his cock where his fingers were. You couldn't even cry as he violated you, you were denied even that emotional release. And this remained the case even as he slathered his cock with lube and aligned it with your entrance and made his way inside you with his slightly above average dick. Jaime was torturously slow as he "made love" with his dear partner. You just wanted this nightmare to be over, you wanted to believe that at any moment you would wake up sweating in bed like you would from any bad dream. You had to stare wide-eyed, made to take it all in, as he looked at you lovingly. He kissed you deeply, and once more you were made to comply, parting your lips so that he could move his tongue inside. Jaime happily rubbed his tongue against yours as he worked towards filling you with his hot seed. As he approached his climax he gripped your hip painfully and picked up the pace, really drilling you as deeply and as forcefully as he could, his balls slapping into you with each painful thrust. Right before he came he slowed down as much as possibly, wanting to draw out the sensation for as long as he could. Slowwwwwwly pulling out before sliding just as slowly back in, repeating this a few times before thrusting forward and emptying his balls into you as he bit the side of your neck that he left untouched earlier. You came too just as he did, your body now betraying you even further than it had already and in the most humiliating way. He drank a bit before sliding his dick out of you and kissing your cheek. "That was amazing babe! I love you so much!" And as a puppet pulled by its strings you replied, once more in monotone, "I love you too." And the illusion was shattered. It wasn't real. He may have had you, he may have even had your vocal chords, but he didn't have your emotions. And he soon learned that no matter what he tried, even though he could get you to do almost any action, he couldn't force you to love him. Jaime tried for weeks to force love for him into you, keeping you locked away in his house whenever he left for work. You tried to leave, of course, but simple orders lingered in you even when he was no longer present. You couldn't leave or get help in any way. All of your existence now amounted to was enduring his increasing frustration with being unable to make you love him interspersed with periods of anxiety while waiting for him to get home from work and torture you all over again. You were no longer aware of exactly how long you had been trapped, the days all kind of blended together. Most days he had work at the hospital and those days were all largely the same with little to no variation. Jaime would get up and make you breakfast in bed, insisting that he was trying to spoil you. You, in a mix of depression and defiance would not take a single bite and just stare at the plate that he brought to you on a tray with your favorite morning drink. Inevitably he would get frustrated, snap at you, force you to eat against your will, and slam the door as he went off to work. Then you were left alone, it was probably the only almost decent part of your day, but everything just seemed so hopeless. Inevitably the blood sucking parasite would be back and you couldn’t leave no matter how hard you tried to. At each attempt it was like someone seized your body and squeezed you into immobility until you submitted. When your “lover” got home he would fawn over you, often giving you a little gift. A small gesture you supposed was meant to somehow make you forget everything and fall helplessly in love with him. A small sweet treat, a flower, a tiny teddy bear. Anytime he tried this tactic you always ignored it or threw it across the room. Either way the result was the same. Jaime would snap, he would not even bother forcing you mentally as he grabbed your weak arms and bit painfully into your neck. “No please! I’m s-sorry!” You would cry, always regretting your action but never being able to stop yourself from denying his gifts when he offered them. And for the next part he would use his ability of compulsion to make you stop fighting. In his fury he wanted to hurt you a bit, but not TOO badly, and he enjoyed, for a moment, the fantasy that you were a willing participant. Most of the time he would then have you remove your clothing before sliding himself inside you, biting and kissing and sucking your neck as he did so, whispering how you were all his and about how much he loved you softly into your ear. Sometimes he would instead utilize your soft lips, jamming his hard cock down your throat, making you service him. The heat of your wet mouth combined with the sight of you looking up at him with his cock in your mouth was almost enough to make him blow his load immediately. You were just so beautiful. No matter the method that he chose it always ended the same. After his finished unloading into you his mind would clear and then be filled with rage as you were unable to reciprocate his love and enjoyment of the forced intimacy between the two of you. Jaime would angrily shove you aside, leaving you to clean yourself up, while he slammed the door to the bedroom and went to go make dinner. When it was ready of course he always found you laying where he left you, sobbing. Then he would, roughly, force you to your feet and drag you into the bathroom where he would run you a bath. This is where he would feel really guilty and suddenly turn soft. Every time. Gently shampooing your hair and cleaning your body, tenderly attending to the bites on your neck, happily babbling about how much he loves you and he knows you’ll love him eventually, you just need more time to adjust was all. Jaime would then clothe you himself and carry you down to dinner. You wouldn’t eat willingly, too catatonic by this point in the evening to do much of anything, but that was okay. Jaime was still in his sweet phase, all the anger having left earlier. He would feed you himself but compel you to swallow with his vampiric power, he always made your favorites. He had diligently learned to cook them perfectly for you over the years even though he otherwise did not enjoy cooking. After dinner he would always make an effort to spend some time with you, not getting angry when you were still, and when it was time for bed he would carry you up in his strong arms and lay you down as if you were made of the thinnest glass, a complete 180 to how he treated you when he first got off work. He would snuggle up to you from behind and hold you close, ending each night by telling you how much he loved you and saying he knew deep down you loved him back and one day you would be so happy with him. You hoped he was right, you hoped you could just be happy waking up in his arms, because if not this cycle of abuse juxtaposed to tenderness would never end.

#yandere terato #yandere teratophilia #yandere vampire #vampire man #male vampire x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #male yandere x reader #male vampire x gn reader #My OCs #My OC Jaime

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mxtantrights · 7 months ago

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Jadson + Single mother =?

I love you muak Blessings

a/n: I always liked reading single parent au's but I never really did one before. this was a new thing for me I hope you like it!! <333

let's just clear it up, this isn't his first rodeo. He has ample amount of experience babysitting Lian. And he was around when Damian was little (not that either of them comment on it). He knows how to soothe a baby, he knows how to get a child to listen, and he most of all knows how to mix ice cream flavors and not get a tummy ache.

You're probably nervous to let Jason and your child meet, just because you know that if it's not positive then there really is no other thing to do than end the relationship.

So you hope that it goes well.

It goes more than well. It goes perfect and then some.

Jason is really good with kids. He has a lot of patience and knows how to speak to them. Can have a full on conversation with them and not get lost at all.

As far as things go, Jason and your child click like two peas in a pod. You don't worry about it.

Jason steps in when you need help. He sees that sometimes you spread yourself thin to give your child the world. So he offers to do the simple things like laundry, dishes, buying groceries, etc. Anything to just take some of the pressure off your back.

Jason also steps in when it's unexpected. If your child is ever being spoken down to by an adult or mistreated, they tell Jason first. he'll ask you straight up if you want him to handle it. Most times you just handle it on your own. But there have been a few times you let Jason take care of a problem or two.

Also Jason is part of the PTA. You never really had time when it was just you and your child on your own. But when Jason entered your lives, he wanted to help in anyway he could. And that meant soothing your fears about not fitting in with the other parents and guardians.

Jason is handing out cookies and cupcakes once a month along with the other parents on the curb of the school entrance. He's there with a school shirt and everything. He's not embarrassed either he loves this shit. (the school made maybe hundreds of dollars before Jason, while he's there they make thousands.)

#dc x reader #dc imagine #dc blurbs #Jason todd x reader #Jason todd imagine #Jason todd

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mcntsee · 1 year ago

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lovey-dovey

Summary: 5 times the crows had to deal with their friends in love and 1 time they helped.

Warning: This is very ooc. Maybe some curses here and there, Kaz is ok with y/n’s touch.

The time they got caught:

In the dim-lit expanse of Kaz’s office, the air was thick with a shared secret that bound him and Y/N together. For two years, their love had been a whispered mystery concealed from the rest of the crows. Y/N sat comfortably in a chair, the soft light casting a warm glow on her features. Across from her, Kaz leaned against his desk with his customary confidence, his eyes fixed on her with an intensity only she could provoke.

Words flowed between them like a quiet river, a mixture of plans and reminiscences. Y/N’s fingers traced patterns on the edge of the chair, her voice a low murmur. Kaz’s lips quirked into a rare semblance of a smile as he listened, his eyes never leaving her face.

As time passed, the conversation grew softer, more intimate. Y/N’s laughter tinkled through the air, and Kaz’s usual aloofness seemed to melt away in her presence. A palpable tension built between them until, almost imperceptibly, Y/N pushed her chair back and stood. With a few purposeful strides, she closed the distance between them.

Kaz’s lean frame pressed against the desk, their proximity crackling with unspoken desire. As her fingers threaded through his dark hair, their lips met in a fervent kiss, a culmination of years of hidden affection. Their mouths moved in a dance of longing, the world outside fading into insignificance.

But the fragile bubble of their moment was unexpectedly shattered by the intrusion of the creaking door. “Hey boss—” Jesper’s voice started, but it trailed off in shocked surprise as his eyes fell upon the scene before him. Kaz and Y/N tore apart, the sudden separation leaving them breathless and disheveled.

Kaz’s gloved hands moved to smooth his already impeccable coat, his voice a mix of frustration and chagrin, “Jesper, I—” Yet the sharpshooter’s eyes held a glint of mirth as he turned on his heel and dashed out of the room, his voice echoing down the corridor, “Nina!”

As the door swung shut, the room remained heavy with the aftermath of their unexpected encounter. Y/N’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, and Kaz’s gaze softened as he looked at her. “Perhaps it was only a matter of time,” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, her fingers still tingling from his touch. “I suppose we won’t be keeping our secret any longer.”

And as they straightened their clothes, their love, once veiled in shadows, now stood exposed—an undeniable truth shared among the crows, brought to light by an unexpected interruption.

First time

Several months had passed since the truth of Kaz and Y/N's relationship had been revealed to the crows. Now, gathered around a table for lunch, the camaraderie among the crew was palpable. Y/N sat comfortably, a plate of delectable French toast before her, accompanied by a steaming cup of coffee. Kaz occupied the seat next to her, a rare smile gracing his features as he listened to the conversations flowing around the table.

As the crows engaged in their usual banter, Y/N focused on her meal, savoring the flavors. In a moment that felt both intimate and effortless, she raised her fork, a bite of French toast poised on the edge. Without a word, she turned to Kaz, offering the morsel to him. He met her gaze, his expression softening, and he leaned slightly to take the offered bite into his mouth.

Jesper's eyes rolled dramatically at the sight, his voice dripping with playful exasperation. "Ugh, had I known you guys were going to be so lovey-dovey with each other, I would've knocked on the door."

A musical laugh escaped Y/N, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Oh, Jesper, you can't deny that we've brought a little extra excitement into your life." Kaz took a composed sip from Y/N's coffee cup. His tone held a hint of dry humor. "It's your fault, really."

Around the table, chuckles erupted as the crows exchanged knowing glances.

Second time

As the days passed, the grip of the flu began to loosen its hold on the crows. But for Kaz and Y/N, it clung to them stubbornly, refusing to release its grip. The sickness had hit them the hardest, given their close contact with the person who had initially brought it into their midst. Their weakened states were evident as they lay cuddled together on the couch in the Slat, seeking warmth and comfort in each other’s embrace.

Inej’s thoughtful nature led her to offer to venture to the market with Wylan to fetch some much-needed medicine. When they returned, they were greeted by the sight of Y/N and Kaz, entwined in slumber on the couch. The scene was so endearing that Wylan couldn’t resist sharing it with the others. He disappeared upstairs to fetch Jesper, while the others followed suit, curious to see what had captured Wylan’s attention.

As Jesper, Nina, and Matthias descended the stairs, their eyes fell upon the sleeping couple. It was an unusual sight, and Matthias couldn’t help but voice his surprise. “This is very weird. I didn’t even think the Demjin slept.”

The crows nodded in agreement, their curiosity piqued. But just as they were caught in their staring, a voice broke the silence. Y/N, eyes still closed, chimed in with a playful tone, “It’s rude to stare.”

Caught in the act, the crows quickly attempted to act nonchalant, as if they hadn’t been observing the scene. Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, a soft laugh escaping her as she caught her friends in the midst of their not-so-subtle glances. Her gaze then shifted down to Kaz, his brow damp with fever-induced sweat. With a tenderness that spoke volumes, she leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. Nina couldn’t contain her sentimentality, her voice a mixture of awe and humor. “Ugh, it’s so cute!, I hate it.”

Third time

Far from the bustling heart of the Barrel, Kaz and Y/N found themselves in a serene park, fingers intertwined as they meandered along the winding paths. Y/N abruptly halted beside a sturdy tree, her giggles escaping like the softest notes of a melody. Kaz turned to her with curiosity, his eyes locked onto hers. "What is it, love?"

With a twinkle of mischief in her eyes, Y/N gazed at him with an almost childlike wonder. "When I was little, my friends used to carve hearts with initials in the middle into trees. I never did it because I never loved anyone enough to do it." Her laughter bubbled up again, a carefree sound. "I was just thinking about how utterly silly it would be for you and me to carve our initials."

Kaz regarded her with a fondness that reached deep into his eyes, and a low chuckle escaped his lips. Y/N let out a contented sigh, taking his hand to continue their stroll. But Kaz didn't move. When she turned to look at him, she found a small smile playing at his lips and a pocket knife in his hand.

Y/N gasped in excitement and rushed to embrace him. Kaz, laughing softly, returned her hug. They made their way to the tree, and with careful precision, they carved their initials within a freshly formed heart.

Days later, Y/N and Jesper found themselves walking through the same park, bags brimming with stolen goods from a successful heist. Laughter flowed easily between them, the spoils of their venture contributing to their buoyant spirits.

As they passed by the tree, Y/N's gaze lingered on it for a moment, a subtle smile gracing her lips. Jesper, noticing her gaze, couldn't resist asking, "What?" Y/N tried to dismiss it with a casual wave, saying, "Oh, nothing." But her words didn't deter Jesper's sharp eyes.

"For fuck's sake!" Jesper exclaimed, throwing his hand in the air as he spotted the freshly carved heart and initials. "Really?" Y/N simply shrugged, her smile unapologetic. Jesper couldn't resist the urge to tease. "How on earth did you get ‘big boss man’ to do that?" Y/N's laughter rang out melodiously. "Charming smile?"

Their laughter intertwined, and Jesper playfully warned, "When we get back, I'm going to tease Kaz mercilessly." Y/N couldn't help but grin mischievously. "It's your head on the line, not mine."

Fourth time

For the past couple of weeks, Y/N had been on a job that took her to Shu Han. Today, her return was imminent, and the anticipation was palpable. Kaz couldn’t contain his excitement, and the crows couldn’t help but tease him for his uncharacteristic behavior. He seemed like “a child on Christmas morning”, but he brushed off their playful jabs with a hint of a smile.

As Y/N’s boat approached, Kaz abruptly stood, his eyes fixed on the pocket watch in his hand. With a sense of determination, he turned to the crows. “I’m going to pick her up.”

Their smiles grew knowing and indulgent. Wylan, seizing an opportunity, stood up as well. “Mind if I tag along? I need to grab a few things from the market on the way.” Kaz nodded. “Of course.”

Together, they made a quick stop at the market. As Wylan settled the purchases, he couldn’t help but notice Kaz’s constant glances at his pocket watch. It was a subtle sign of the anxiety that had gripped the usually composed leader.

Once their errands were complete, they resumed their path to the harbor. They stood there, waiting for Y/N, engaging in a subdued conversation. When the boat came into view, Wylan observed something rare—a sense of relief washed over Kaz, his shoulders visibly relaxing, and a small, genuine smile gracing his lips.

Then, Y/N emerged from the boat’s entrance, her eyes scanning the crowd. When she spotted Kaz, a rush of emotion overtook her, and she navigated through the bustling crowd to reach him. Without hesitation, she leaped into his arms, and they embraced tightly. Wylan watched, a smile on his face, as the couple lingered in the warmth of their reunion.

Finally, they shared a kiss that spoke volumes—affection, longing, and the relief of being together once again. It was a moment that melted Wylan’s heart. “Ew, get a room.”

Fifth time

The once unbreakable bond between Kaz and Y/N had hit a rocky patch. Their problems, which had been growing quietly between them, began to surface in the form of heated arguments. These disputes echoed behind the walls of their shared room, the muffled sounds of their fights a stark contrast to the harmony that once defined the crows' hideout.

Kaz and Y/N believed that their issues remained hidden from their friends, but the crows weren't oblivious to the shifts in their dynamics. It was subtle things at first. They noticed that Kaz and Y/N no longer sat side by side during meals, nor did they share their food with each other like they used to. The intimacy that had once characterized their relationship seemed to be slipping away.

The tension in the room was palpable when Kaz and Y/N were in each other's presence. Conversations would stutter, laughter would falter, and even their daring heists seemed to lack their usual cohesion.

As the crows sat in hushed conversation about Kaz and Y/N’s strained relationship, the sounds of their argument in the adjacent room grew increasingly heated. Jesper broke the silence, his brow furrowed in concern. “Whatever happened to them?”Inej merely shrugged. “No idea.”

Their contemplative silence was shattered by the escalating volume of Kaz and Y/N’s voices. The tension in the room thickened as the cacophony of their argument intensified. It was then that Matthias, wearing a concerned expression, voiced his thoughts. “I hope they’re alright. The Demjin was more likable when he was with her.”

Nina, her gaze fixed on the room where the fight was taking place as if searching for answers, nodded in agreement. “They are perfect for each other. My parents better figure things out.”Wearing a puzzled expression, Matthias asked, “Parents?” His lack of comprehension prompted laughter from Wylan and Jesper.

Nina began to explain what she meant when her words were abruptly cut off by the unmistakable sound of a door being slammed shut, making them all flinch. Their attention shifted abruptly to the staircase as they watched Y/N rush down, tears streaming down her face, a coat clutched tightly in one hand.

Jesper called out, his voice laced with worry, “Love?” But Y/N ignored them, brushing past the crows and stepping out into the unknown, leaving a cloud of tension and uncertainty in her wake.

one time

The atmosphere within the Slat had grown increasingly heavy over the past three weeks. The night Y/N had left with tears in her eyes, something had shattered between her and Kaz. Shortly after, the group found out that the couple had decided to part ways, putting an end to their relationship. Since then, nothing had been the same.

Kaz, who usually kept his vices in check, was drinking more than ever. He barely left his room, and when he did, it was clear that he was consumed by his own thoughts. Y/N, on the other hand, had withdrawn into herself. She ate little, spoke even less, and the vibrant spirit she once possessed seemed to have dimmed.

The crows had initially believed it was best to let Kaz and Y/N sort out their issues on their own. But as the days turned into weeks it had become painfully clear that their friends were spiraling deeper into despair, and the crew could no longer bear to witness their suffering. Something needed to be done to mend the fractured bond between their leader and the one who had always held his heart.

As the crows sat around the table, the weight of Kaz and Y/N's broken relationship pressing upon them, Nina finally voiced what had been on everyone's mind. "We need a plan. I can't wait any longer for them to fix things." Agreement rippled through the group, the frustration and concern shared among them palpable. After a moment of contemplative silence, Wylan broke the quiet with a suggestion that hung in the air like a daring challenge. "What about locking them in a room with no way out until they fix their relationship?"

Before anyone could respond, Inej interjected, her voice calm and reasoned. "Kaz will find a way out. There's no amount of locks that could keep him locked in." The crows exchanged disappointed glances, acknowledging the truth in Inej's words. Nina, however, was undeterred. "How about we don't lock them in, but we get them together? Maybe the awkwardness will make them talk?" Her voice held a hint of uncertainty. Jesper was quick to dismiss the idea, "I don't think any amount of awkwardness could make them talk, especially not Kaz."

The group continued to brainstorm, ideas flowing freely, each seeming more promising than the last. But each time, someone was quick to shut down the suggestion with a valid explanation. Just as they were on the brink of giving up, Matthias spoke up, catching everyone off guard. "What if we kidnap her?" The crows collectively exclaimed, "What?"

Matthias chuckled at their confusion before elaborating on his plan. "We kidnap Y/N without her knowing it's us. Then, we tell Kaz." The group was beginning to catch on, their curiosity piqued. Matthias continued, "Depending on their reactions, we can know the truth." Jesper tilted his head in confusion. "Know the truth?"

Matthias nodded, "Maybe they don't love each other anymore, or maybe they do. I'm assuming we'll find out based on their reaction to our plan."

The crows exchanged glances, their intrigue growing into excitement. Matthias had proposed a daring plan, one that might reveal whether there was still love between Kaz and Y/N, or if their paths had truly diverged. It was a plan that, if executed well, could mend their broken hearts and restore the harmony within their group. “Let’s figure this out then.”

A week had passed since the crows had devised their plan to kidnap Y/N. They had hired three individuals to carry out the abduction, ensuring that her head remained covered by a bag throughout the ordeal. Once the “abduction” was completed, Matthias and Jesper handed over the payment to the hired individuals and transported Y/N to Leila's house, an old college friend of Jesper's. They locked her in the basement still blindfolded and made their way back to the club.

Back at the Crow Club, tension hung heavy in the air as the rest of the crew awaited news. Soon enough, the pair burst through the front door. Jesper exchanged a nod with Inej, a silent understanding passing between them. With a determined expression, Inej ascended the stairs and knocked on Kaz's door. Without waiting for an invitation, she entered, immediately facing Kaz's irritation. "Inej-" he began, his voice carrying a note of annoyance, "Y/N is gone." Kaz's irritation was quickly replaced with worry as his eyes met Inej's. "What do you mean, gone?"

Inej proceeded to recount the story they had crafted together, just as the crows had planned. "She left the club hours ago. I offered to go with her, but she declined, saying she was just going back to the Slat." Kaz's back stiffened at the news, his concern deepening. "Maybe she deviated from her original plan, Inej," he suggested, trying to find a logical explanation.

Inej, a little taken aback by his dismissal, continued, "We thought the same but-" Kaz interrupted her, his curiosity piqued. "We?"

Inej nodded solemnly and reached into her bag, retrieving a familiar scarf. “We. The crows, Kaz.”It was Y/N's scarf, the one Kaz had gifted her their first Christmas, now stained with blood. She presented it to him, her voice heavy with sorrow. "We looked for her everywhere. This is the only thing we found." The room seemed to close in on them as Kaz stared at the bloody scarf in disbelief, a sinking feeling of dread settling in his chest.

Kaz’s desperation was palpable as he clutched Y/N’s blood-stained scarf, his voice strained with urgency. “How long ago?” Inej, following the plan meticulously, tilted her head in apparent confusion. “How long ago did you find this, Inej?” Kaz’s desperation was growing, and he needed to gauge the situation.

Inej chose her words carefully, aware of the delicate balance they needed to maintain. “About an hour ago,” she replied evenly. Kaz’s voice grew louder, frustration and concern bubbling to the surface. “An hour ago, and you’re just telling me now?” Inej stood her ground, her eyes meeting his with unwavering determination. She shrugged, her tone firm yet holding a hint of sadness. “We didn’t know what to do, Kaz. Not when it came to you two, not after the breakup.”

As Kaz looked at Inej, a flicker of sadness crossed his eyes. It was a difficult moment, a reminder of the pain they had all been enduring. Finally, he made a decisive decision. “Gather the crows. We’re going to find her.” The urgency in his voice was met with a nod from Inej, who turned to carry out his command.

As Inej left Kaz’s room, she looked over the railing and down to the first floor, her gaze falling upon the eager faces of the crows who had gathered there. With a smile that held both relief and determination, she raised her thumb in a triumphant gesture, signaling to the others that their plan was well underway.

The crows below caught her signal, and a wave of enthusiasm washed over them. Smiles broke out on their faces, and some couldn’t resist the urge to return the thumbs up, a silent affirmation that their daring plan was indeed progressing as intended.

With the initial celebration complete, Inej waved her hand and raised two fingers, silently indicating that it was time to proceed with the second part of their meticulously crafted plan.

One by one, the crows began making their way up the stairs to Kaz's office, their movements deliberately slow to avoid arousing suspicion. Inej led the way, returning to Kaz's side as the others followed. As the group assembled inside the office, a sense of tension hung in the air. Jesper, adopting a grave tone, addressed Kaz. "Boss?" Kaz turned to face his crew, his expression expectant. "All of you, tell me everything you know."

The crows nodded in unison, each member prepared to recite their part in the carefully concocted story. One by one, they recounted the various fabricated details they had created during the planning stages. Wylan, his nerves palpable, was the last to speak. He cleared his throat and, with great conviction, said, "There's a chance that Y/N might've used my Glownie powder."

Kaz's interest was piqued, and he signaled for Wylan to continue. "A couple of days ago," Wylan elaborated, "I gave her this new powder I created. If we're lucky, Y/N might've had it with her and used it to leave a trail when she was taken."

Jesper offered Wylan a reassuring pat on the back, while Nina posed a crucial question. "How do we know if she used it?" Wylan cleared his throat once more before explaining, "It glows when Germin is added to it. We could go back to where her scarf was found, and I could put some drops on the floor to see if it glows." The cogs of the plan were turning smoothly.

With Wylan’s revelation about the Glownie powder, the crows wasted no time. They retraced their steps to the location where Y/N’s scarf had been “found.” The tension in the air was palpable as they gathered around, their eyes fixed on the floor.

Wylan, steady and careful, dropped a few drops of the solution onto the floor. After a brief moment, a soft glow began to emanate from one of the drops. Wylan turned to face Kaz, his expression triumphant. “There! She used it.” Kaz visibly relaxed, his concern momentarily assuaged. “Go on, then,” he urged, giving Wylan the go-ahead to continue.

Wylan proceeded to pour more of the glowing solution onto the floor, and as it started to illuminate the path, the crows followed the trail with unwavering determination. Kaz believed they were following the traces left by Y/N, unaware that it was a fabricated trail laid out by Nina just hours before.

Not long after, the crows found themselves in front of Leila’s house, as they made their way closer, Five guards attacked the group. The crows, in accordance with their well-rehearsed plan, sprang into action. Each member engaged in combat, swiftly taking on one of the guards with their honed skills. Kaz, the only one not entangled in battle, remained on high alert.

Amidst the intense clash of combat, Nina’s voice pierced through the noise. “We’ve got it, go find Y/N!” Kaz scanned the scene one last time, ensuring the safety of his crew, before he took off running toward the house.

Kaz ventured further into the darkened house, his heart pounding in his chest as he called out for Y/N, his voice carrying a mix of hope and trepidation. The silence that followed was unnerving, pushing him to press on.

He continued to navigate the unfamiliar surroundings, each step echoing through the quiet house as he called Y/N's name again and again, his voice a lifeline in the darkness.

Eventually, he stumbled upon the basement door. He pushed it open with care, its creaking hinges the only sound in the stillness. As he descended the stairs, Kaz kept repeating Y/N's name, his concern growing with every step.

"Love?" he called out as he reached the bottom, and a muffled response reached his ears. A surge of relief washed over him as he quickly scanned the dimly lit basement, ensuring they were alone. He hurried over to where Y/N was seated, her eyes covered.

With deft fingers, Kaz removed the blindfold, revealing Y/N's eyes. "You're okay, love," he assured her, his voice a mixture of relief and tenderness. Y/N let out a sigh of relief, her voice trembling as she said his name.

Kaz wasted no time in freeing her from the handcuffs, helping her to her feet. Y/N wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace, and Kaz held her close, his concern evident in his voice as he asked, "What happened, love?"

As Y/N began to recount her experience to Kaz, he listened intently, a mix of sadness and anger in his eyes. Her story of being ambushed in the market weighed heavily on him, and he couldn't help but feel responsible for her safety. But-

"The market?" Kaz's voice held a note of realization as he pieced together the information. Y/N nodded slowly, her eyes scanning their surroundings. "Yes, the market. And then I was here," she added, her voice tinged with uncertainty about their current location. “Whatever here is.”

Kaz's sharp gaze swept across the basement, his mind working to make sense of the situation. The market was nowhere near where her scarf had been found, a discrepancy that raised questions. However, he pushed aside his doubts for the moment, focusing on their need to leave.

"Let's go, love," Kaz said, taking Y/N's hand. Hand in hand, they made their way outside, where they found the rest of the crows encircled by the unconscious bodies of their “attackers”. Relief washed over the group, and Y/N was greeted with hugs and excited welcomes.

As they began the journey back to the Slat, Kaz turned to Wylan, acknowledging the effectiveness of his Glownie powder. "Wylan, you should make more of that powder. It helped a lot today."

Wylan, eager to divert the conversation, chuckled nervously. "Yeah, of course," he agreed hastily. However, Y/N, curious, looked back and inquired about the mysterious powder.

Kaz halted their progress, releasing Y/N's hand and turning to face the group. "Wylan, care to explain what powder we're talking about?"

The crows exchanged anxious glances, their secrecy now exposed. Wylan stammered, "Glownie?" making it sound like a question, followed by a nervous chuckle.

Kaz's irritation was palpable as he responded with a curt "Right." He shot a brief, disapproving look at the rest of the group before turning back to Y/N and extending his hand, which she took with a smile.

Back at the club, Kaz requested Y/N’s presence in his office, and she agreed. They ascended the stairs together, and once inside Kaz’s office, Y/N settled into a chair while Kaz leaned against his desk. A silence hung in the air, heavy with unspoken thoughts and emotions.

Breaking the silence, Y/N voiced her question, her eyes searching Kaz’s. “It was them, wasn’t it?”Kaz nodded slowly. “I believe so, yes.”

Y/N’s laughter, tinged with amusement, washed over the room, and it was like music to Kaz’s ears. “For such a great plan, they definitely could’ve planned some stuff better,” she commented, her tone light, bringing a smile to Kaz’s face – a smile that hadn’t graced his lips since their breakup.

After a brief pause, Y/N cleared her throat and said “I should leave now.” before making a move to leave. However, before she could open the door, Kaz’s voice stopped her in her tracks. “Stay.”

Y/N turned back to face him, sadness in her eyes, and asked, “What for?” In that moment, Kaz hesitated, his mind racing with unspoken sentiments. What was he supposed to say? That his hard days are easier because of her? That talking to her makes everything feel better? That he admires her strength? Her kindness? Perhaps her unique perspective on the world. That when he is near her, the ghosts of his past become a gentle whispers within the chambers of his mind, their haunting presence neutralized by the soothing sound of his thumping heart. That he still needs her. That he still loves her.

“I’ve let my ego guard my heart. I’ve stopped myself from admitting that I miss and need you. I am entirely afraid of my own heart but I know that it wants you. I want you, I love you.”

With every word that came out of his lips, Y/N drew closer. Her eyes held a softness that mirrored Kaz’s own, and without the need for more words or explanations, their lips met in a tender, heartfelt kiss.

Kaz’s frame leaned against the desk, and his arms enveloped Y/N’s waist, drawing her closer to him. A content sigh escaping his lips.

Bonus

“Oh my saints! This is so cute!”Nina exclaimed, and her sentiment was met with a harmonious chorus of agreement and awe from the rest of the crows. Kaz found himself seated at the center of the table, surrounded by his team which had been lavishing him with compliments for the past thirty something minutes.

This whirlwind of emotions and affection had erupted after Kaz's revelation that he was planning to propose to Y/N. It had been two years since their tumultuous breakup and eventual reconciliation, and for the past year, Kaz had been carrying an engagement ring with him, waiting for the perfect moment.

Kaz's patience was wearing thin with their teasing and admiration, and he finally spoke up with a serious tone. "Will you help or not?" he asked, his gaze sweeping the table. The group fell silent and Jesper couldn't resist adding a touch of humor to the moment. "You sure you want our help after the ass-chewing we got from you almost two years ago for our 'terrible planned plan'?" he quipped.

Kaz's gaze held steady as he met the expectant eyes of his friends. "I do," he affirmed, and a hint of amusement danced in his eyes. “Save that for the wedding.” Inej's playful comment elicited a chuckle from the room.

A week had passed since the crows huddled together, weaving the threads of a heartfelt proposal plan for Kaz to present to Y/N. On the morning of the proposal, the atmosphere in the Slat was as ordinary as any other day. The crows sat around the table, sharing breakfast and carrying brief conversations as they usually did. After their meal, they dispersed, each going their separate ways, preparing for what they hoped would be a day to remember.

Once Kaz and Y/N returned to their room, they engaged in a simple, easy conversation. The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. They spoke of inconsequential things, savoring the comfort of each other's presence. As time passed, Kaz's gaze fell to his pocket watch, his steady facade revealing a hint of nerves. His eyes then drifted toward the window, where the world beyond beckoned.

Breaking the silence, Kaz remarked, "It's a nice day," his voice holding a hint of understated excitement. Y/N responded with an agreeable hum, matching his sentiment.

Kaz couldn't help but smile at her response. "Shall we go for a walk?" he proposed, his heart dancing with anticipation.

Y/N's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she readily agreed. Their laughter filled the room as Kaz grabbed his coat, and they made their way outside, hand in hand. Their steps led them through familiar streets until they found themselves standing at the entrance of the park that held a special place in both their hearts.

Hand in hand, they ventured inside, cherishing the serenity of the park. Unbeknownst to Y/N, Kaz gently guided them toward a particular tree, one with a history known only to the two of them… And Jesper, and probably the rest of the crows. But, it was the tree where, years ago, they had carved their initials inside a heart, sealing their love in a silent promise.

Y/N was lost in conversation, the world around her a tranquil backdrop to their shared moments. It wasn't until she reached the heart-carved tree that her words faded into an astonished silence. There, before her eyes, the tree was adorned with twinkling fairy lights, casting a magical glow. Beneath it lay a soft blanket, a picnic basket filled with delectable food and wine, surrounded by a sea of vibrant, blooming flowers.

Y/N froze, her breath catching in her throat, and she turned to Kaz, a question forming on her lips. But before she could utter a word, her gaze met Kaz, who had gracefully descended to one knee. In his trembling hand, he held a ring. “Kaz-“ said Y/n, hand coming up to cover her mouth, eyes watery.

“You once told me that you had never carved your initials on a tree before because you hadn’t found a love worth immortalizing. Well, I have, and I want to spend the rest of my life proving to you that our initials should be carved in every tree there is, not just this one.” he began, his gaze never wavering from hers, “from the moment I met you, my life took a turn I could have never predicted. You brought light into the darkest corners of my world. You showed me a kind of love that was previously unimaginable, and you became my anchor in a sea of chaos.”

His fingers trembled slightly as he continued, “We’ve faced challenges, trials that would have shattered most, but we emerged stronger each time. We’ve laughed together, cried together, and even fought with each other, but through it all, our love has remained unwavering.”

Kaz’s voice grew softer, the hint of sadness lingering as he spoke of their past. “I know there have been moments of doubt, times when I failed you, when I pushed you away because I was afraid. But through it all, you stayed by my side, never giving up on me, on us.”

“Love, I can’t imagine a world without you in it. So, with all the love that resides in my heart, all the love you’ve patiently nurtured, I ask you this…”

He paused, his voice unsteady, his eyes shimmering with raw emotion. “Will you marry me, Y/N?” As the weight of his words hung in the air, Kaz held his breath, waiting for her answer, praying with all his heart to all the saint he didn’t believe in that she would say yes and become his forever.

With a radiant smile, Y/N answered, “Yes, Kaz, a thousand times yes.”

Kaz’s eyes gleamed with joy as he slid the ring onto her finger, a perfect fit. Standing up slowly, he couldn’t help but be drawn to her, capturing her lips in a tender, love-filled kiss. The world seemed to fade away for that moment, leaving only the two of them, wrapped in the warmth of their love.

But just as they kissed, a sudden eruption of cheers, shouts, and laughter shattered the serenity. Out of nowhere, the crows appeared, jubilantly celebrating the moment. They clapped Kaz on the back, patted Y/N’s shoulder, and hooted with joy, their happiness infectious.

Kaz and Y/N couldn’t help but flinch at the unexpected celebration, but as they looked around at the beaming faces of their friends, they couldn’t help but smile. After all, they are the ones that dealt with all their ups and downs of their relationship.

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Bad Idea Right? - Part 9

Eris x Reader/Azriel’s Daughter

What are friends for if not for meddling? A certain daughter of spring and her heir apparent lover scheme to bring a stubborn Shadowsinger and her Autumn High Lord mate back together.

A/n: remember when I said this would be the final part? I was wrong. Sorry! Don’t hate me. There will be at least one more chapter and an epilogue.

Part 8 Series Masterlist Part 10

Warnings: language, sexual innuendos, alcohol

In hindsight, perhaps I was a bit dramatic. But in my defense, what the fuck??

The High Lord of the Autumn Court is my mate?

And he’s known since the moment he met me?

I am a fool, truly. There’s no other explanation. Perhaps I may not be as perceptive as my father or nosey little sister but I’m pretty damned adept in reading a room.

Yet I’d been fucking my mate for two years with zero clue. No wonder my damned shadows enjoy playing with him so much. But to be fair, who wouldn’t? I mean look at him. The muscles, graceful stature, those auburn locks of hair, that arrogant smirk that I want nothing more than to kiss right off his stupid, gorgeous face.

And in the face of the truth, I fled. Like a coward.

“Sissy?” Azalea’s concerned voice interrupts my spiral of self-loathing.

Her little hand squeezes mine. “Ice cream makes me feel better when I’m sad.”

“That sounds wonderful, Azzie.”

With that, my mother gave a soft smile and strode to the kitchen to retrieve my favorite strawberry flavor from the ice box.

I looked down to my sister to find her brows drawn together and lips pursed, wings sagging just a bit. “What’s going on, Azalea?”

“I told Eris that what he did was bad but sissy, I don’t think he’s bad. But you were so sad.”

Oh.

“Oh Azalea, I’m sorry. I appreciate you and your loyalty. I’m lucky to have such a kind little sister and you know what? I bet Eris would prefer for you to stick up for me instead of ignoring my feelings. Because you’re right, he is not bad. He’s not a bad male at all.”

“Then why are you so sad?” question shone in her eyes as she waited for a response.

“I’m upset because I believed that he liked me for me - but now that I know he knew I was his mate from the moment we met, it makes me feel like he only likes me because of a bond that neither of us have control over.”

The winged little girl pondered before replying, “He can still love you for who you are even with a bond. I didn’t have control over being your sister, but I like you a lot. I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my sister.”

Her words stopped me in my tracks. Since when was my little sister so wise beyond her years? Yet still - it stings. It stings for there to have been so many secrets and perhaps he had good reason to hide it. Hell, maybe he didn’t even want me beyond the most base level of a mating bond. The sex was incredible. Yet, he was the one who took me on a date tonight. Still came around despite my father’s ominous presence. An ugly voice inside of me whispered that it was all to gain a political foothold, yet the more rational side of me could feel that it wasn’t truth.

A bang on the door interrupted my thoughts.

Azzie’s wings rustle, little legs bounding across the room in search of the unexpected intrusion, her hazel eyes peering out the foyer window. My heart fluttered briefly - could it be him? What would I say?

The racing sensation in my chest faltered as my shadows briefed me of the visitor’s identity.

“Azzie, can you go ask mom to scoop an extra bowl of ice cream?”

She didn’t miss a beat as her little feet took off into the kitchen where she animatedly informed our mother of the visitor at our doorstep.

Another knock and a shout of “Open up the door, bitch! I know you’re in there.” had me letting out a flustered breath and scurrying to allow the nuisance entry into my home, greeting her with “How do you even know where I live?”

“Well,” Layla let out an exasperated sigh, taking a step into the fae-light illuminated foyer. “For one, it’s nice to see you again too. Second, Daemati boyfriend, remember?” Pointing a finger to her head with an incredulous expression, she continued. “Third, you didn’t see me fleeing when my tits were out in front of your entire family. THANKS for that.”

Shame flooded my features but she cut off any attempt at an apology for leaving her in the uncomfortable predicament with Nyx. “Eh, I like to think of myself as a bit of an exhibitionist. I just never imagined my first foray into such endeavors would involve the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court. ANYWAY-“ the blonde gave me a pointed look, summoning two bottles of wine from a pocket realm. “I brought vino for our troubles.”

Twenty minutes later and we’d all soothed our wounds with ice cream and Azalea peppering Layla with questions about anything and everything she could think of.

I could have fallen through the floor when she gleefully informed Layla that she did indeed try to stop us before barging in upon her and Nyx’s more private affairs. Layla only laughed and flashed me a vulgar gesture when Azalea wasn’t looking.

Azalea eventually dozed off somewhere between Layla and I’s second and third bottle of wine when she jumped up with a shriek. “Oh my gods! What’s the name of that bar you lot love so much? Rose’s?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Rita’s?”

“Yes! That’s the one. Let’s go! Girls night out.”

“Layla, why don’t we go somewhere the Inner Circle doesn’t frequent? Somewhere a bit more youthful?”

With a dismissive wave she shush’d me. “No way. Let’s be tourists. Wouldn’t anyone visiting want to go to THE spot that the Court’s upper echelon frequent? Let’s go dazzle the citizens of Velaris with our sexy moves. I’ll let you grind against me if you’re good.”

I laughed at my friend’s peculiar method of cheering me up but honestly, a night out to let loose before facing the rocky road ahead sounded like just what I needed.

“Fine. Let’s go.”

———

Rita’s was more packed than usual as an attendant led Layla and I back to the Inner Circle’s standard table, we snaked through the crowded floor, brushing shoulders with the ocasional dancing patron when I overheard a voice muttering about the “sexy High Lord” she’d bumped into at the bar.

I reached to grab Layla’s attention but it was too late as I looked up to find her cozied up to Nyx with my uncles, my father, and my- “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Looking past my friend with her shit-eating grin, I see the gorgeous face of my mate.

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Eris

He stood dejected in the basement of the gallery, trying to process what had just gone down.

Never did he imagine this was how the night would turn out. Under normal circumstances, he would be traveling back to his court to look into the father of the Day Court female who’d tried holding him hostage but Helion would look further into it and send word. He was not in a place to fairly handle such a situation given that the thought of them laying a hand on his mate made him burn with rage.

So he stood there, taking steadying breaths about to leave when a low whistle rang out behind him and a large hand clapped his back. “Ouch. Not the ideal way to reveal a mating bond.”

Eris scoffed, readying an unbecoming retort when Cassian continued, “Been there. It’s not easy but you two will work it out. Beer helps. Care to grab a drink at Rita’s while Nyx and Rhys work their shit out? Probably not the best for you and Azriel to be alone together at the moment anyway.”

To his credit- Azriel only let out a semi-annoyed huff and rolled his eyes.

What the fuck was this evening becoming? Mating bond unveiled and now getting drinks with a male who had every right to loathe him.

But Eris didn’t have it in him to deny the offer. So with that, he found himself at Rita’s with the Night Court general.

“I’m just saying that these Archerons, they’re lovely and great but… they’re headstrong.” He put two palms up in the air. “Now before you jump to conclusions, it’s not a BAD thing. The gods know Nesta has handed my ass to me when I’ve needed it many times over the years but sometimes…. Sometimes you’ve just got to give them time to come around.”

Eris could have reminded Cassian that most females would need time to come around to such a reveal but… the male was making an effort and Eris had nobody else to talk to about such a situation.

He supposed he could have tracked down Lucien but the matter felt a bit too sensitive to address at the moment given the rejected bond between he and Elain and the very obvious fact that Eris’ mate was the result of that rejected bond.

“Hey- I’m here making an effort. At least try to appear like you’re not tuning me out.” Cassian waved a hand before him.

“Apologies.” Eris smirked, refusing to let the male see him too down and out. “Just processing everything.”

“Well, finish the rest of this beer and we can order some of that autumnal shit you all prefer in your court for the next round. Unless you’re too prissy and have some fancy shit you High Lord’s prefer.”

Eris recognized the bait for what it was, given that he knew Cassian would be the first to indulge in Rhysand’s top shelf liquors.

Eris lifted the foaming mug to his mouth and downed the entire beer before placing it back down on the counter. “Another Illyrian draft is just fine.”

The large male beside him let out a hum that almost seemed like approval. “Maybe you’re not such a cunt after all, High Lord.”

“Yeah, well keep that between us.”

Cassian held up two fingers as the bar keep gave him a nod and Cassian pointed to a table in the corner.

No sooner than they’d seated themselves did Rhysand and Nyx enter the establishment, a hesitant Azriel behind them.

“Sorry.” Cassian shrugged. “Rhys sent word a couple minutes ago. Figured we could all use a round after this evening.”

Rhys looking a bit disheveled in comparison to that usual air of arrogance he exuded, giving a cocky grin as eyes within the establishment fell upon him. His son on the other hand still appeared a bit out of sorts given the inconvenient revelation of he and the daughter of Spring to his entire family.

The Shadowsinger only gave a curt nod in greeting, expression remaining stony.

Through a boisterous laugh the general teased, “Welcome to the shit show.”

The tension at the table was palpable, Azriel glaring daggers through Eris, Nyx very clearly communicating mind to mind with someone, Rhys slowly losing his resolve in maintaining his collected facade. Cassian, ever the instigator, broke the silence. “So, mates, huh?”

Azriel’s cold gaze averted from the Autumn High Lord to the General, promising violence. “Hey-“ Cassian raised his palms again. “It’s not so bad. She could have been mated to Tamlin.”

Had it not been for the mating bond chafing his ass, Eris could have laughed but he only bristled at the thought of his mate with any other male.

“Ouch!” Cassian yelped as the violet-eyed High Lord kicked him under the table.

“Oh come on! None of us handled our mating bonds perfectly, and I know damn well that any of you would be enjoying this mess if roles were reversed. You’re just pissy, I remember very clearly the shit you gave me when this fucker,”pointing a calloused finger to Eris with a cheeky grin, “proposed to Nesta!”

Eris really wanted to fall through the floor at this point. “But she was my mate, and look at us now? Remember those days at the dining table, Az?”

Shadows whirled violently around the Spymaster. “You’re not obligated to speak every little thought that pops into your mind.”

Though it was clear the Shadowsinger was deathly serious, Cassian only waived him off and Nyx burst out laughing, egging his Uncle on.

“Mating bonds aren’t everything.” Azriel growled out, “You’re not entitled to her. She’s her own person and can choose what her heart wants.”

Eris raised an eyebrow at the implication. He was well aware that he played the bastard role well but he would never-

“Are you implying, Shadowsinger, that I would not let your precious daughter choose? And believe me, I’m well aware of the atrocities and the merits that can come from a rejected mating bind. I remember the physical and emotional pain inflicted upon my brother when his own bond was rejected, the uncontrollable waves of grief that still sometimes roll through him.” Azriel sat, stone faced at the reminder that his wife was not his mate. Eris didn’t give him time to react, continuing.

“But I’m also well aware that if not for that pain and that rejected bond, I would be without my beloved nephew, or my curious new friend who thinks of even the smallest of denizens of your court matter - who treats me like I’m just a person and not the arrogant prick the rest of the world views me as.”

Eris placed a broad palm to his own chest, clutching as if in physical pain as the next words left his lips. “And do you not think, Shadowsinger, that I don’t recognize the fucking treasure that came from that rejected bond? The irony that my brother’s rejected bond resulted in the greatest gift of my life? And while I’d love to covet that treasure, care for her, let her shine for all of those to see - to know that she’s mine - it’s not my choice. It’s hers. If she wants to shine with someone else? Gods, it will hurt like hel, but I’ll remember her with nothing but love in my heart. She wants to stay on her own, making her own way in the world? I’ll stand back and cheer for her. I think you’re well aware that NOBODY chooses for your daughter but her.”

Azriel remained stone faced, a hand resting to the handle of the foaming mug of mead before him. Cassian let out a huff. Nyx smirked and Rhysand only looked at Eris with something that almost appeared to be respect.

Azriel finally shook his head, raising the mug in Eris’ direction. “Then that’s all I can ask for.”

All eyes at the table darted to him in shock. The famed, merciless spymaster standing down.

Eris only lifted his own mug in return and that was that.

The next hour went by as smoothly as possible, the table ordering several rounds of drinks. Eris nearly pissed himself when the shock of a caress against his mental shields caught his attention, Nyxs’ amused voice only stating, “You can thank me later.”

Eris’ brows drew together, puzzled by what on earth he’d have to thank the heir for, as a blonde female fell into the seat beside the male. A familiar scent wafting into his nostrils.

His mate.

Gods, she looked fucking fantastic and Eris knew right away he’d have to glamour the involuntary scent of arousal wafting from him at the sight of her ethereal face, those fucking hips that he wanted to hug as tightly as that little dress did - his inhibited state not helping the situation whatsoever. She only glared at him, as she stood beside the table, sweet voice dripping with irritation,

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

She crossed her arms across her chest. Gods, she was trying to kill him. Her arms pushing up her immaculate breasts. Was he salivating? This had to be a dream. Or a nightmare if her father caught wind of just how the sight of her was affecting him.

But most of all, he only felt love and adoration as he stared at the prickly female glaring daggers through him. Truth-Teller would certainly feel less violent against his skin than the sharp gaze piercing into his heart.

“I didn’t know, I swear.” Eris pleaded.

“Right. I’m leaving.” She huffed.

“Oh no you fucking don’t” the blonde female interjected. “You’re not just going to ice him out. It’ll hurt you worse than any words ever could. You two need to TALK.”

Nyx looked to the female with pride.

“I’m not finished with YOU.” Y/N hissed with rage to her friend.

“Oh I have no doubt.” The female - Layla - fired back. “But first you’re going to work things out with your mate.”

With an irritated look to her friend, she grabbed Eris by the wrist with a reluctant “Come on, we’re LEAVING.”

Eris threw a grateful look to Nyx and Layla, standing with no resistance to the grasp his mate had on his wrist. Azriel grunted and began to stand, but Rhys threw an arm out, keeping him seated. And to Eris’ surprise, the Shadowsinger remained.

Cool air and the aroma of spices from the surrounding establishments greeted the pair, an otherwise perfect evening to drape his arm over her shoulder and whisper sweet nothings into her pointed ear as they passed the shops, but she only tapped her foot with impatience. “Well?? Winnow me to your apartment and let’s get this over with.”

Eris stepped forward, caressing her wrist in a lovers grasp, sensuous smirk forming on his lips. Fire in his blood or no, chill bumps rose up her olive skin, nipples pebbling beneath her dress.

“As you wish.” And winnowed her straight to the foot of his bed. He’d let her lead from there but if there was one thing he knew about his mate, she firmly believed all was fair in fucking and fighting. It was all in her hands how the night would go.

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A/n: Thank you everyone for your patience with this chapter! Life has been hectic (seasonal illnesses, end of the fiscal quarter, traveling sports, mental health struggles, etc) and my brain was just not cooperating with this chapter. After writing a few one shots I was able to get back into the proper headspace but found I was still struggling to transfer this chapter from my brain into print. I eventually realized I wasn’t ready for the story to end quite yet so with that being said this is NOT the final chapter. I hope you all don’t hate me for saying it was before changing my mind but it’s important to give the story the satisfying ending that it deserves. 🥰

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static-radio-ao3 · 10 months ago

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@jegulus-microfic // january 14 // prompt: massage // words: 808

“Long night?” The bartender asks, towel slung over his shoulder as he pours Regulus another glass of whiskey.

“Long month,” he sighs. He massages his temples for a moment, but it doesn’t do anything to alleviate the headache that’s building up.

“Yeah? Wanna tell me about it?” The bartender busies himself with cleaning the counter. There’s no one else to tend to, after all. He looks up at Regulus over the rim of his glasses.

Regulus snorts out a laugh. Perhaps somewhat unattractively, but he doesn’t care. There’s no one left to impress, after all. “I don’t think you get paid enough for that.”

“I get paid plenty. Come on, I’m all ears.”

Regulus considers for a moment, glass loosely held between his fingertips. He swirls the liquid around. Tilts his head. “Well, at least tell me your name before I unload all my issues.”

The bartender moves so he’s standing right in front of him. He leans down, arms coming to rest on the counter. He has nice arms, Regulus notices. Strong. Corded. Veiny.

“James,” the bartender says. He tips his head as if to say nice to meet you.

“Well, James,” Regulus starts, “I’ve been dating.”

“Ah.”

“And it’s not going well.”

“Ah.”

“See, my first date was with a guy who was definitely in love with his roommate and asked me to drive him home an hour into the date because the roommate called. There was an emergency, apparently. I don’t know what type of emergency requires me to stop for condoms first, but I digress.”

Barty hadn’t even been apologetic about it. Told Regulus point-blank that he needed to pass by the store. Bought ribbed condoms and flavored lube. Directed Regulus to their apartment. For a brief moment, Barty had seemed to consider inviting him up.

“They’re nice though,” he continues with a shrug. “We hang out sometimes.” James chuckles in amusement, soft and low. “Second date was with a guy whose hair was so greasy, I swear you could deep fry something in that mess. And he kept talking about his childhood best friend, which was giving me stalker vibes, to be honest.”

James watches, rapt, as Regulus brings his glass to his mouth and tips it back, the whiskey burning through his system. It leaves him feeling warm and fuzzy around the edges. He’s not sure if it’s the whiskey, though, or James’ attentive gaze.

“And tonight?” James asks. “Date number three?”

“This was four, actually,” he sighs. “Three was a double date with my brother and his boyfriend and their friend, but the friend stood me up.”

“He did not,” James gasps, appropriately scandalized.

“Right?” Regulus sniffs. He stares into the bottom of his glass, amber liquid long gone, just to avoid the pity he knows he’ll find in James’ eyes. “Tonight was a miss, too. I don’t know, maybe I’m the problem. The undateable Regulus Black. The least eligible bachelor in all of England.” Regulus can’t help the derisive snort that escapes him.

“What did you just say?” James straightens. The movement is so sudden that Regulus startles with it.

There is a bitter twist of his mouth as he repeats his words. It feels a bit cruel to be asked for an encore of his self-deprecation, but Regulus has always had a hard time saying no to a pretty face. “The least eligible bachelor in all of England?”

“No, no, before that.”

He rolls his eyes. “The undateable Regulus Black?”

James takes a step back behind the bar, as if to get a better look at Regulus. He’s sure he’s quite the spectacle. Hair mussed, eyes bleary, tie undone because he’s been tugging at the knot all night.

“Shit, you’re Sirius’ brother. I— I had an unexpected shift last week, Peter got sick.” James cards a hand through his hair, tugging on some strands as he goes. “That’s why I couldn’t make it.”

Regulus jolts in his chair, leaning closer to James, eyes narrowed and lip curled up in a sneer. “Wait, you stood me up?”

“I didn’t know!” Two hands held up in surrender. Regulus thinks they’re nice hands. Skilled, too, because he saw James twirl bottles earlier. He wonders what those hands might feel like on his throat. No. He blinks harshly to clear his head. James is still standing there, hands raised. When Regulus leans back into his chair, he lowers them.

He turns to the shelves where the liquor is stocked, grabs the bottle of whiskey. Regulus forces himself not to think indecent thoughts about the man's back.

“Well then,” James says, pouring himself a drink after topping off Regulus’ glass. He shucks the towel off his shoulder, unbothered when it lands in a heap on the counter behind him. Shoots Regulus a wry grin, glass lifted mid-air as if toasting. “Fifth time’s the charm?”

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johnwickb1tsch · 4 months ago

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Sympathy for the Devil ~ Part 3

A Donaka Mark x housekeeper!Reader fic, based on @discoscoob 's concept & bot! Warnings: Donaka Mark is a bad man with a soft spot for you. dark romance, possessive behavior, nonconsensual voyeurism, red flag red flag girl!🔺, psychological games, power imbalance, eventual dubcon/nsfw.

one. two.

Three. 三

Later that evening, in the wee hours, Donaka is still awake in his office. He looks through the security cameras around the property out of boredom, and sees you, outside in the dark garden in nothing but a tank top and boxer shorts, talking to the goddamn dogs. You have some sort of food in your hand, and they are sitting prettily, waiting for you to share it. You almost look like some eldritch sprite out of a fairy tale in the moonlight, taming these fierce beasts with…he zooms in–a bag of potato chips.

Donaka couldn’t sleep, thinking about work, a new fighter he wants for his underground ring, and you. The way you’d defied him earlier boiled his blood, and he is chomping at the bit to punish you for defying him. He’d thought it would have to be something subtle, but seeing you now, like this–he just wants to yell at you.

He marches down to the garden, the section adjoining the servants quarters where you dwell. He pauses for a moment in the shadows, possessively looking over you, taking in your choice of sleepwear for the sultry South China summer. The modest knee-length black dress you wear for your work uniform does you no justice, he thinks, as he takes in the curves of your thighs and the peaked tips of your unbound breasts beneath the thin fabric of your shirt.

He makes a fist at his side, gathering his control. If he jumps on you right now, the way he burns to, the dogs will probably maul him.

“You know the dogs have a job to do?”

You jump at the unexpected sound of his voice, immediately hiding the chips behind your back. They’re fried crab flavored Lays–and addictively good. The dogs think so too. One of them tries to take advantage of the lowered foodstuffs, snoofing into your back, pushing you forward a step. They are incredibly strong.

“We’re just…having a snack break,” you say quietly. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“A snack break.” He crosses his arms over his chest, glaring at all of you. “If you spoil them, they won’t go after intruders. They’ll just beg for chips.”

You’re not a total idiot. You suspect this dressing-down has more to do with you defying him earlier on the road, than interacting with the dogs. You’d been careful not to make a sound, when you came out. You just couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning, thinking about…Mr. Mark, if you’re being honest. The way he’d looked at you, from the car…god.

You really are a piece of work. The last thing you need is to catch lustful feelings for your scary hot boss.

You’ve told yourself over and over, but the good advice just isn’t catching. He draws you like a moth to a flame.

Donaka takes a step closer, his gaze raking over you in your paper-thin attire. One look from this man, and your nipples are tightening to aching points--why didn't you put on a bra?

“And why bother jogging, if you are going to fill your body with that trash?”

You frown at that. He would be a your body is your temple sort of bro. You jog (and walk, who are you kidding?) because you like it.

“Just…trying out the local flavors,” you defend, albeit quietly. The snack flavors in the grocery store are wild–you feel so cheated, from what you’re used to back home. Sour Cream and Onion can kiss your ass...

Donaka snorts disdainfully, then looks back to the dogs. “You do know they could kill you with one bite?” he demands, lifting an eyebrow at you.

You don’t know where you get the courage to lift your chin at this man. Maybe he wears a fine suit all the time and works in an office, as far as you know, but there is something dangerous about him you can’t quite put your finger on. Maybe it’s his physical size, or his athletic physique. The black t-shirt he’s wearing is showing off what you’d suspected to be true all along: this man has biceps to make a grown woman cry. But mostly–it’s his eyes. Sharp, burning, intense.

Panty melting.

“They could hurt me…I guess I just have to trust them not to.” Here you are, talking in double speak again to the man who writes your paychecks. He softens at hearing that, just the slightest, almost undetectable bit. His forbidding frown shifts to a smirk. He takes a step closer, close enough to touch, if he reached out his long arm.

You stand your ground.

“Some might think that’s a foolish risk, y/n.” He knows you’re not stupid, but he’s beginning to see that you’re a lot braver than he’d originally thought.

“Ah well. A housekeeper’s got to live a little.”

He blows air out his nostrils at that, glaring down at you. “Go to bed, y/n,” he commands you, and turns on his heel to stalk off.

“Maybe you could use a potato chip,” you huff under your breath.

“What was that?” he snarls, half turning back to you.

“Nothing, Sir. Goodnight.”

He goes, and you can’t stop yourself from making a funny face at his back, your hands curled like claws on top of your head.

Later, Donaka will review the footage of this encounter, mostly to ogle you in your scanty sleep attire once again while he fists his turgid cock. But when he gets to the part at the very end where he sees you so irreverently making the face at his retreating form–he can’t suppress a bark of laughter, and a smile like a baring of teeth. You have no idea who you’re playing with.

It’s going to feel so sweet, when he brings you to heel.

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koiiiji · 27 days ago

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Please anything with Owen Knight if you can.

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you weren't exactly sure how you ended up in this situation — pedaling like your life depended on it, wind whipping through your hair as you struggled to keep up with Owen Knight. the Golden Boy, the prodigy rider of his team, and the guy who was somehow charming, confident, and totally oblivious all at once.

“c’mon, you got this! just a little faster!” Owen’s voice rang out ahead of you, his laugh floating back as he turned his head, giving you a wide grin.

“you’re killing me!” you shouted, nearly out of breath. “i swear, i didn’t sign up for Tour de France training!”

Owen slowed down just enough to roll beside you, his striking blue eyes twinkling with amusement. “you did say you wanted to go riding, didn’t you? this is how we roll!”

you shot him a half-hearted glare. “by ‘riding,’ i meant a chill ride around the park. you know, like normal people?”

Owen laughed, his face bright and carefree. “yeah, but i’m not exactly ‘normal people,’ am i?”

you groaned, shaking your head. it was impossible to stay annoyed at him when he was like this — cheerful, fun, and genuinely trying to make you enjoy the ride, even if he was way too fast for your pace.

after a few more minutes of struggling to keep up with him, Owen suddenly skidded to a halt in front of a small convenience store. you stopped beside him, panting like you’d just run a marathon.

“break time!” he announced proudly, hopping off his bike and parking it. “i’m getting ice cream. you in?”

you barely managed to catch your breath as you nodded. “you better be getting me some after that death sprint.”

he winked. “of course. what flavor?”

few minutes later, you were both sitting on a bench outside the store, munching on ice cream cones. cool sweetness was the perfect reward after the unexpected workout. Owen leaned back, his long legs stretched out in front of him as he casually licked his cone, looking way too relaxed for someone who had just cycled with unbelivable speed.

“y’know,” he said, glancing over at you with a smirk, “you did better than i thought. for a rookie.”

you narrowed your eyes at him, playfully nudging his shoulder. “oh, thanks. that’s exactly what i wanted to hear.”

he laughed, bumping you back gently. “i’m serious! you’re getting stronger.”

you rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “yeah, well, maybe i’ll be able to beat you one day.”

“oh, absolutely,” he replied, his tone suddenly serious. “i’m sure you’ll totally leave me in the dust. i’ll be crying on the side of the road, defeated.”

you burst out laughing at the mental image of Owen, the superstar rider, dramatically sobbing while you zoomed past him on a bike. he grinned at you, clearly proud of making you laugh. “but, until that day, i’ll keep being your personal coach. gotta push you to greatness, right?”

you raised an eyebrow. “oh, is that what this is? personal coaching?”

he gave you a playful wink. “of course. can’t have my favorite riding partner getting too comfortable.”

your heart skipped a beat at the casual mention of being his favorite. Owen had this way of saying things so effortlessly, not realizing the impact it had on you. before you could overthink it, though, he suddenly stood up, stretching his arms above his head.

“alright, coach says break’s over. ready for round two?”

you groaned dramatically, but stood up to follow him. “why do i feel like i’m going to regret this?”

Owen flashed you a dazzling smile, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “because you probably will. but hey, at least you’ve got me, right?”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the grin. “yeah, yeah. let’s go before i change my mind.”

as you both hopped back on your bikes, and you couldn’t help but think that maybe being his ‘favorite’ wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

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sl33paholics · 2 months ago

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A Simple Pack of Lunch

Jack Hanma x reader

Warning(s): Nothing at all. Just wanted to do this quick drabble and continue on the other requests.

The same routine you've been following since meeting the enormous giant.

You'd watch him overwork himself, for god knows how many hours, seeing the jacked man grunt and groan with each time he lifted up those heavy ass weights, with any jab he did to the punching bag, overall hearing...him...being around...him...you could only imagine the things his fists and hands have slammed into.

But one thing for certain, you'd never seen Jack actually take breaks. It was the little things that you noticed first. To your knowledge, from the people who he'd let get close to him, Jack would block out anyone else's presence or even just their presence altogether if it wasn't necessary for him. That's what made his strength, or Jack as a person, so much of a mystery to you and everyone around him.

So you decided to bring something. A pack of lunch.

You wanted to feed him. Why? What did you care? You barely knew Jack. You don't know him at all. But seeing him overwork himself like this, it's not normal behavior to see someone doing. Jack deserved a break. And so you decided to do something for him in return, although he never managed to acknowledge your existence.

You stepped into the room that Jack was usually seen in. The door creaked when you opened it, but no sound came out from within the room. There were a few weights on the floor near the wall, a few empty water bottles next to them, but there were no other signs that anything had happened here recently. Quickly making your move, you took out an index card and a marker, leaving a little note on the boxed food as you placed it on the stepping stool that was next to the weights.

Nothing more than a kind gesture from a stranger. You couldn't stay for long to see witness his reaction as you had plans, so you had to leave.

But this simple act of kindness, you thought, should be enough for him to know that someone cares about him. As if this was the starting point of a red string attaching the both of you without knowing.

From that day forward, you decided to stop by the gym every now and then to leave some food for him to devour. Jack didn't seem interested in it at first, and yet Jack always ate it anyway. Every single time.

It was almost annoying to him to always have an anonymous individual, leaving himself something to eat without pinpointing who it could be. Jack could've easily thrown out the meals you worked hard on preparing, but instead, take a couple of minutes to savor the flavors that were cooked for him. Maybe it was because he felt obligated to do so.

This went on for some time until...the incident. This incident was unexpected, to say the least. One moment, it was raining outside, and you were getting ready to head home from work for the night. The sky seemed grey, the rain pelting relentlessly against the sidewalk. Your hair was wet, too, your clothes dripping with water from the rain that had come down earlier. With the sudden change of weather, you had no jacket or umbrella to cover you, so you were trapped inside until the weather was cleared.

And then, suddenly...this huge monster appeared before you, taking your breath away as it looked like it could squash you in its hands with ease. It was Jack. For the first time, the two of you faced each other rather than communicating through cards. It was a different atmosphere, but Jack was always the same Jack to you.

You weren't able to say anything at the time. You were still in shock that someone like him would acknowledge you. The tension between the both of you was high. You were mentally preparing yourself for what he was about to say or do.

A simple, folded up letter was handed over to you. You hesitated for a moment before taking it and unfolding it. The words, written in Jack's messy scrawl, told you that he appreciated the fact that you were being considerate towards him. That you'd come by and left him food. He was very grateful. In return, he said that he would try and meet up with you again sometime soon. But the part of the letter that caught your attention was the last part of the sentence. "Thank you." He wrote.

You looked up to see the blonde man gone. You were smiling from cheek to cheek, looking so silly in the middle of the entrance. Meet up again soon? On a separate occasion? All that mental anguish was now washed away with relief. After all of this time, Jack was finally showing interest. Although Jack is still a mystery, you couldn’t believe your luck. You were going to be able to spend more time together, to talk more, and maybe...just maybe…expand on this new profound experience.

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joeliz99 · 2 months ago

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A Taste of Italy- Joe Keery

Description: In a serendipitous turn of events, (Y/N) celebrates her birthday alone in Positano, only to find unexpected companionship and romance as she shares a day of cooking and exploring Positano's beauty with the charming Joe.

Warnings: None, Pure Fluff, Non-established relationship, RPF Fic

Word count: 2378

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The small, intimate kitchen was filled with laughter as (Y/N) stood uncomfortably in front of her designated table. Usually, she considered herself a social butterfly, but today, it felt like her social skills had been drained. She was still trying to get over the fact that her friend had missed their flight to Positano, Italy, after planning this whole day for so long. Instead, she found herself alone in a cooking class she had refused to cancel at the last minute.

The instructor, with a thick Italian accent, provided an overview of the class. Almost every ingredient was laid out in front of her, and a glass of wine stood invitingly on the table. She stared at it for a moment before taking a sip, savoring the various flavor notes on her tongue. As she was about to go for a second try, someone stood next to her, removing his sunglasses and fixing his messy hair while muttering an out-of-breath hello.

"I'm sorry. Do you mind if I station here?" the guy asked, noticing her glance.

"Oh, not at all. Make yourself comfortable," she replied with a smile as he put on his apron.

"Thank you. I almost didn’t make it, you know? The streets are so confusing around here. I’m still sweating," he said. (Y/N) genuinely laughed. He was a bit of a mess, but he didn’t seem to mind at all.

"You'll get used to it. Give it a day or two and you'll have them all memorized."

"Are you sure? I’ve been here for a week now. I think I'm past that point," he replied with a grin, his sunburned cheeks now making complete sense.

(Y/N) was about to respond when the instructor’s voice filled the space once again. It was time to learn about Italian cuisine. Soon, the small kitchen was filled with low lounge music and the aroma of homemade sauces mingled with aromatic herbs and light chatter. Joe and (Y/N) worked on their pasta, each having a different experience. While (Y/N) had a natural gift for cooking, Joe struggled to knead the flour and ingredients into a smooth ball. (Y/N) glanced over frequently, almost wanting to help, seeing him with flour on his face, his hair messier than before, and a funny frown of concentration.

"Um... Mind if I help?" she asked after a moment. He looked up, noticing she was about to cut her dough, and nodded sheepishly. "It’s easier if you use your knuckles and press down. I don't know the logistics, but it works." She moved closer and demonstrated. "See?"

"Uhh... Yeah. Let me try," he said, taking over the job again. "How do I keep it from being clumpy?"

"Just keep kneading. It’ll come together soon."

They continued working with concentration, engaging in constant chatter while flattening the pasta, cutting it, and spiraling it into balls to cook in the boiling water.

"I'm going to need another glass of wine at this rate," Joe exclaimed, placing his hands on his hips dramatically. (Y/N) laughed, shaking her head as she took both empty glasses and walked over to the counter to refill them. He smiled excitedly and thanked her as she handed him a glass, and she took a sip from hers.

"I'm Joe, by the way. Nice to meet you." He extended his hand for a formal greeting, regretting it almost immediately when he noticed his hand was covered in flour. However, (Y/N) smiled and shook his hand without hesitation, her own hand looking nearly as floury.

"(Y/N), pleasure to meet you."

Joe took a sip of his wine and leaned against the counter, glancing at the bubbling pot. "So, if I don’t mess this up, maybe I’ll actually be able to cook this at home. Though, I’ll probably end up with takeout pizza instead."

(Y/N) smiled, swirling her own glass. "Pasta’s easier than it looks. If you can navigate a new country solo, this should be a walk in the park."

"Who said I was traveling alone, though?" Joe's teasing made (Y/N) blink in surprise, feeling her face flush with embarrassment as his laugh and friendly tap on her arm made the situation worse. "I’m just joking. You’re right, though. But you’re giving me too much credit. I almost burned my kitchen down trying to make toast once."

"Toast? That’s impressive," she teased, trying to regain her composure. "I think you might be in the wrong class."

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hey, everyone has their talents. That’s exactly why I’m here. My life motto is: When in Italy, be a new man."

"Oh my God," (Y/N) muttered, rolling her eyes with a smile as they noticed it was time to finish and assemble their first plate of pasta.

Everyone had the chance to plate their pasta, adding homemade sauces, grating some cheese, and sitting down to enjoy their creations while listening to local music and comedic stories from the chef.

Joe and (Y/N) sat together, savoring every bite of their simple yet satisfying meal. It felt like an explosion of flavors, enhanced by good company and an amazing ambiance. After such a delightful meal came (Y/N)’s most awaited part: Tiramisu.

Joe noticed the happiness on her face as she helped the chef assemble the dessert, having been pushed to volunteer. Tiramisu was her favorite dessert. After a fantastic demonstration, they all tasted the chef’s recipe, and Joe smiled widely seeing (Y/N) enjoy every bite with her eyes closed and muttering praises.

"Amazing, right?" he asked.

"Every time I come to Italy, I need to eat like a thousand of these. No questions asked," she replied with a satisfied grin.

"So, you're a regular traveler of these parts? Lucky girl."

"Not really," she said with a shrug. "I wish. But who has the money to come here often?" She laughed softly, unaware of Joe’s thoughtful expression. "It’s my second time, actually. Last time I spent two weeks traveling around Italy. One of the best experiences ever. This time is kind of different."

He leaned in slightly, intrigued. "Special occasion, or just a much-needed getaway?"

(Y/N) hesitated for a moment, then sighed with a sheepish smile. "Well… It’s actually my birthday today."

Joe’s eyes widened. "Wait, what? Your birthday?" His voice was full of surprise and warmth. "And you’re spending it here, in a cooking class?"

"Yeah, well… I actually love cooking," she chuckled. "My friend was supposed to be here, but she missed her flight. So, I’m making the most of it on my own."

"Well, happy birthday!" Joe said, lifting his wine glass in an impromptu toast. "You should’ve told me earlier! We could’ve made this a full-on celebration!"

(Y/N) laughed softly, clinking her glass against his. "It’s no big deal. Honestly, the day has been fun enough. And the food makes it worth it."

Joe looked at her with a lingering smile, as if something clicked in his mind. After the class finished, the two stood outside the small, rustic kitchen, the sun starting to dip behind the cliffs of Positano, casting golden hues across the town.

"Well, this was fun," (Y/N) said, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Thanks for being such good company, Joe. I hope you have the best time for the rest of your stay."

"Yeah, same to you. Take care, (Y/N)..." he replied, but as she turned to leave, something tugged at him. He hesitated, watching her walk a few steps away, before suddenly calling out, "Hey, wait!"

She turned, eyebrows raised. "Yeah?"

Joe took a deep breath, stepping closer to her. "I was just thinking… You shouldn’t have to spend your birthday alone. I mean, not if you don’t want to."

(Y/N) tilted her head, intrigued. "What are you suggesting?"

He smiled, a little shyly at first but then with more confidence. "Why don’t we spend the rest of the day together? I know a few places around here that will make this a day you won’t forget. We can grab drinks, maybe hit the beach, whatever you want." He paused, looking sincere. "I promise you won’t regret it."

(Y/N) blinked, taken aback by his offer but touched by his spontaneity. She felt her hesitation melt away as she smiled and nodded. "Okay, so... lead the way."

They began their afternoon by renting bikes to explore the charming streets of Positano. As they pedaled through the winding roads, the vibrant, stacked houses and stunning water views unfolded around them. The town’s narrow streets were a delightful maze, with antique cars parked along the curbs and locals strolling leisurely.

(Y/N) found herself wobbling a bit on the bike, struggling with the numerous curves and inclines. She tried to hide her clumsiness, but Joe noticed her occasional near-falls. “Having a bit of trouble there?” he teased with a grin.

“Not at all,” (Y/N) replied, though her tight grip on the handlebars gave away her struggle. “I’m having the best time of my life.”

Joe chuckled, adjusting his pace to stay beside her. “You’re doing great!”

Their banter continued as they cycled past picturesque scenes and lively street vendors. The vibrant energy of Positano made their exploration both exhilarating and memorable.

After a while, they parked their bikes and walked along the beach, where she eagerly began collecting seashells. Joe watched her with an amused smile, noting her focused effort. “Is this something you always do?” he asked.

(Y/N) looked up, a handful of colorful shells in her hands. “Only sometimes. I’m kind of amazed by everything that comes from the ocean. So... yeah. Something special to have with me.”

Joe nodded. “Let me help you then.”

They finally arrived at a beachside café, the sun beginning to dip, casting a warm, golden light over the scene. Joe and (Y/N) found a quaint spot where local musicians played lively tunes. They settled at a table with refreshing drinks, taking in the ambiance and the stunning view. As the music gradually picked up its tempo, Joe couldn’t resist doing what was on his mind.

With a playful grin, he extended his hand to (Y/N). “Care to join me?”

At first, (Y/N) hesitated, but his infectious enthusiasm and the cheerful music coaxed her into the small open space in front of the café. As they danced, the rhythm carried them into a joyful, carefree moment. Joe attempted to teach (Y/N) a few dance steps, and she couldn’t help but tease him about his “unique” moves. Their laughter and playful banter filled the air.

As the music slowed, they found themselves in a quieter, more intimate moment. They exchanged stares filled with unspoken understanding, their connection deepening in the soft glow of the setting sun. It was a silent acknowledgment of the bond they were forming.

After their dance, Joe suggested they head to a secluded restaurant he knew about. Tucked away from the bustling tourist spots, it offered a cozy atmosphere with a stunning view of Positano’s twinkling lights. They enjoyed a delectable meal, and their conversation flowed effortlessly. Their genuine interest and attentiveness created a deeper connection as they discussed favorite foods, travel experiences, and personal aspirations.

“So, what kind of cake would you like for your birthday?” he asked, his eyes sparkling.

(Y/N) laughed softly, shaking her head. “Actually, I’m not much of a cake person. Gelato’s more my style.”

Joe’s face lit up with a bright grin. “Perfect! Then we’ll do gelato.”

Following dinner, he led (Y/N) to a charming gelato shop renowned for its rich and colorful flavors. As they entered, they both ordered their own cones with an assortment of flavors. With a playful flair, Joe thanked the cashier and turned to begin singing “Happy Birthday” in an endearingly off-key voice. Patrons in the shop glanced over with amused smiles as (Y/N) looked on, touched by the effort and attention.

With their gelato cones still in hand, they took a final, peaceful stroll along the same streets they had explored earlier. When they arrived at (Y/N)’s BnB, the moonlight bathed the entrance in a soft glow. They stood there, the tranquil night around them creating a serene backdrop. Joe took a deep breath, his gaze lingering on (Y/N) as he hesitated.

After a moment, he leaned in slightly, his eyes searching hers. The warmth of their shared day seemed to wrap around them like a blanket. Joe's hand gently grazed (Y/N)’s cheek, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her face. His touch was soft and tentative, savoring every second of their close proximity.

“I’ve really enjoyed today,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “I know this will sound somewhat crazy, but... I was wondering...” He hesitated again, his hand moving to rest on her waist, pulling her just a fraction closer.

(Y/N) could feel her heart racing as she looked up at him. The intensity in his eyes matched the tenderness of his touch. “Wondering about what?” she managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.

Joe took another deep breath, his gaze roaming over her features—her eyes, her lips, the way the moonlight made her skin glow. “If maybe... we could do this again again sometime. Go out, explore more together.”

There was a charged silence as they both felt the weight of his words. Joe’s fingers lingered at her waist, his thumb gently brushing her hip. (Y/N) could see the hope and earnestness in his eyes, and she found herself drawn closer to him.

Finally, (Y/N) smiled, her eyes softening. “I’d like that very much.”

Joe’s smile widened, and he leaned in, closing the remaining distance between them. His hand gently cupped her face, his thumb brushing across her delicate jawline and placing finally his hand on her neck. Their kiss was soft and tender, an intimate connection heightened by the serene surroundings. The world seemed to fall away as they shared that perfect moment, each touch and caress magnified by the gentle moonlight.

As they pulled back, Joe looked at (Y/N) with a hopeful smile. “So, tomorrow sounds good?”

(Y/N) laughed softly, her heart full. “Yes, definitely.”

They parted with a warm, lingering hug, both feeling that this birthday had become a day to remember, filled with new beginnings and the promise of more to come.

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Snowed In || Saturday [Jake Seresin x OC]

A Jake Seresin AU miniseries

Summary: When a massive storm shutters every airport in New York, you receive an unexpected call. Jake Seresin, the ex-boyfriend of your college roommate, is stranded at JFK with nowhere to go. Somehow you find yourself hosting Jake for a long weekend in your studio apartment. What happens when you realize that maybe your long-standing hatred for him was covering up something else?

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x OC [Ella Finnley]

Trope: Forced proximity; enemies to lovers

Warnings: Cursing, references to cheating, eventual smut

Wordcount: 4.2K

Masterlist here; Part one aka Friday here

You had spent seven years trying to reinvent yourself after college. Almost exactly three thousand miles between you and Stanford, and yet the ghost of who you had been haunted you.

The funny best friend. The sidekick. The mousy girl in class. The overachiever. The one who wasn’t invited to parties.

You had moved to New York after graduation and taken a job with a small newspaper, working your way up. Along the way you had gotten a haircut, figured out how to apply makeup with a wet beauty blender, how to dress for your small frame. You had traveled at every opportunity, made friends with people across the city, dated a hedge fund analyst and a bee farmer and a NYU professor. You had done everything you had wanted to do and more.

But when you laid down to sleep at night, or first thing in the morning, all of that change escaped you. And your mind immediately flitted to the version of yourself that you had once been but no longer were.

The girl Jake Seresin had known and loathed.

***

The day was bright. Blinding. You groaned, rolling over, taking the covers with you, trying to shield your papery eyelids from the light streaming through the blinds.

It was no use. You groaned, eyes flying open.

Jake.

For a split second you had forgotten that not ten feet away, Jake Seresin was hypothetically asleep on your couch.

Slowly, you sat up, peering over the edge of the couch. But it was empty. The pillow and comforter that you had laid out the night before folded neatly and set in the corner. You frowned. And then the sound of the tap in the bathroom caught your attention. A moment later it stopped and Jake emerged from the bathroom into the hallway, wearing a pair of joggers and a fresh shirt, hair damp. He smiled. “Hey Finn.”

That was it. Like he had forgotten how the two of you had left it the night before.

“I made coffee. Hope that’s OK. But you don’t really have much else,” he said, sitting down on the ottoman.

“Ugh, yeah, I meant to go to the store, but I never did.”

Jake shrugged. “I think that’s our only option at this point.”

You stood up, the pant legs of your silky pajamas pooling onto the cold hardwood floor as you crossed the room and placed one hand on the window. It was frosty. Blinding white from all the snow swirling in every direction. It made the air practically opaque. “Not it,” you replied, turning around with one finger pressed to the tip of your nose.

Jake laughed. “Fuck it, fine, I’ll go.”

You grinned. Maybe having him around wouldn’t be all bad. “You can go later if you want. I’m not a big breakfast person, anyway.”

“Later is good.” Jake sat on the edge of the couch. “Listen, Finn. About last night.”

“I’m sorry,” you blurted and Jake’s eyes widened.

He laughed. A surprised chortle. “Jesus. Never thought I’d hear Ella Finnley apologize.”

“People change, Seresin.”

“I know,” he replied, his voice softer. “That’s what I keep trying to tell you.”

You looked him up and down. You had rarely thought of Jake Seresin in the almost ten years since the two of you graduated from Stanford. But when he did pop into your mind, it was almost always at the most random of times, triggered by a memory. The smell of a particular flavor of vodka that you remembered drinking at his fraternity house, or if someone on the street passed with a distinct Texas accent. The years had dulled your impression of him, coated him in a sepia film in your memory that automatically paired Jake Seresin with dickwad.

Maybe, just maybe, you had been wrong. Or perhaps he had done what you had tried to do.

Had he actually, fundamentally, changed for the better?

“I’m going to shower,” you said, hooking one finger over your shoulder.

“I’ll be here,” Jake said, looking around the studio apartment. The warm water helped wake you up, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t shake the way Jake had looked when he said he had changed from your mind. There was something there that he had never embodied before. At least, not the Jake you had known.

You turned off the tap, wrapping up in a white towel and sitting down on the edge of the tub, grabbing your phone and dialing a phone number you hadn’t touched in ages.

She picked up on the third ring. “Hello?”

“Suze,” you said, smiling.

On the other end of the line, Suzannah whopped. “Ellie! Oh my God, it’s been forever! How are you?”

“I’m good,” you whispered, trying not to be too loud. “Listen, I have a question for you.”

“Everything OK?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. I, um, Jake Seresin called me.”

There was a pause. Then, “Why?”

You sighed. “He, um, he asked to stay with me. Guess he was stuck at the airport with the storm that’s coming in.”

Suzannah wasn’t one to stay quiet for long. She had an opinion about everything, from the color of your nails to the best way to load a dishwasher to why Santorini is only for tourists. So silence from Suzannah was telling.

“Suze?” you asked softly.

“I’m here,” she said after a moment. “What did you tell him?”

“He’s in my living room.”

“Where the hell are you?”

“The bathroom. Hiding.”

She laughed. “You fucking idiot.”

“Tell me why you guys broke up again.”

“Ellie,” she sighed. “You of all people know.”

You did. Jake had slept with not one but two of Suzannah’s sorority sisters while the two of them were on a break. But break in the Ross and Rachel definition of break. As in the two of them had parted ways for no more than three days before Jake had fucked the other girls.

“Why’d you call, Finn?” she asked. “You already made the decision to let him in, obviously. So what are you looking for me to answer?”

“Do you think people can change?” you asked.

“Yeah, I do,” she replied. “By people do you mean Jake?”

“Maybe.”

Suzannah sighed. “You’re smart, Finn. Always have been. But you don’t trust people and that’s your fatal flaw. To answer your question, yes, I think Jake always had the ability to change. I don’t date losers, babe, you know that. Even back then.”

I laughed lightly. “God, I miss you Suze.”

“Call more,” she said. “And not just because you’re hiding in your bathroom from my ex-boyfriend.”

“I feel like I’m twenty two again,” you replied. “Afraid to come out of the bathroom because you and Jake were fucking on the couch.”

“Sorry about that.” She didn’t sound sorry at all. “You need to go or else he’s going to think you have IBS or something.” Another pause. “Tell me something Finn, and don’t lie to me.”

You sucked in a breath. With Suzannah, you never knew where the conversation was going to go. “OK?”

“Is he still hot?”

You let out a snort. “Yes. Unfortunately.”

“That’s what I thought. Damn men for just getting better with age while I look like a sickly Victorian child at the ripe age of twenty nine. Anyways, I love you, call me when you’re no longer a fugitive in your own home.”

“Love you too, Suze.” You ended the call, shivering in the thin towel. When you realized you had left a change of clothes in the main part of the apartment instead of bringing something to the bathroom, you groaned.

Whipping open the door, you scampered down the long wooden hallway, shivering in the cold, rounding the corner on your tiptoes. Something hard hit you as your eyes were turned downward toward the floor. A solid mass smashed against your front and before you realized, you were falling to the ground, a small shriek echoing through the walls of your apartment as you and Jake tumbled to the floor in a heap of limbs, his fingers grasping for purchase on whatever he could.

Which just happened to be on your bare ass where your towel rode up.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed as the two of you smacked against the floor, your heads thankfully bouncing lightly against the cream colored rug to your left.

Your eyes flew open as something heavy rolled over you, your knee pressing up into Jake’s crotch instinctively as his fingers touched your bare ass.

“Oh my God!” Jake groaned, rolling over you as quickly as he had rolled on top, curling into a ball, hands cradling his crotch.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” you shrieked, kneeling next to him, gripping the towel around you with one hand, the other hovering over his pained body. “Did I get you?”

Jake moaned, nodding his head. “Yeah, Finn, you got me.”

You sat back on your heels. “Well you touched my ass so I think we’re even.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, rolling onto his side. “Not even close, babe.”

“Don’t babe me,” you said, standing up, making sure to keep your legs closed under the short towel. “You’re fine.”

Jake grunted, pushing himself to sit as you rifled through the dresser, pulling out a pair of jeans and a tight henley bodysuit. You brushed past him on your way back to the bathroom to change and Jake’s hand reached out, fingers circling your ankle. You gasped, looking down at him. He smirked. “It’s a nice ass.”

“Oh fuck off, Seresin,” you muttered, tugging your ankle from his grip as he chuckled. “Your balls aren’t even sore are they?” you called down the hall.

“Oh, they are!”

“Dick,” you whispered to yourself, shutting the door.

***

“Finn?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I turn the TV on?”

You scowled. “What happened to independent reading time, Seresin?”

After towelgate, you had emerged into the living room with a plan. To make time go faster, you and Jake would divide the day like elementary school. Breakfast coffee followed by gym class, per Jake’s suggestion, independent reading and a late lunch.

“And what the hell are we supposed to do for gym class when there’s a blizzard outside?” you asked.

Jake shrugged. “Yoga?”

The two of you had struggled through a yoga video that you screencast on your TV, and after Jake had obviously been staring at your ass in downward facing dog you smacked him on the arm.

But an hour into reading and Jake was already calling it quits.

He put his book, a worn copy of Wuthering Heights from your bookshelf, off to the side, kicking up his feet onto the coffee table. “Let’s play a game.”

“Game time isn’t for an hour,” you replied, never taking your eyes off of your book, a new thriller by Ruth Ware. “God, are you sure you have a job? How do you focus on any work?”

“I bounce around a lot,” he said.

“Bounce around jobs a lot?”

“Bounce around projects,” Jake clarified.

You looked up, eyebrows raised. “What are you, a drug dealer?”

“Finn.”

“What?” you asked, eyes flicking back to your book. “You never were great in school.”

“Hey,” Jake cried. “I wasn’t great at Sawyer’s fiction seminar. Doesn’t mean I flunked out of any other class.”

“You flunked out of Sawyer’s fiction?” You laughed. “God, that’s bad.”

“It’s been nine years,” Jake said. “Can’t you let little things go?”

“Nope,” you said, putting your book down. Outside, the snow had slowed so you could finally see through the opaque wall of flurries. “Fine, since you can’t sit still, why don’t you go to the bodega.”

Jake frowned. “What do you need there?”

“You’re kidding, right?”

Jake looked around before turning back to face you, eyebrows raised. “A hammer?”

“What the fuck would I need a hammer for?”

“Why are you sending me to the hardware store during a snowstorm?”

You bent in half laughing. “Wait, are you telling me you think a bodega is a hardware store?”

“Well isn’t it?”

“No,” you said, wiping under one eye. “It’s a fucking corner store. Bread, soda, beer. Chopped cheese. Midnight cigarettes.”

“You don’t still smoke, do you?” he asked.

“No, not anymore.”

“Me neither.”

You shook your head, standing up and grabbing your purse, pulling out a card. “Here, take this.”

“No way.” Jake stood, pushing the gold Amex away from him. “I got this.”

“Fine,” you said, sliding the card back into your wallet. “I don’t know, get us stuff to last another two days. Some pasta, maybe. Fruit so we don’t get scurvy.”

“Scurvy in two days,” Jake muttered to himself, shrugging on a jacket, “that’s new information.”

“Vodka,” you said. “And limes. I’m going to need to be drunk to deal with another day of being with you.”

Jake turned toward the door, shaking his head. “Aren’t you a delight, Finn.”

You tried to read while Jake was gone but every little sound in the hallway would make you look up. Finally, after five or so times of that happening, you gave up, setting the book down and sitting on the windowsill overlooking Fifth Ave.

He was gone for a suspiciously long time. So long that at one point you almost pulled out your phone to call him, convinced he had gotten lost, when the doorbell rang. A minute later, you tugged open the door.

Jake was covered in melted snow, huffing and puffing. He had two bags in each hand, and a bouquet of flowers under one arm. You frowned. “Flowers?”

He stepped inside, tracking muddy water into the foyer of the apartment and you grimaced. “For you,” he said and your heart skipped a beat. Jake set down the bags, holding out the bouquet of white roses. “For letting me stay.”

“Jake,” you whispered.

He smiled. “Just take them, Finn,” he said softly. “For once in your life, let me do something for you.”

“Fine,” you replied, taking the flowers and pressing them to your nose. They smelled clean and soft and you couldn’t remember the last time a guy had bought you flowers. You headed down the hall toward the kitchen. “Shoes off, Seresin. Stop tracking mud everywhere.”

“I know,” Jake said and he was close, so close behind you that you could feel his breath on your exposed shoulder. “I’m getting something to wipe it up.”

He reached around your body, grabbing a few paper towels from the dispenser on the counter to your right, his chest brushing against your back before he pulled away. When he did, a rush of cold air hugged you tightly, reinforcing the fact that Jake was gone.

Once all of the groceries were unpacked, you and Jake were settled at the dining room table eating two bodega sandwiches.

“You’re like a kid who was left alone for the weekend, do you know that?”

Jake looped up from his bacon egg and cheese. “What makes you say that?”

“The groceries, Jake,” you replied. “Ice cream, cookie dough, Doritos, mac n cheese boxes? Seriously?”

“I got fruit like you asked,” he said, taking the last bite of his sandwich and wiping his mouth with a cloth napkin. “Besides, it’s a snowstorm. Don’t we get a free pass?”

“Free pass for what?”

Jake stood, clearing his plate and your empty one. He smirked. “A free pass to do whatever we want, Ella. Whatever you wouldn’t normally do. Nothing is off the table.”

“I can think of a few things that are.”

***

Jake was better behaved with a full stomach. The two of you wrapped up reading time, and even played a game of Monopoly that you had found buried in your closet. Before long, it started to get dark, the sun sliding below the buildings until the sky was just a dark blanket peppered by the continuous snow.

You flicked the news on. “More snow is expected to fall across parts of Manhattan and the wider Tristate tonight,” the newscaster said. “We could see up to another six inches overnight.”

“Fuck,” you muttered, turning it off as Jake returned with two glasses. He handed one to you. “What is this?”

“Vodka tonic,” he replied and you took a sip. “Since I know you’re trying to get me liquored up so I’ll have to sleep with you.”

You sputtered, vodka spraying out of your mouth as Jake cackled, settling down onto the couch next to you.

“Easy there,” he said, patting your knee, squeezing gently as you wiped at your mouth.

“I think of the two of us, you’re the one that’s easy to get into bed, Seresin,” you murmured. His hand was still resting on your thigh.

“Maybe so,” Jake said, his eyes never leaving yours. “The couch isn’t too comfortable, you were right.”

“You’re not sleeping on the bed with me.”

“What if I beg?”

“Is that your kink? You want to have to beg for sex?”

Jake leaned back, taking a sip of his drink, his hand still hot on your leg. “Sweetheart. I’ve never had to beg a day in my life.”

You crossed your legs, letting his hand slip off. “Never say never, Seresin.”

***

Somewhere between the third and fourth vodka soda was when things started to blur. Jake had brought the bottle out into the living room, along with a pack of tonic waters and a lime on a cutting board. At some point, you kicked off your slippers, tucking your feet up beneath you and Jake did the same, scooting closer on the couch, one arm stretched out over the tufted back.

You leaned forward, reaching for more vodka, sliding a little and Jake’s arm shot out, catching you around the middle, suspending you in midair so you didn’t fall.

Your faces were close together. He was basked in warm light from the candles on the mantle and the soft yellow lamp in the corner. He smelled good and cozy and for a second, you could almost forget that he was Jake Seresin. He was just a really attractive guy in your apartment looking at you like he never wanted to tear his eyes away.

“How on earth are you single, Finn?” Jake asked, his fingers tightening around my side. His green eyes were clear and wide.

You grabbed the vodka bottle, dumping some into my glass, and Jake finally released me. But his knee was pressed against my leg still, warm and inviting. “I don’t like dating,” you said. “Every guy is the same. He’s Midtown East and he has three cell phones or he lives in Fidi and he works twenty hours a day or God forbid he’s from Brooklyn and he wants me to take the L on the weekends. He’s an Upper West side dick whose mother will never approve of me. He’s an Upper East Side prick who would never look my way because I didn’t go to prep school. Or maybe he’s another Stanford alum, but even then I probably won't be good enough for him somehow.”

“How could you not be good enough?” Jake whispered.

“You overestimate me, Jake,” you replied. “And you overestimate the New York dating scene.”

“You’re smart,” he said. “Beautiful. Charming in a really dickish, sarcastic way.” You laughed, head tossed back and Jake’s fingers on the back of the couch tickled your neck. “The whole package, El. Always have been.”

“You didn’t like me in college, Seresin,” you replied. “What made you change your mind?”

“Who said I didn’t like you in college?”

“You did! The way you always gave me shit and how you always avoided me if we were waiting for Suzannah at the same time.”

Jake shook his head. “I didn’t hate you. I’ve never disliked you a day in my life, Ella.”

“Then what?” you asked. “Why were you always so weird?”

Jake paused. You watched his jaw tense. He set his cup down on a coaster on the table and stood up abruptly. “We need more liquor.”

You frowned. “What? No, we still have vodka left.”

“Then we need gin.”

“I have gin.”

“OK, tequila.”

“Jake, what are you doing?” But he was already down the hall, pulling on his jacket, sliding into his boots. You scrambled off the couch. “Jake, wait!” But he was gone, the door slamming shut behind him.

You stood in shock. What had just happened? After a few minutes, you tugged on a coat and a pair of boots, slipping your keys into your pocket. The hallway was dark and empty, no sign of Jake.

Five floors later, you emerged in the lobby. “Ella!” Gerry the doorman looked up from behind the desk. “How are you sweetheart?”

“Hi Gerry,” you said. “Did, um, did a guy rush out of here a few minutes ago?”

He nodded. “Tall, blond, looks like a total player?”

“Yeah, that’s him.”

“He took a left, toward the park,” Gerry said. “Be safe, sweetheart. He looks like he’d break your heart.”

“He’s just a friend.”

Gerry nodded knowingly. “Friend. OK, doll. You be safe out there, it’s cold as all hell.”

You smiled, bursting through the double glass doors, getting smacked in the face by a gust of air. It burrowed into your skin, freezing you whole and despite the heavy coat your teeth chattered as you took a hard left down Fifth. Washington Square Park was five blocks away, but no way Jake had already made it that far, right?

No one else was out. Who would be so stupid as to go outside at nearly midnight in the middle of the worst blizzard in two decades?

Apparently you. And Jake Seresin.

You scampered across the intersection, crossing tenth street, hurrying as the wind gusted from one side, threatening to toss you into the nonexistent traffic on the avenue going downtown toward the park.

Up ahead, you spotted the familiar Washington Arch that stood at the northern part of the park. Snowflakes dotted your eyelashes and you blinked, pressing them away into liquid, before opening your eyes wide, spotting a familiar head bobbing down the sidewalk. “Jake!” you called out, your voice getting picked up and carried away in the wind. “Jake!”

Beneath your body, your feet scrambled along, pushing you closer.

“Jake!”

The man in the distance stopped and turned. The lights illuminating the arch highlighted him from behind. His jacket was too thin and as you approached you could see it was damp from snow, his hair sticking to his drawn face.

“Seresin,” you said, stepping closer until the two of you were only a few feet apart. “What the fuck? You’re like a shit baby daddy, going out for diapers and never coming back.”

“Get it all out,” he said. “Whatever you think of me, Ella. It’s time to air the dirty laundry.”

You frowned. “What are you talking about? I don’t understand what’s happening. One second we’re drunk and laughing and the next second you’re fucking running away and forcing me to chase you through a goddamn blizzard.”

“You didn’t have to chase me.”

“You left,” you said quietly. “What did you expect me to do?”

“Let me leave,” Jake said. “If you think I’m such a bad person, what do you care if I stay or not?”

“The real question is why did you hate me so much,” you whispered. “Back in the apartment. I asked why you hated me so much back then. And instead of answering, you made up some bullshit excuse about needing tequila. So answer, Jake. Or I’ll let you turn into an ice sculpture and I’ll sell you to 230 Fifth and their stupid fucking igloo bar as decoration.”

“I don’t hate you, Ella,” Jake said, stepping closer. Even drenched in snow he was warm. A furnace. “I never hated you.”

“So what was it then?” you demanded. “A Mr. Darcy thing? You ignored me and shut me out and gave me shit because you loved me?”

“Maybe.”

“What?” Stunned silence surrounded the two of you. If it was even possible, the snowflakes fell slower. As if they were suspended in the air. It was just you and Jake in the middle of Fifth Avenue in a snowglobe. You looked up at him, eyes wide.

“Did you ever think, Ella, that maybe I called you for a reason?” Jake asked quietly. “That maybe, just maybe, I spent eight years wondering about what had happened to the one girl who had seen me for who I really was and never let me get away with it? That maybe, just maybe, I took your feedback to heart and tried to change. And now I’m ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“For this,” Jake said, closing the distance between the two of you and sliding one hand around your neck, tipping your head back, bending down to press his lips to yours.

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cool-fancier · 8 months ago

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A Stirring Connection

Synopsis:In a cozy café, Y/N's daily routine is infused with unexpected encounters and the aroma of brewing romance with barista Jennie, leading to a captivating fairground date.

Word Count:2.4K

Requested by anonymous

The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans filled the air as you stepped into the quaint little café on the corner of Maple Street. It was a bustling morning, with people coming and going, their voices blending together in a symphony of laughter and chatter.

You made your way to the counter, where a cheerful barista with a bright smile greeted you. Her name tag read "Jennie," and her eyes sparkled with warmth and friendliness as she took your order.

"Good morning! What can I get for you today?" Jennie asked, her voice as smooth as velvet.

You glanced up at the menu board, scanning the array of options before settling on your usual. "I'll have a caramel latte, please," you said, flashing her a polite smile.

Jennie nodded, her fingers flying over the espresso machine with practiced ease as she expertly prepared your drink. As you watched her work, you couldn't help but admire the way she moved – with grace and precision, as if each movement was a carefully choreographed dance.

Before long, your drink was ready, and Jennie handed it to you with a smile. "Here you go! One caramel latte, just the way you like it," she said, her eyes sparkling with pride.

You thanked her and took a sip, savoring the rich, creamy flavor as it danced across your taste buds. It was perfect, just as you had come to expect from this little café.

As you made your way to a table near the window, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something special about Jennie – something that set her apart from the other baristas you had encountered in your daily routine. There was a warmth and sincerity in her smile that made you feel instantly at ease, as if you had known her for years instead of mere minutes.

Lost in your thoughts, you barely noticed the arrival of another customer at the counter – a young woman with a mischievous twinkle in her eye and a playful grin on her lips. She leaned against the counter, her gaze fixed on Jennie with an intensity that caught you off guard.

"Hey, Jennie," the woman said, her voice teasing. "Got a minute?"

Jennie glanced up from her work, her smile widening at the sight of the newcomer. "Hey, Jisoo! What can I do for you?" she asked, her tone warm and welcoming.

Jisoo shrugged nonchalantly, her eyes never leaving Jennie's face. "Just thought I'd drop by and say hi. And maybe grab a coffee while I'm at it," she said, flashing Jennie a playful grin.

Jennie laughed, her laughter like music to your ears as she reached for a cup. "Coming right up! What'll it be today?"

As you watched the two of them banter back and forth, a pang of jealousy shot through you like a bolt of lightning. You couldn't explain it – after all, you had only just met Jennie – but something about the easy camaraderie between her and Jisoo made you feel oddly possessive.

Shaking off the feeling, you turned your attention back to your drink, taking another sip as you tried to push the irrational thoughts from your mind. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something between Jennie and Jisoo – something more than just friendship.

Little did you know, this chance encounter would be the beginning of a journey that would change your life in ways you never thought possible.

— — — — — — —

The weeks passed in a blur of coffee dates and stolen glances, each encounter with Jennie leaving you more captivated than the last. But as much as you enjoyed your time together, there was a nagging sense of unease that lingered in the back of your mind – the feeling that you were teetering on the edge of something monumental, yet unsure of how to take the next step.

It was during one particularly busy afternoon at the café that things began to change. You were seated at your usual table near the window, nursing your usual caramel latte, when you noticed a familiar face enter the café – none other than Jennie's best friend, Jisoo.

Jisoo made her way to the counter, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on you. A mischievous twinkle danced in her eyes as she sauntered over to your table, a playful grin tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is," she said, her voice teasing.

You couldn't help but smile at her playful demeanor. "Hey, Jisoo. What brings you here today?" you asked, gesturing for her to take a seat.

Jisoo shrugged nonchalantly, her eyes flickering over to where Jennie stood behind the counter. "Oh, you know. Just thought I'd drop by and say hi. And maybe grab a coffee while I'm at it," she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

You chuckled at her playful antics, but couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more behind her visit. "So, how's it going?" you asked, trying to keep the conversation light.

Jisoo shrugged again, a sly smile playing at her lips. "Oh, you know. Same old, same old. Just trying to keep Jennie on her toes," she said, her voice filled with mischief.

You raised an eyebrow inquisitively, sensing that there was more to her words than met the eye. "What do you mean?" you asked, unable to contain your curiosity.

Jisoo leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Let's just say, I've noticed the way you two look at each other. And I think it's high time someone did something about it," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Your heart skipped a beat at her words, a rush of excitement coursing through you at the possibility of what she was suggesting. "What do you mean?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jisoo grinned knowingly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I mean, it's obvious that you're into Jennie. And I think she's into you too. So why don't you ask her out already?" she said, her voice filled with playful encouragement.

You felt a flush of warmth spread across your cheeks at the suggestion, your heart pounding in your chest at the thought of taking things to the next level with Jennie. But despite your excitement, there was still a lingering sense of doubt that held you back.

"I don't know, Jisoo. What if she doesn't feel the same way? What if I make a fool of myself?" you asked, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

Jisoo's expression softened, a look of understanding passing between you. "Look, I can't promise you that everything will work out perfectly. But I do know one thing – you'll never know unless you try," she said, her voice gentle but firm.

And with those words ringing in your ears, you made a decision – a decision to take a chance on love, no matter what the outcome may be.

— — — — — — —

The weeks passed with you growing increasingly fond of Jennie. Each visit to the café felt like a small adventure, filled with witty banter and stolen glances. But despite the budding connection between you, there was an unspoken tension lingering in the air, a silent question waiting to be answered.

Jisoo, Jennie's best friend, seemed to have noticed the spark between you and Jennie. She often teased Jennie about her crush on a certain customer, sending knowing looks in your direction whenever you came in.

One day, as you sat at your usual table, Jisoo approached with a mischievous glint in her eye. "So, Y/N, have you asked Jennie out yet?" she asked, her voice filled with playful teasing.

You felt a flush creep up your cheeks at her bold question, but you couldn't deny the truth of her words. "Um, not yet. I'm still working up the courage," you admitted, your voice tinged with nervousness.

Jisoo grinned, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, you better hurry up before someone else snatches her up," she teased, her tone light but filled with meaning.

You chuckled nervously at her words, feeling a surge of determination welling up inside you. Maybe it was time to take a chance, to see if there was something more between you and Jennie.

The next time you visited the café, you made a decision. Today was the day you would finally ask Jennie out on a date. With a determined resolve, you approached the counter where Jennie was working, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Hey, Jennie. Can I talk to you for a moment?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the nerves coursing through you.

Jennie looked up from her task, a warm smile lighting up her face. "Of course, Y/N. What's on your mind?" she replied, her tone gentle and inviting.

You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before speaking. "Well, um... I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me sometime. Like, on a date?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jennie's eyes widened in surprise at your words, her cheeks flushing pink at your confession. "Oh, wow. I... I don't know what to say," she stammered, clearly caught off guard by your boldness.

You felt a pang of anxiety grip your chest at her hesitation, fearing that you had overstepped your bounds. But then, to your relief, a slow smile spread across Jennie's face, her eyes sparkling with warmth.

"I would love to go out with you," she said, her voice soft but sincere. "I've been hoping you'd ask me."

A rush of relief flooded through you at her words, a weight lifting from your shoulders as you realized that she felt the same way. "Really? You mean it?" you asked, unable to contain your excitement.

Jennie nodded, her smile growing wider by the second. "Of course I mean it. I've been waiting for you to make a move," she replied, her voice filled with playful teasing.

You couldn't help but laugh at her words, feeling a surge of happiness bubbling up inside you at the thought of what was to come. "Well, in that case, how about we go out this Friday? There's a local fair in town, and I thought it might be fun," you suggested, your heart racing with anticipation.

Jennie's eyes lit up at the suggestion, her excitement mirroring your own. "That sounds perfect. I can't wait," she said, her voice filled with genuine enthusiasm.

And with that, the two of you made plans for your upcoming date, your hearts brimming with excitement and anticipation. As you left the café that day, a sense of joy washed over you, knowing that you had taken a chance on love and that, just maybe, it had paid off.

— — — — — — —

Friday evening arrived with a sense of anticipation hanging in the air. You stood outside the entrance to the fairgrounds, your heart pounding in your chest as you waited for Jennie to arrive. It felt like an eternity before you caught sight of her approaching, a smile spreading across your face at the sight of her.

"Hey there, stranger," she said, her voice warm and inviting as she reached your side. "Sorry I'm late. Traffic was a nightmare."

You shook your head, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Don't worry about it. I'm just glad you're here," you replied, your voice filled with genuine affection.

Jennie smiled back, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she took in the sights and sounds of the fairgrounds. "So, what's first on the agenda?" she asked, her voice filled with anticipation.

You grinned, feeling a rush of adrenaline coursing through you at the thought of spending the evening with her. "Well, I thought we could start with a ride on the Ferris wheel. It has the best view of the city," you suggested, gesturing towards the towering attraction in the distance.

Jennie's eyes lit up at the suggestion, her excitement palpable. "That sounds amazing. Let's go!" she exclaimed, taking your hand in hers as the two of you made your way towards the ride.

— — — — — — —

As you and Jennie continued your date, exploring the various attractions at the fair, you found yourself lost in the magic of the moment. The air was filled with the sound of laughter and the scent of cotton candy, and for once, all of your worries seemed to fade away.

As the evening wore on, you found yourselves drawn closer together, your hands brushing against each other's as you navigated the crowded pathways. There was an undeniable electricity between you, a magnetic pull that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.

And then, as the night sky was painted with a myriad of colors from the fireworks display, Jennie turned to you with a serious expression, her eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

"You want me?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, the weight of her words sinking in.

Jennie giggled at your bewildered expression, her laughter like music to your ears. "That's what I'm saying," she replied, her tone light but sincere.

You paused for a moment, the warmth of her gaze washing over you like a gentle wave. "How... But... What did I do?" you stammered, your mind racing with confusion.

Jennie shrugged nonchalantly, a playful twinkle in her eye. "I don't know," she said. "I just think that we'd be a good us."

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you gazed at her, a rush of emotion swelling in your chest. "We'd be a wonderful us," you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.

And then, without another word, you leaned in to press a tender kiss to Jennie's lips, the world falling away around you as you lost yourself in the sweetness of the moment. It felt like an eternity before you finally pulled away, a shy smile playing at the corners of your lips as you gazed into Jennie's eyes.

"Wow," Jennie whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "That was... amazing."

You nodded, feeling a rush of warmth spread through you at the sight of her smile. "Yeah, it was," you replied, your voice filled with genuine affection.

And as the two of you continued your date, sharing laughs and creating memories together, you knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey together. And as you walked hand in hand through the fairgrounds, your heart overflowing with love and happiness, you knew that no matter what the future held, as long as you had each other, you would always be happy.

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