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caashmoneynae · 1 year ago

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QUICKIE.

METHOD MAN x BLACK!FEM!PLUS-SIZED!OC

SUMMARY: in which Clifford wants a quickie before Teja goes out with her friends. ✨

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"𝗝𝗔𝗭, 𝗜'𝗠 𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡' 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗦 𝗪𝗘 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗞. 𝗜'𝗗 𝗕𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗬 𝗗𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗜𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗣 𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡' 𝗠𝗘." Teja chuckled, adjusting her breasts in her black spaghetti-strap body-con dress, as Jazmyn giggled and Teja playfully rolled her eyes at her as if she could see her, pushing her brown silk-pressed hair behind her shoulder while she took in her appearance.

(A/N: pronounced 'TEA•JUH')

Teja's hair was styled in a classic side part as it flowed down her back and stopped in the middle of it, a gold 'T' necklace sitting around her neck while two medium-sized gold hoops rested in her ears. her wrist held a gold bracelet that her boyfriend Clifford had given her for her birthday last month and her left ankle held a golden anklet with a heart on it while her lips were glossy and sparkling with lipgloss and she ran her fingers down her dress to smooth out the ruffles in it, her slightly chubby fingers running over her pudgy stomach while she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror.

plus-sized or not, she looked good, and not even a hating ho could deny that.

"i'm sorry, T, i'm just so excited! i can't wait to go out and celebrate this promotion, i'ma get lit as fuck." Jazmyn smiled as Teja chuckled and gripped the hem of her dress, pulling it down a bit so it wouldn't expose her goodies.

"trust me, i know that feelin'. now can i get off the phone and finish gettin' ready?" Teja asked, raising a brow at the house phone, as she rested her hands on her hips and heard shuffling before hearing Jazmyn's voice.

"don't get smart with me, girl. but yes, you can. see you at the club, T!" Jazmyn exclaimed, enthusiasm in her voice, as Teja smiled at hearing how giddy she was and she let out a soft chuckle.

"see you at the club, Jaz." the call soon ended after this, and Teja's eyes scanned her appearance for a second time, taking in her glowy skin and laid hair while a small smile crept onto her face.

"man, i look too good." as if on cue with her soft words of praise, Clifford popped up at the doorway of the bathroom, and Teja looked over at him as she watched his brown eyes wander down her body.

"what you all dressed up for?" Clifford asked, running his tongue over his lips, as he leaned down to her and gave her a kiss, wiping her lipgloss off of his mouth while Teja smiled at him.

"my girl Jaz got a promotion at her job today and she wants me and the rest of the girls to go out with her tonight," Teja explained, a smile on her face, as Clifford slipped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands resting against her pudge while he kissed the side of her neck, "Cliff— uh-uh, baby, no. we not 'bout to do this right now."

one thing about Clifford, if he was in the mood, you'd know it. the first thing he'd do is kiss your neck, and he knew that was one of Teja's weaknesses, so he always used it to his advantage.

"you look too good for me to let you leave without diggin' you out first," Clifford smirked lowly, making Teja playfully roll her eyes, as Teja felt his hands caress her thighs and his lips inched up to earlobe, "let me just stick the tip in."

"you know damn well you ain't never gave me just the tip," Teja laughed, earning a chuckle from Clifford, as the male gently kissed her earlobe and Teja shivered at the contact, "you make it so hard to resist you, boy."

"good. that means i'm doin' a good job," Clifford chuckled, kissing the side of her face, as Teja giggled and rested her hands on top of hers, "just gimme a few minutes and i'll let you leave."

"a few minutes, Cliff?" Teja asked, emphasizing the word "few", as she felt Clifford's hands slide underneath her dress and she bit down on her bottom lip, her back pressed up against his broad chest while he peppered kisses on her shoulder.

"a few minutes, shorty."

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"o-ohhh, shit! yes, yes, yesssss!" Teja cried, her left leg resting on Clifford's shoulder and her anklet grazing his earlobe, as her eyes rolled back so far that her irises were no longer visible and Clifford peppered kisses on the side of her neck, marking her with a few hickeys while he continued to slam his hips into hers.

to be blunt, this was their fourth round, and it had been almost an hour since they first started, but Teja was unaware of this. it's safe to say that Teja was right to be hesitant in accepting Clifford's "few minutes" of pleasure.

"oh, God, you feel s-so good, baby!" Teja moaned loudly, tightly gripping and scratching up his back, as Clifford smirked slyly and let out a low groan of pleasurable pain at feeling her nails dig into his back, his lips inching up to her earlobe while he gently tugged at it with his teeth.

"you sound so pretty when you moan for me like that, shorty," Clifford mumbled raspily in her ear as Teja's jaw slightly dropped at hearing his husky tone and her legs subconsciously spread wider, "i'm makin' that pussy feel good, huh, gorgeous?"

"y-yes! o-oh, my— ooooh, shit!" Teja squealed, her knee grazing her shoulder, as Teja's brows furrowed at his tip slamming into her spot and she suddenly slapped at his back, "right there!"

"right here, ma? huh? i hit that spot?" Clifford smirked, purposely aiming his hips to hit her erogenous zone, as Teja's eyes rolled back and she held onto the male tightly, high-pitched moans and cries leaving her lips while her nails dug deeper into his back and left behind battle scars.

"y-yes! oh, yes! aw, shit, i'm 'bout to cum, baby!" Teja announced, her legs beginning to shake, as Clifford kept his pace the same and continued to thrust her spot, causing her climax to come crashing down almost immediately after her outburst.

her juices cascaded down her inner thighs and Clifford's shaft as it coated the sheets, drenching them in her arousal while her man continued to fuck her through her orgasm. his strokes gradually decreased in speed and Teja whimpered feebly at the change in pace before weakly slapping Clifford's shoulder, making him chuckle.

"nigga, you only said a few minutes." Teja whined, her voice raspy and her throat sore, as Clifford let out a soft laugh and looked down at her, resting his forehead on top of hers before kissing her lips.

"You shoulda' knew I was lyin', baby, this pussy too good to only be in it fa' a few minutes."

#Spotify #90s #90s icons #90s men #x black fem reader #x black reader #black girl beauty #smut #x reader #method man #plus sized #black stories #black culture #beautiful black women #black love #black community #black people #wu tang clan

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writersundersiege · 10 months ago

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The New Girl in Town: Part 2

Rafe Cameron x F! Reader

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Warnings: Drug use implied, talks of stalking,

Summary: It’s been a week since Rafe has seen you and he’s craving just a moment with literally anyone in your family. What will happen when all in the same moment he’s granted the opportunity of your phone number and some time spent with your mom and a mysterious friend from home? Can he change the towns talk to those who are close to you before they decide who he is? Or will Rafe need to fight harder to really become a better citizen in the community for you to take notice?

It’s been a week since Rafe watched you disappear in the car with Jason, your loud music and your lively spirit trailing behind you. Every day, Rafe has been bugging Topper to come back over, and every day, it’s another excuse of “My mom wants me to mow the yard” or “Sarah asked me to help with the fundraiser happening at the county club” an endless amount of excuses.

Honestly, it’s gotten to the point where Rafe asks Sarah himself if she’s asking for Top's help, which is his last resort since conversations with her are always aggravating when she says that she indeed was pestering Topper with plans for the beginning of summer family fundraisers for families in need of new summer clothes and essentials. During this whole conversation, Rafe is getting more annoyed, trying to think about when he’ll be able to make the sly move of asking your dad and brother to golf or really anything to get to know you more before he makes the actual moves on you.

Here is the thing about Rafe: he has a reputation on this island for being a problem child, a loose cannon-rich boy who doesn’t care about anyone but Rafe and his best interest, but somehow, the second he sees you, it’s like a switch clicked. He knew you were the only other thing he may ever care about like this.

You seem so bright despite the horrible thing he’s heard you recently endured; he doesn’t want to see anyone else break that light from you. Another thing about Rafe is that he doesn’t like things he admires ruined, and he admires a lot about you.

At the end of the grueling conversation with Sarah, she asks, “Will you come to help us then?” he gets frustrated, shaking his head and walking to the front door to go to Barry’s for a bit and see if maybe getting something will clear his mind “No Sarah I don’t want to help with some stupid Pouge’s getting summer clothes if they want them they should work harder to get it themselves just like we have and I’m not playing along with your dumb im a philanthropist act” slamming the door behind himself hopping on his bike and peeling off.

Unfortunately, Rafe's undoing was that you were the one who suggested the clothes drive for this year's country club summer service act. At this very moment, Sarah was finalizing plans for that night to be able to distribute clothes to people along the cut with younger kids and some of the teens who are struggling to get new stuff with how prices are.

Sarah shakes her head, reflecting on the infuriating conversation with Rafe, trying to understand why her brother must always be so aggressive with everything. She notices her phone buzzing on her vanity, runs over, and picks it up, not even looking, saying, “Helloooo!” She hears your slight laugh through the phone

“Hey Cameron, I was just calling to tell you everything is ready to go here at the Country Club. Mom and I just finished organizing boxes based on size, and it was a great turnout. Thank you so much for those men, small and medium. Mom was panicking. We wouldn’t have enough of Jason and Dad’s nice shirts to spare.” Sarah agrees, saying, “It was no problem at all. Rafe never cleans his clothes bins from the garage, so he had many things to give things he probably won’t even remember he owns them.” You laugh over the other end of the line. Which unintentionally makes Sarah smile. “Jaz and Rafe sound like two peas in a pod. Maybe we should get them together sometime, although the combination may be a recipe for disaster.” this makes Sarah laugh, and she shakes her head, saying, “Surely it would. The loose cannon and goofball sound like a mess and kinda like that one film you showed me and topper of the two guys making a mess of things.”

Sarah hears you laugh so physically loud through the phone she’s laughing with you; it seems so contagious. “Abbott and Costello,” you say through giggles. “They were my Pop Pops favorite comedians. I have to show you, Laurel and Hardy. That is more so Rafe and Jason, two bafoons who are completely oblivious.” Sarah laughs, humming in agreement with you, not knowing what you are talking about but knowing there is always something new and exciting you're teaching her that she’s never heard of.

All of a sudden, she hears you clearing your throat “You still there, Cameron?” she sits up, realizing she is completely zoned out thinking about the times she’s spent with you and your family, and everything about you guys seems new and exciting, she says, “Yeah, sorry just getting ready to head your way” You hum something small and then turn to something behind the other end of the phone “Alright see you here soon Sarah and Oh—don’t worry about bringing any more volunteers my friend from home made a surprise stop to help me settle before he’s off to Costa Rica for a month so he picked up the spot” Sarah smiled and told you she sees you soon and hung up.

As Sarah prepares to spend her entire evening with you, enjoying your welcoming presence. Rafe sits across from Barry at a small pit fire beside his camper, doing a few lines complaining about everything going on, like Ward paying no mind to him, Sarah playing goodie two shoes to the whole island, Topper following her around like a dog, and most of all he can’t seem to find you or your family anywhere.

For the past week, Rafe has been going places like the market, even the one closer to the cut, to bump into either of your parents; he went to the library twice, hoping he’d maybe see your brother since he remembers he’s in college. Lastly, every day at sun up and sun down, since the day after you left for the ocean, he’s gone to the beach to check for you in the waves. On multiple occasions, he could swear he saw you riding a wave, laughing like you always are (H/T) sticking to your neck and face as some fly behind and around you in the wind and (E/C) squinting as you look forward and balance. In the next second, he blinks, and you're gone like a ghost haunting him, but he never knows if it’s truly there.

Barry sits and listens to Rafe talk about you and the previous time you met and how he’s trying to see you again when he finally cuts him off. “You’re telling me you’ve been on a lowkey stalk fest for days but haven’t even talked to the girl.” Rafe stands looking at him over the fire. As he starts talking, he paces back and forth. “I’ve spoken to her, you fucking idiot, just not enough. I want to make a good impression with her family in hopes-“ Barry chuckles at this part. That’s when Rafe's eyes snap to him, looking enraged enough to jump over the fire at him.

“Chill, Country Club. I find it amusing that you don’t want to smash and pass along with this one; that’s you’re usual motto there, pretty boy. so what makes this girl so different?” Barry is leaning forward, studying the boy across from him. Rafe shakes his head, sitting down and looking at his feet, saying, “You haven’t seen her.”

Suddenly, Rafe's phone rings; an unknown number calling. And he was just about to decline but thinks better of it just in case, by the grace of some god looking over him, it’s you. When he raises the phone to his ear, he hears the slightest sniffle. With his lower tambur, he says, “Hello, who’s this?” he hears what he assumes is a girl's voice clear her throat and then a shuffling of a phone and a man’s voice he knows but can’t place behind the other line “here honey let me do it sweetheart—“ and then the tone as clear as day comes to him as the man speaks.

“Yes, Hello Rafe. Is this Rafe Cameron?” Your dad Charlie was calling him, but why, how, and whose number were you calling him from? He immediately stands at the recognition. “ Yes, sir, this is he. What’s going on? Is (F/N) okay?” he asks in quick succession. Charlie chuckles and says, “Woah, slow down there, son; everybody’s fine (F/N) is not feeling well and needs to lay down, but she was leading the fundraiser, and she knew the only person she could call who’d be kind enough to show up is you” Rafe looks up at the sky cursing every constellation for him not fully listening to Sarah just this once to know it was you who was doing this the whole time, while saying “ I would miss it for the world, sir tell her she can count on me always” Charlie smiles behind the call knowing the implications Rafes makes “ I knew you would my boy I knew you would talk soon” and with that, your Dad hung up.

Rafe was scrambling to grab his bag and helmet, pulling some cash from his pocket and throwing it at Barry. “Thanks, I’ve got to go. Don’t ask.” catching the cash and pulling it from its money clip, Barry laughed and said, “Don’t worry, Country Club, I never did.”

Rafe paid no attention to this comment, though he was too busy strapping his helmet starting, and peeling off to the Country Club in the Upper side of Figure 8 to play a giving hero in hopes you’ll recognize his oh-so-generous and noble acts of community

Or maybe you won’t forget the chatter you hear around town about Rafe and his unfair and unrequited actions towards many before you, but he’s looking forward with hope for the first outcome to blossom into something bigger.

All rights belong to the owners of Netflix and the Outer Banks. I do not own any characters except the family. The fiction is simply for fun. All copyrights belong to the original owners.

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jazminrhode1 · 1 year ago

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Heyyyyy Jaz, I love your writing sm (I'm sure you hear that a lot). If you do have time can you plz plz write something where the reader has a crush on Matt but, he has a gf? Take it how you want tysm xx

If I Can’t Have You Matt Sturniolo x Reader One Shot

Summary: You’re friends with Matt, you have a crush on him but, he has a girlfriend.

Word Count: 1294 words

The hardest pill to swallow was that he wasn’t yours. Matt had started dating his girlfriend 6 months ago and you had slowly been distancing yourself. You felt horrible. He was happy and you couldn’t find it in yourself to be happy for him.

You had almost run out of excuses as to why you couldn’t come around anymore. You knew that made you a terrible friend but, your heart couldn’t stand seeing him with her.

She was perfect and perfect for him. She was funny, she was kind, she was beautiful, she was patient and she even liked Pokemon Go. If Matt had a list of traits that would make up his perfect girl, she checked all the boxes.

You wished there was something to hate about her. You wished you could find a reason to validate your feelings. There weren’t any. The truth was that you missed your shot. You had spent almost every day with him for the past 2 years and nothing ever happened between you. Not a longing glance, not a stolen kiss, nothing.

Chris had invited you to their birthday party. You wanted to say ‘no’ but, all your friends were going and it was surely going to be a lot of fun. You figured there would be enough people there to keep you from bumping into the happy couple and, if not, you could always hide in the bathroom.

As you walked upstairs with your besties in tow, you realized that there were way more people here than you had anticipated. A couple of people you knew, mostly people you didn’t - maybe this was going to be fun.

Nick pulled you into a hug at the top of the stairs. “When the fuck did I last see you?” he yelled over the music. He introduced you to a few of his friends - he was in his element.

“Hello, stranger,” Chris said as he walked towards you. “I nearly forgot that you existed,” he joked as he gave you a hug.

You scanned the room, as you always did, looking for Matt. You used to make a B-line toward him but, now you were hoping that he wasn’t there.

“Can I get you a drink or something?” Chris asked, gesturing to the fridge. You shook your head as you looked around.

Chris grabbed your shoulders with his hands and shook you gently. “What's going on? Will you try and have some fun?” he asked playfully. There were times he annoyed the shit out of you but, he had a softer side too.

He didn’t know how you felt about Matt, no one did. He initially thought you and Matt had a fight, then he thought you had a secret boyfriend you weren’t telling him about. Regardless, he missed you and whenever he did see you, he always felt like you didn’t want to be there. You didn’t but, it was never because of him.

“I am having fun,” you lied. “It’s your birthday. Go hang out with people, I'll be fine.”

Chris placed a friendly kiss on your cheek as he made his way over to Nate. You started to regret even coming. Who were you kidding? You were a fucking buzzkill. You considered sneaking out and getting an Uber home but, that would have been really shitty of you.

“Y/n”, she shrieked as she came around the corner hand in hand with Matt. Your heart jumped into your throat as you did your best to match her enthusiasm. She pulled you into a hug, “Oh my god, it’s so great to see you. I'm so glad you could make it.”

The worst part was that she really meant it and your attempt to return the sentiment flopped. You caught a second of confusion flash across Matt’s face before it was replaced with a smile.

You crossed your arms across your chest as you said, “Happy Birthday, Matt. This party's awesome.”

Matt’s eyebrows shot up, “Don’t I get a hug?” he asked, confused.

As he pulled you in you couldn’t ignore how awkward you were being. You tried to relax but, before you could, the hug was long over.

You tried to pull your shit together, today wasn’t about you. Today was about three of your best friends and you’d do good to remember that.

“Let’s cut the cake,” Nick said as everyone gathered around the table. Chris draped an arm around your shoulders as he squeezed in between you and Nick.

“I’m just so grateful that you’re all here to celebrate with us,” Chris said.

“Me too,” Matt chimed in as Nick nodded in agreement.

As Matt and his girlfriend stood next to you, you could feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of your head. “Everyone get in for a photo before we cut it,” Nick said as he set up the camera on a tripod.

Matt moved in closer, placing his hand on the small of your back. What once would have given you butterflies made you feel sick at that moment.

As time passed ever so slowly, you could see your bestie and Nate engrossed in conversation. You were pretty sure something was going on between them and if you were going to wait for her, you would be here all night.

You sent her a text to let her know that you were going home, grabbed your bag, and rushed down the stairs. You felt awful not saying goodbye, but you were sure they’d understand.

As you reached for the door, Chris appeared at the top of the stairs. “Y/n,” he yelled over the music, “are you leaving?”

“Sorry, I couldn’t find you,” you lied as he made his way down to you.

“It was great seeing you,” he said, “I’ve missed hanging out,”

You nodded sheepishly as you pulled him into a hug. “I’m so glad you’re in my life,” he said. Your heart lurched in your chest. You knew what he meant. Whatever was going on, he was still going to be your friend.

You kissed his cheek before sliding out the door and making your way to the corner. Your Uber was 5 minutes away and you just wanted to get out of there.

As you stood under the street light wishing you stayed home in bed, you heard footsteps coming up behind you. You knew exactly who it was and you didn’t want to turn around.

“Y/n,” Matt said as he finally made it to where you were standing, “You’re leaving?”

You turned to face him, forcing a smile, “I’ve had a headache all day that I just can’t seem to shake,” you lied. Well, it was partly true.

He buried his hands deep in his pocket as he rocked back on his heels. You stood in awkward silence for what felt like an eternity.

“I miss you,” he blurted out. “I don’t know what I did but, can we fix it? ‘Cause I would really like to be your friend again.”

That was all that you wanted. You felt awful that you let your feelings get in the way of your friendship with Matt. The thought of third wheeling with him and his girlfriend made you sick but, wasn’t it better than not seeing him at all?

“We are friends,” you replied. A smile spread across his face as he pulled you into a hug. Less awkward than before but, still not quite the same.

It hurt to think that you couldn’t be with him in the way that you wanted but, you knew deep down that you couldn’t live without him. If that meant breaking your own heart just to keep him in your life, that is what you were prepared to do.

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jaz-it-up · 1 month ago

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jeremyist avid au

listen here, right. avid has a running bit in his lore with jeremy the iron golem. and some of you may not have checked out the empiropedia zine (which you definitely should), but suffice it to say that i am that zine's jeremyism guy™.

"but jaz," you say, "what is jeremyism?"

it's a religion created by joel smallishbeans during the x life series. one of the main pillars of jeremyism is that the one true jeremy lives on through mobs.

so naturally, i had to envision a world where avidmc's character started off practicing jeremyism.

just picture it. imagine the sbk → avid adventures plotline with the added lens of avid feeling abandoned by the one true jeremy and reconsidering everything he held dear again and again. it's avid but with religious guilt on top of all the other levels of guilt. i wish i could put this into better words but i honestly don't even know how to define my own relationship with religion and i want to make a separate post with my thoughts about the functions of jeremyism in empires so you get this instead

#jaz.original #avidmc #jeremyism #this is so incoherent but please someone see my vision

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waywardxrhea · 2 months ago

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Part of Your World - George Weasley

Chapter 11

pairing: George Weasley x fem!Muggle!reader

installment list / previous chapter / next chapter

word count: 2,266

content: homesickness, budding friendship

“Dinner’s ready!” your mum called through the halls of the rental house the three of you were residing in, in upstate New York.

“Coming!” you called back through your closed door, continuing to write furiously in your journal before the idea you had gotten for a scene in your play slipped your mind. Tonight was one of the rare nights that you were home for dinner with your parents. Most other nights you were either at a friend’s flat in the city working on your play for school, or else working at the job you had gotten in Hell's Kitchen after a few months of school at the New York branch of your university.

Ever since your family moved from London to Poughkeepsie, every member of the family had kept busy with their own respective jobs and hobbies. Your dad was working at a top orthodontist office in the new town; your mum got a job giving voice lessons at the local youth club; and you were juggling university, a waitressing job, and occasionally playing your guitar at one of the local pubs where your parents performed as a duo since they had to leave their band behind back home. All in all, things were going great for the family!

“You’re really stuck on that one scene huh?” suddenly came your mother's voice behind you. You jumped in your seat, the lead of your mechanical pencil breaking as you applied too much pressure on it in your fright due to her quiet appearance behind you.

Letting out a heavy sigh, you slumped against the back of your chair and nodded, telling her, “Yeah… I just can’t seem to find the right words I want these characters to say. We have to have this finished before Christmas break so we can present it when we come back and then hope that it’s good enough to be performed in the black box for the spring play… We’re counting on it to do well…”

“But then even if it doesn’t, you still wrote a play! That’s definitely something to write home about!” your mum told you with a smile, massaging the tension out of your shoulders. “And I think you should. I haven’t heard you talking with Abbie and Jaz in a while, is everything with them okay?”

“I just miss them a lot and it’s hard seeing their faces on video chats and not being able to be there with them…” you admitted quietly, your voice thick with emotion. “They both got lead roles in the musical this winter and I know they’re excited about that, but I just wish I could be there… The plays and musicals we’re rehearsing for are fun and all, but it just doesn’t feel the same without them…”

“Oh I know, sweetheart, but sometimes you have to do things that you aren’t comfortable with in order to grow as a performer,” your mum assured you gently. “Now, you didn’t get the role you wanted in the musical this semester, but I think we can put that up to nerves and being at a new school with all new classmates and directors. You don’t know what they want out of you and you don’t know what they want out of an audition, but maybe this move will be a lesson in getting outside of your comfort zone and learning to adapt to situations you aren’t sure of. I know you’ll only get better from here and soon enough I know you’ll be getting the lead roles you want!”

“Thanks Mum, I really needed that…” you whispered, tears finally falling from your eyes as you leaned into your mother’s embrace.

“Anytime,” she said. “Now go get cleaned up and meet me in the dining area, your dad should be home any minute. He’ll be pleased to see you home to eat with us.”

“Yes ma’am,” you told her before heading off to your bathroom to wash your hands before the meal.

“What’ve you got an airplane diagram on your desk for? I didn’t know you were into airplanes,” said Claire, your friend from uni whom you were writing your spring play with.

By the end of last semester, the play you two wrote had been approved by the directors to be one of the spring black box plays! So you were nearly constantly working on finalising details that included staging, costumes, casting, lighting - the works. Despite the massive task, the two of you had still auditioned to be in the spring musical and landed larger roles in the program that required some time and effort, but not as much as if you were the leads. Because of all the craziness of that combined with the hustle and bustle of New York City, you two had travelled together from the city to Poughkeepsie for the weekend so you would have a more relaxed environment to focus on the finer details of the play.

With a small smile on your lips, you smoothed out the diagram and told your friend, “It’s just something I was working on back home. There’s something so fascinating about how aeroplanes stay in the air and I wanted to try and figure it out. I still don’t really get it, but I can’t bring myself to get rid of it…”

“Well there’s a reason we’re majoring in performance and not engineering,” Claire joked as she turned her attention to the hamster cage right beside the diagram, reaching in to pet the little fuzz balls and handing them a couple of the baby carrots that you had brought up with you.

After a long while of ironing out details, a substantial amount of crumpled up notebook paper, and a couple bouts of chasing the cats when they ran off with one of the papers you actually needed, you and Claire decided to take a break for a bit. While the two of you walked around the town's streets to get some fresh air, Claire said, “You know, I’ve never heard you talk much about life back in London. Ever since we were paired up to write the play it’s been nearly all talk about that and not much of our personal lives…”

“Oh, wow, I never even realised. We’ve been working so hard on everything I didn’t realise that I don’t really know you as a person,” you said with a quiet laugh as you shoved your gloved hands into the pockets of your coat. “How about a game of twenty-questions?”

“Let’s,” Claire replied before you two took off into the game, venturing vastly further than the intended twenty questions, but neither of you seemed to mind how much time you were spending away from the play.

By the end of the game, you had figured out that Claire was actually from Texas and was at the university so she could try and get the proper connections so she would be one step closer to a spot on Broadway. You also found out that she used to date one of the girls in your class who had auditioned for the play and got a swing position as recommended by the main directors. Not that Claire had anything to do with that decision… It turned out that she played the same role in Mary Poppins that Jaz had which resulted in an impromptu park performance of Brimstone and Treacle that ended in both of you holding your sides during fits of laughter when a group of children walking past got scared by Claire.

Claire learned about Evan and why you were afraid of getting into another relationship after that, but that you also felt like ever since you left London, there was a piece of you missing, which had led to many conflicting emotions on the subject. She learned about your grandmother’s passing and how you always sang Sweet Caroline at your performances at pubs to honour her. There was relentless teasing in your direction when the girl figured out your most embarrassing audition moment when you were younger, but it was all in good fun in the end.

As the two were nearing your family’s rental home, Claire mused, “You know, I think it’s crazy how you managed to get this weekend off. Aren’t the weekends the busiest times at Broadway Rose?”

“They are,” you said as you opened the door for the pair of you and walked into the warm home that smelled like fresh baked cookies. “But when I explained to Loretta that I needed the weekend to finalise the play we were writing she let me have the time off. She said writing a play like this at the university level is just the thing I’ll need to get my foot in the door once I’m done with school, so she was all for the idea.”

“Not to mention that you regularly get scouted by big names every time you work!” Claire said, the slightest bit of envy in her voice before the two of you greeted your mum in the kitchen.

“How’s everything going girls?” your mum asked as she handed you a warm cookie each.

“Great!” you both replied in unison, giggling when you realised what you accidentally did.

“I think we’ve finally got staging down and have a plan for lighting to run by Josh. All we really need is to start rehearsing soon!” Claire detailed after finishing her cookie.

“Well I’m very proud of the both of you!” your mum said with a warm smile. “May will be here before you know it and that school will get to witness one of the best black box performances ever put on!”

“Thanks Mum,” you told her with a smile and a sparkle in your eye. Even though all of this was exhausting, you were glad that you decided to lose yourself in something you were passionate about.

“How are things going back home?” you asked into your laptop’s camera one day when you were finally on summer break from school. You of course were on a video call with Abbie and Jasmine, something that unfortunately had been a rarity in the near year you had been gone due to how busy you kept yourself.

“Good!” Jasmine told you with a smile on her face. She took a teasing jab at you as she said, “Now that little miss perfect isn’t here, we’ve both been getting more lead roles in school and the local troupe!”

“Ha ha, very funny,” you replied with a playful roll of your eyes.

“What’s this I heard about you writing a play?” Abbie asked curiously. “I saw on your Instagram that you were tagged in this Claire girl’s post and the caption said you two wrote a play together?”

“Oh yeah! Claire and I wrote a one act romantic comedy for the school’s spring black box performance series!” you said with a wide smile. The smile faltered a bit as you added, “I-I’m sorry I didn’t say anything to you two, I just didn’t want to get my hopes up in case it fell through and then when it did get approved it was crazy trying to get it all pulled together.”

“Girl don’t apologise, you did the dang thing!” Jaz told you enthusiastically. “I’ve also seen videos of you singing at work and I must say your mum must be working overtime on those pipes because damn!”

You couldn’t help the giggle that tumbled out of you at the compliment, telling your friend, “It’s still weird to see myself online…”

After a few more minutes of performance talk, you asked, “So how are things going with Thomas, Abbie?” You wiggled your eyebrows teasingly as you added, “If I remember correctly you two were getting quite cosy together in the months before I moved.”

A furious blush radiated onto Abbie’s cheeks that she attempted to hide by taking a drink of tea from a cup while deciding what to say. When she finally composed herself, Abbie replied, “We’re doing well actually! We made it official a few weeks after you left and have been going strong ever since. He’s a great scene partner and we bring out the best in each other.”

“It’s painful how single I am in comparison to her and it actually disgusts me,” Jasmine said with a laugh as she playfully shoved Abbie off the screen for a moment. “Still haven’t found anyone since Evan?” she asked once their play-fight ended.

You sighed and shook your head, telling Jasmine, “Dating really isn’t something I’m looking for right now, I just want to focus on my studies. You only get so many chances to get yourself connected in our industry and I need to focus on that.”

“You’re so brave,” Jasmine said, a smirk teasing her lips which earned an eye roll from you.

“Maybe if the right person came around I would consider it, but until then I think I’m leaving the idea alone. I need to be sure this time. I need someone who is going to take care of me and protect me, but who also isn’t afraid to have some fun. That would be my ideal partner.”

Little did you know that your perfect partner was doing just those first two things halfway across the world which was why you ended up in New York in the first place. And while the danger of You-Know-Who was gone, defeated by Harry Potter, George Weasley hadn’t come back for you because he was struggling with demons that presented themselves after losing his twin brother to the war.

Reader still having foggy memories of the people she loves and feeling like a piece of her is missing kills me 😭😭

on a lighter note, as a Daredevil girly, i would like to believe that Reader has run into Daredevil at least once when she's gotten off of work in the later hours of the night. it's my headcanon and i'm sticking with it!

this one was short n sweet, and in the next one we'll see how George has been dealing with things, not only on the front of his relationship with Reader, but also with dealing with Fred's death (and no, now you now know this isn't going to be an everyone lives fic, sorry! 😅)

dividers by: @firefly-graphics

taglist: @reidmarieprentiss @v1ckycheesue @superduckmilkshake

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley angst #harry potter fanfiction

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the-anime-enthusiast · 5 months ago

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As per request of @tired-jaz here's some dabi fluff for the touya fans 😈 This is purely fluff but here's a lil quick disclaimer ⚠️ jaz this isn't totally what you asked for but Its still fluff and got some pretty sweet stuff in it 😭(pun intended) HOPE YALL ENJOY‼️

NOT AS SWEET

AS YOU (dabi x reader)

DAY ONE ☎️

"3 months, THREE WHOLE MONTHS NAKI. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? I havent felt the touch of aan, MY MAN, in three whole months", you scream into the phone, not caring the damage youve dealt to your sisters eardrums.

"Y/N" she screams back.

"Yes..." you retorted sheepishly with a slight ansgt.

"Isnt he coming bacm in like what? 3 DAYS?? I hate to break it to you gurl, BUT PLEASE, calm down, I get it but he'll be there soon."

"BUT"

"NO. NO BUTS. What happened to the logical and rational you i know? The one dabi fell in love with? Youll have him all to yourself in no time. I know its hard, especially cause you haven't been able to talk to him either, but honey please. Hell be there alright. ALRIGHT?"

you sigh, "I'll calm down. You're right I guess, don't wanna embarrass myself in front of him after 3 months..." you breathe out staring at your feet face reddening at the thought of your desperate actions. "I just miss him, a lot."

"Y/n...I get it, i really do, and i hate to do this right now, but i have to go, if you need anything youll tell me right?"

"Yeah yeah you know I will", you respond rolling your eyes simultaneously.

"REMEMBER" the sudden loud tone sending you to jump up, "3 DAYS THEN HES ALL YOURS. BYE BYE!" she acreams ending the call with a kissy sound.

Your hand drops down, looking at the caller ID

"I know" you wisper to yourself.

DAY TWO 💤

Grogginess? She practically your bestfriend you think rolling over to the other aide of your bed, arm slewn over your back orher cupping the side of the pillow youve found yourself clutching for dear life to the past couple of months.

"Dabi..." you whisper, eyes squeezing shut trying to imagine his face again as you bury your face into the pillow

"please come home" is the last thing your pillow hears before you pass out on top of it wishing it was him you were on top of instead.

Nothing could quite distract you from his absence like sleeping your life away.

DAY THREE 🍰

Anxiety was eating you alive like you were the twilight saga and a book worm was having a feild day.

"Nothing has changed between us right?" you thought. "Right?" you repeat to yourself, a sickening smile creeping on your face with tears pricked in the corners of your eyes.

"NO" you yell sitting up to hang of your bed.

"I WILL NOT BE SAD. I REFUSE. ONE MORE DAY

"Y/N. YOU GOT THIS! I GOT THIS? I GOT THIS." you chant storming to your kitchen. Given the ungodly amount of sleep you got yesterday, you hadnt eaten barely anything but leftover cookies and some milk.

"OH. MY. GOD." you aggravatingly sighed out

"I'M SO DAMN HUNGRY" followed by a whine as the refridgerator swining open, and then the realization hit you, you wouldn't be surprised if dust and a moth flew out with the door.

"DAMN INGREDIENT HOUSEHOLD WHAT THE HELL" you yell falling to your knees while slamming the fridge shut, followed by a bang on the door with your fist.

Your head soon met the door as well with your begging you from 2 weeks ago to stop the decision of purely doordashing food to your front door while dabi was gone, leaving you broke as hell. Checking your bank account wasn't any better than the fridge, but in optimism you tell yourself, if theres one thing an ingredient household will get you, its crazy amazing dessert recipes made out of practically thin air.

-skip to later that night-

"Holy shit-" you breathe out

"Holy fucking shit, so. much. dessert. So many... everything?" you question scanning your kitchen surroundings, brownies, cookies, Tres Leches, cookie dough, instant jello, popsicles?

"How in the actual hell...did i make...popsicles..."

you whisper before collapsing of exhaustion.

Slowly picking up your phone to check the time, you read 2:45 a.m.

Following is a look of worry, exhaustion, and confusion as you pass out on the kitchen floor.

DAY FOUR - DABI'S COMING HOME

My keys slowy make their way into the key hole, first sturggling due to my franticness to see her. My girl.

"y/n" I whisper out getting frustrated that the key keeps getting stuck.

"Dammit!' i whisper yell as the door finnalg flys open crashing against the wall behind it.

"What the hell? Why does it smell like...HUH?"

He screeches feasting his eyes on the copious piles of desserts covering every kitchen surface.

"What the hell..." he whispers, barely taking the time to notice you crashed out on the kitchen floor.

"Y/n..." he whispers leaning down to you, a look of pity and concern stretching across his otherwise emotionless face.

"baby..." is the last thing he says before reaching behind your neck and waist to hoist you up into his arms.

A feeling of warmth overcomes your body, a feeling of comfort, one you cant quit explain while wrapped up in your Candy Land like dream, one where you of all people were a diety of dessert. Slowly coming back to consciousness you hear the words of your lover...

"baby" you feel whispered against your ear, the familar voice sending shocks through your body.

No matter the lack of sleep and energy spent on your Master Chef Desserts you shot up clinging to dabi like it was the last time.

"DABI" you screeched into his ear as he pulls you in closer.

He presses a kiss to your ear, "hey princess, missed you baby" he says pressing a second one right after the other.

The feeling practically melts you, nothing beats some sweet love from your lover, especially the physical lind.

"Dabi" you sigh

"Yes princess?"

"Kiss me again?"

"Hm?"

You grab his collar pulling his face for his eyes to look into yours.

"KISS ME" you growl locking his eyes with yours noticing the sly smirk spreading across his beautiful face.

"Alright alright, i heard you the first time" he chuckles cupping your cheek and pulling your waist flush against his stomach.

"Since you ask so nicely..." he teases bringing your face close to his.

You can't explain it, maybe its the lack of him you've experienced the past three months or his overall deamenor but its like you cant think anymore. Everythings fuzzy, your nose filled with the smell of the previously baked sweets mixed with the ash and cigarette smell on his collar. You lose complete control melting into his hands, making him work to keep your body up as his lips meet yours. You make note of the gentleness he's displaying, something not often seen, even behind closed doors. It doesn't feel like hes going to give you the night of your life, or like hes about to do whataver he wants to you, he feels like he's about to hold you until the sun comes up, bury his head in your neck, lay you on his chest kissing your head, whispering sweet nothings like

"you're so beautiful baby..."

"i missed you so much" followed by his nose burrowing in your hair.

'you miss me too pretty girl?"

maybe a

"Im here its alright princess..."

or maybe

"you need anything baby?"

its almost out of charcter for him, but somethings changed, the way he holds you, something happened. He holds you now like hes actaully scared to lose you. His kiss isn't filled with lust, but love, pure innocent love, one you've never felt, you think leaning more into the kiss slowly making your backs way down to the floor.

His lips press deeper into yours, never wanting to leave but nevertheless he pulls away leaning over your frozen body beneath him.

"Baby" he whispers moving your face so his eyes meet his, given you were hiding it out of embarrassment.

"Yes..." you wisper back peering up into his beautiful eyes, taking note of the difference in his stare. He holds there for awhile, staring into your eyes, searching in them like he'll find something, still holding your face lovingly.

Your left hand comes to meet his hand on your face cupping over it shooting him a small smile.

"Dabi? "

"Hm?" he hums back seeming to come back to reality.

"S-sorry" he stutters a bit, a like shade of pink running across his cheecks.

Your smile never leaves as you bring your other hand up to meet his face, pulling it down to your head to rest his forehead against yours.

"I love you" you whisper.

"Hm..." he hums with a slight chuckle sending a look of horror to your face. His laugh grows as he puts more pressure against your foreheads.

"I'm just teasing baby" he says moving his mouth to kiss your forehead as he pulls you up to sit with him, pulling his hand of your cheek to allow more balance on the way up.

"Just teasing" he repeats moving to kiss your cheek allowing another small smile to come up on your face as his hand meets your face again. He follows with small kisses peppering across your cheeks, forehead, nose, jaw line, and even some daring to your neck. All that's heard throughout your shared apartment is small giggles and the sound of his lips coming off of your skin.

"Hey princess" he says looking for some focus as he comes up to cup both your cheeks.

"Yes?"

"I love you."

Your face goes an ungodly red.

"Hm?" you question, face blank, leaving him to chuckle to himself.

"I love you baby" he repeats giving you a warm smile leaning his forhead bacm against yours.

"I..." you smile back... "I love you too dabi" you whisper allowing his lips to come back to yours for one final kiss before your mouths are otherwise occupied scarfing down the pile of treats waiting for you on the counter.

"Pretty sweet huh?" you tease bumping your hips into his.

"Not as sweet as you baby" he replies a sweet smile spreading on both your faces as you match each other's gaze.

#mha #dabi x reader fluff #dabi x reader #mha dabi #bnha dabi #requestandrespond #angst with a happy ending #request #fanfiction #ff #dabi dabi pls just one chance dabi #i can fix him #i will fix him

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vae1bixy · 5 months ago

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Opie Winston x OC {Josie Bethe Teller]

Title - Rebelling

Wordcount - 2.9k

Summary - Josie is reeling from her brother acting like he can control her life. And begins to act only to make him blow up again. Until she get's the wrong person upset.

WARNING - Public smut

Since the incident. Since Jaz told her off for doing films. Josie would be lying if she said she wasn’t trying to piss him off. Frankley she did it even before. But now she has stepped up her game. Pink hair short skirts and crop tops. And that included flirting.

She was at the bar in the club. Short denim skirt and top that split down from her breasts down her stomach. Brown boots that went up to her knees and matched the top. Revealing more skin than she usually did. But that didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy it. She enjoyed the way people trailed over her body. Eyes raking down her. She enjoyed the feeling of knowing people thought she was pretty. It was better then not knowing what they thought.

Everyone there knew she was off limits. She was a Teller. Jax’s younger sister. And JT’s daughter. Everyone knew to respect her and not to pull anything on her. And that included everyone in Charming. Except the new faces. The new faces had to learn. That you don’t mess with the legendaries.

Maybe it was a little cruel of her to pick on them. But hey most of them wouldn’t mind a good fuck. She watched the bar surfing for new victims. When she found herself paying attention to one guy in particular. He was the new prospect. Short but still taller than her. Skinny arms and a buzz cut. He wasn’t exactly her type. But he would do it.

Watching him as she tilted the glass back. She spun around in her stool to watch. Until he got closer. A couple of beer bottles in one hand. And orders being barked at him. She almost felt bad for him. She twisted in her seat as he went behind the bar table. Not even passing her a glance. He looked twitchy and jumpy like he was walking on eggshells. And she began to want to do it to make the tension leave his shoulders. It would be good for him too, she decided.

“So what’s your name?” She questioned out loud over the music. Her fingers playing with the ridge of the glass. His eyes followed her pink nails for a moment before he glanced back up to her face.

He looked behind him like he thought she was talking to someone else. Until she smiled at him. And he smiled back, moving closer to her. Setting the empty bottles onto the counter. “Roy and um you?” He questioned with a lopsided smile. Josie slid her empty glass to him. And he took it without question.

“Pour me a refill of tequila darlin” She purred. Pink hair bouncing over her shoulders and brown eyes flashing at him. Perfect cat eyeliner and long eyelashes. She looked him up and down. Not even hiding the fact she was checking him out. He grabbed the bottle from the side and poured more in.

Then she smiled easily. Leaning forward a bit. So her cleavage was open and shirt was open. Pretending to not notice the way his eyes drifted down. She leaned on her arm. Chin propped up on her palm. “You can call me bubblegum,” She said in a silky tone.

Almost like he had something in his throat. He coughed a bit as he tried to speak. Stuttering over his words. “Why do they call you Bubblegum?” He questioned in a small squeak. His eyes widening at her.

Josie just grinned. Lips twitching into a sadistic smile. Gesturing for him to move closer to her. As she leaned closer. Her lips bruised against his ear. Just for a second. But enough to know she was affecting him. “Have you ever seen the best friend and the baker?” She whispered. But he just shook his head. Obliviousness onto his face.

She pulled away so they were looking across at each other. “Want me to show you?” She questioned. Taking another sip of the fresh glass. And setting it back down to the counter. Her tongue coming up to brush her lips careful not to smear the cherry red lipstick on her lips. He had to realize she was flirting with him.

Almost like he knew it was too good to be true. Like he thought it was a trap. He wasn’t exactly sure if this was all a part of the hazing. And god wouldn’t that be embarrassing. Roy leaned up. His skinny arms flexing a bit against the counter top. “I don’t know,” He said, shaking his head. Not looking confused. What they didn’t know was there was more than one set of eyes watching them.

It wasn’t just Jax and Opie that cared for her. Jax was staring daggers at the two. His hand was tightening so hard his knuckles were going white around the bottle. Opie staring at them. At what was supposed to be his girl whispering and flirting with a guy. And with a prospect it wasn’t anybody worth her time. Nobody there was worth her time. Not even him. He thought dully.

Clay was shaking his head at the two. His lips were downturning. He couldn’t get up and say something. Not only would he piss Gemma off he would piss Josie off. The rest of the guy’s watching and waiting like they were going to strike like some sort of predator. Because that’s what the club gave you. It gave you enemies and it gave you family. It gave you friends.

“Oh come on,” She said, smiling up at him.

Then she reached out and touched his freshly new cut and pulled him closer to her. Playing with the side of it. It was empty with no patches. Besides the club one. “I think you might enjoy it,” She reasoned.

Almost like he was captivated with her. Like he knew he couldn’t say no. Nor did he want to. He dropped the towel from his shoulder to the counter top. “Ok okay yea” He agreed, giving her another lopsided grin. Josie let go of his cuff but not before pressing a small kiss, nothing really to the side of his cheek.

Getting up from the skirt she brushed her skirt off making sure it covered her ass. She reached for her glass and swallowed the rest of it. “Well follow me,” She said to him. Making sure to glance behind her and see that she had her brother’s attention. Maybe it was cruel of her. And maybe she knew and she was enjoying every last bit of it.

She was tired of people trying to control her and her life. Jax telling her what she can’t and can do. Clay acted like he was a father all of a sudden. Gemma telling her what she was doing wrong. And manipulating her to do anything she wanted. The guys protect her all of the time. Treating her like she was a child and not a grown woman.

That’s how she found herself stuffed in the small closet in the back. With food and beer stacked up. There was nearly not any room for two people. They would have to be stacked beside each other. Luckily they were. The door shut and Josie was on Roy. Her hands pulled at his shirt. And his wrapping around her waist unsurely.

“Are you sure we can be in here?” He asked, pulling from her lips to ask.

She smiled softly at him. He had to be near her age. The shyest person that ever joined the club. Surely that would be gone when Samcrow stuck their claws into him. She leaned up on her toes and brushed her lips against his not really kissing but teasing him. “Yea don’t worry about it” She said softer this time.

He only nodded before he was taking initiative and kissing her. But instead of the rough lips she was used to. He kissed her softly. Hands caressing her softer than that. He was almost too sweet. She began to pull at the strings around her neck and it fell between them hitting the floor.

Her bare breast rubbing against his chest. Electing a small moan from her lips. One of his hands dripped from her waist and lower and lower to her ass pulling her closer. As she rubbed against him creating some sort of friction. His lips moved from her lips and to her neck. Causing her to tilt her head back giving him better access.

“You’re beautiful” He complimented between kisses. Despite her intentions it caused a small smile to spread across her face. Sliding down his abdomen with her hand. She stopped at his jeans. Fingers threatening to dip inside of them.

But before she could go further the door opened and they were separating. The light entering the dim closet. And there Opie Winston stood giving her that look that made her grin a bit. But he wasn't smiling not one but.

“Get lost” He said to Roy. Not giving him any chance to plead his case.

Roy didn’t waste a second; he looked back at her once and was gone. His shirt in his hand and a scared expression on his face. Josie sighed and ran a hand through her hair. LIke she was fixing it. Then Opie was tossing her shirt at her, hitting her chest. “Put your clothes back on” He ordered. Careful to not look down at her breast. When did he become such a gentleman she thought amused.

In fact he moved inside. Shutting the door so no one would see her body. The light dimming and going back to a darker tone. She snickered a bit and grabbed her shirt but wasn’t making a move to pull it over her head. Just holding it out of reach. “That’s different, usually you’re telling me to take them off” She joked.

Bristling a bit. Opie looked down at her m. His arms crossed his chest. And a frown on his lips like he was trying to understand . “Why did you pull the kid in here?” He asked, sounding a bit upset. They weren't anything exclusive. In fact they were

Shrugging a bit. The playful not leaving her lips. She moved the shirt further down so her breast was open for him to see. “I was just trying to have fun” She said out rightingly. And maybe because she wanted to piss Jax off.

A smirk lit Opie's face up and he stepped forward a bit. “Well darlin, you can always come to me for fun” He said in a low voice. The same one that sent shivers down her spine. Ever since she was a young teenager and he was just her brother's best friend.

“Didn't think you could handle me” She said simply. Shrugging her shoulders at him. And be careful not to smile. This was all part of the game. Her acting like a brat. And him playing along with her. It was all for fun. It was almost like a cat and mouse chase.

Finally he reached a band out and pulled her by the hip. So she was up against him. Her breast against his chest rubbing against the patches on his cut.“That's not what you said before” He whispered as she looked up at him. The heat pulled into her belly. And knees going weak. Opie always had that effect on her. Made her feel like she was still a teenager trying to get his attention.

Josie pursued her lips carefully to make a show out of it. And enjoyed when he did take the bait lowering his eyes to her cherry red lips.“Maybe you should remind me?” She said teasingly. And the moment she did he was grabbing at her hips and lifting her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist quickly. And she was being pushed into the wall.

His lips were over her's. The familiar roughness. The hands on her hips in a tight grip that made her feel whole. Made her feel like she was where she was supposed to be. Her back arching into the wall as he rubbed against her. Even with his jeans still on. She could feel the bulge in his jeans on her. Teasing her.

Opie was kissing her like he was trying to eat her. His lips tasting her. Tongue swiping against the inside of her mouth to get a better taste of her. To be greeted by the taste of tequila. Until she heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled. And a familiar anticipation filled her up.

“We're you going to let that guy fuck you?” He asked between kisses. She only hummed in response into his mouth. Finding no need to hide it. And no need to move away from his lips.

When he pulled away and left her whimpering for more. “I asked you a question” He said with a spark in his eyes. His lips curled as he watched the effect he had on her. Josie shifted, rubbing her pussy on him. The button of his jeans rubbing against her thigh, the zipper rubbing against her.

“Yea I was” She admitted. Before she was leaning to his neck placing small kisses up and down his Adams apple. Small pecks really. Until she licked her tongue up his neck. Feeling his hands twitch around her. “I was even thinking of letting him do it from the back” She admitted with a sly grin. Enjoying the way he reacted.

A groan fell from his lips, his throat moving under mouth. She couldn't quite see in the dark. But she could see the red marks she was leaving onto his throat . That's when his hand trailed up her thighs up and up until his palm was rubbing against her pussy. Causing her to arch into the touch. A moan ripping from her lips.

“No panties,” He said in surprise.

“Didn’t need them” She murmured out. But he was quick to get to action. His thumb nosed at her clit. Rubbing circles provides just the right enough pressure to make her moan into his lips. Until she was rocking her hips into his. To get more force. For him to rub her harder. To go ahead and fuck her.

Until his finger was entering her and she was writhing around him. The sensation sending her. The knowledge that he was holding her up and it didn't even seem to be taking a toll on him. The sounds he made. The way he looked down at her. The way he touched her and kissed her.

One finger began to swirl in circles. Rubbing against her walls moving in and outward. Until one became two. And he was scissoring her. Lips against her neck sucking and licking. Teeth rubbing against her neck. His fingers moving in a perfect rhythm. Two quickly became three. And her hips bucked into him. Her breast rubbing against his cut. And sweat sticking her pink hair to her forehead.

He pulled the three fingers out only to slam them back into her. Causing her to moan into his shoulder. Finally he pulled his fingers out and she was completely filled with a new sensation. His dick entered her slowly. Until she was pressed against him. Legs locking around his back. And hands holding herself up by holding onto his shoulders. Her hips bucking into him and pants coming from her.

It wasn’t always so quick. Opie could be soft and sweet. He could kiss down from her lips to her whole body. Leave her writhing in bed from the lack of attention. Lick his way down her body. But he could also be quick. He could finger her quickly so he could be quick to fuck her. He could fuck her hard into the bed. Into the wall into the grass. Anywhere. And he never used condoms. The first time, they were quick. Neither of them even thought about a condom. But after that they couldn’t go back to before without using them. So she made sure to take the pill.

They were moving and Opie was pushing her into the shelf. Hands not wavering. Even when she began to bounce on him. His dick slamming into her harder. He stood as strong as a statue. “You're so pretty like this wrapped around my dick” He admitted looking down at her with so much adoration and honesty. Above all Opie was a big sap and could be so beautiful with his own words. It was like poetry to her ears.

He leaned down and placed a small kiss on her lips. Barely a kiss at all. But it was a sign. It wasn’t meant to be quick and hot and make her cum. It was him showing how much he loved her. And by then she didn’t need any more help. Her bones felt like jelly and her core was warm until she was cumming.

With one more final thrust. Thrusting her against the wall. As he played with her breast with one hand. And he was cumming into her. White sticky goo spurting inside of her. She panted and let out a small whimper. Looking up at him. She brought his head closer pulling at his hair and planted a long kiss into his lips.

#ao3 #sons of anarchy fic #sons of anarchy #opie winston x oc #opie winston #Josie beth teller #Opie Winston x Josie Beth Teller #smut #mature fanfiction #mature

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You are the one - Chapter 26

Pairing: Bang Chan x female OC; Lee Know x female OC

Genre: au (high shool, college), love triangle, fluff, angst, smut, from friends to lovers. ⚠️Warning: soft drugs

Words: 5k

Summary: Bang Chan and Jasmine have been best friends for as long as they can remember. With little time to finish high school, they both begin to develop romantic feelings. However, family situations and communication issues force them to move away. Once in college, they decide to try to regain the friendship they had. As Bang Chan sees the opportunity to finally be with the girl he has always loved, his friend Lee Know, who had been studying in England, returns home and the connection he develops with Jasmine is undeniable. Can the chemistry and attraction with Lee Know outweigh a tender first love and memories of years of friendship between Bang Chan and Jasmine?

Disclaimer: I named the character Jasmine (Minnie for Chan 🥰) because I love that name. Besides, it’s easier if we want to see Chan saying cute names (it’s better than just Y/N, I think) but you can totally picture yourselves in the story, that’s the idea.

Chapter 26 - YOU are the one

That night, the doctor authorized Chan to go for a walk, the boy was about to lose it due to all the time he stayed inside the room. As expected, Jaz followed him, and soon they were in one of the hospital's gardens. They must go slowly since Jaz's leg was still not fully healed, and depending on the movement she made, the pain did not let her continue. Of course, Chan was extraordinarily careful, he hadn't stopped watching the floor, as he made sure the girl was okay and there was nothing dangerous for her.

“When we get to that bench in front of the fountain, we won't walk anymore.”

Jaz laughed as she knew Chan wanted to lift her up, he had already tried, and since she wouldn't let him, he had gently taken her arm and helped her with each step.

"There's something there, Minnie, be careful."

Jaz stopped, and looking at what her best friend pointed at, she burst out laughing. "Chris! It's literally three leaves on top of each other."

"That can be dangerous, Jasmine!"

"Are you seriously gonna be like this because of a cut on my leg?"

“Of course I do! Besides, you're worse than me, you won't even let me take my pills by myself.”

"Because you forget it, just as you forgot to leave the house with your coat."

“That's not important, we made a promise. Don't you remember it anymore? You'd remind me to wear a sweater, just as I'd remind you to turn off the stove.”

Jaz smiled while she lost herself in her best friend's eyes.

She perfectly remembered when she went to pick him up at night from the university. She was worried that Chan was going to get sick because of the rain and, as usual, she left the stove on.

However, now that they talked about promises, the girl remembered Chan reproaching himself for the other promise they had made. Sighing, she tried to forget what had happened, but Chan didn't let her, and taking her hand, he walked with her until they reached the bench where they could sit together.

“Minnie, what did I tell you on that bridge? Please, tell me." He asked cupping her face. "I beg you, I can't bear any more misunderstandings between us."

"You asked me how much longer I was going to haunt you and if I would finally disappear." Jaz had a hard time going on, she didn't want to, but Chan's caress on her cheek convinced her to go on. "You asked me to leave, I already had done it many times." Silently, Jasmine wiped her face with the back of her hand, but Chan knew how to interpret her silence, he knew there was something else and begged her to tell him. "You said that there was no love or trust left between us."

“I haven't stopped dreaming about you since we broke up, and in each dream, you leave, in none have I been able to make you stay. It's not you who torments me, it's not knowing what to do. I've known you all my life, and still, I can't figure out how to keep you from leaving. I wasn't talking about myself when I said that there was no longer trust or love. I told you once, and I'll say it for the rest of our lives, Minnie. I will wait for you as long as it takes."

Chan had not stopped caressing the girl's face nor had he lowered his gaze for a second, he needed Jaz to listen to him and believe what he was saying. He was already tired of keeping everything to himself, he would take the risk and take the reins of the matter.

“I've never wanted you to let me go, Minnie, much less have I wanted to try to forget you. Yes, I tried to learn to live without you, but I wasn't even close to get it because I kept waiting for you, I've been waiting for us. I tried to distract myself with work and drinking, but it was useless, you were always there. I saw you in everything, little doll, and how not to if you are my whole life? You always have been." He said moving a little closer and seeing that her eyes were full of tears listening to him, he kissed her forehead. “I don't care if I have to make you fall in love with me again, if we have to start from scratch, I don't care, Minnie. I just want to be with you. I think one of my biggest mistakes was waiting for you to tell me what to do, but do you know what I thought?" He asked looking into the eyes that he loved so much. “If I can get my best friend, the most precious girl of all, the best person in the world to give me a chance before, I can do it again. Even if you decide to do it when we're both old and white-haired. If the last thing I see in my life is your smile getting closer before you kiss me, it will all have been worth it."

Jaz couldn't stop several tears from falling and her face lighting up with a smile, Chan had always been very sweet, but never like that night.

"You don't have to tell me anything yet, Minnie, I'm going to fight for us and for what we have. I know we still have something"

"I broke up with Minho." Jaz whispered still feeling Chan's breath, they were really close. “When you and I decided to part at Changbin's party, that night everything changed for me. As much as I tried to get things to work with Lee Know, I never really got it. Everything reminded me of you, and little by little, I missed you more and more. A love like ours is not forgotten, Chris, it doesn't fade, not when we have given our hearts like you and I did. I don't want another relationship, I want you. I love my Australian, my athlete, my architect, my best friend, my love. You are the one, Chris, you always have been."

"I love you, Little doll, I love you with all my forces and I'll do it until my last breath."

Closing his eyes to enjoy that dream that was finally coming true, Chan kissed Jaz again. After not being able to show her how much he loved her with a kiss, the boy could lose himself in the softness of the girl's lips again. Jasmine's life also changed when she felt Chan kissing her. All that time feeling that things were not going well was only because she did not have him by her side, not like she had really dreamed since she could remember. But there he was, the tender, romantic, sentimental, honest, and affectionate boy who had accompanied her all her life was showing her with a single kiss that he was just as in love as she was.

At that moment, both felt that they lacked nothing to be happy. It had taken them a long time to get to that point, but Chan and Jaz dared to face what they felt and give themselves another chance, start from scratch if necessary, they really didn't care as long as they were together.

"I missed you, Minnie." He whispered, wrapping his arms around her and letting the girl rest her head on his chest. "I'm not going to let you go again."

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Fortunately, the hospital where they were staying was one of the best in the entire country, so comfort was indisputable. In addition, the fact that Chan's parents were so wealthy reflected on their son's health, they spared no expense and asked for their son to be moved to a room where he not only had attention at any time he needed it, but also where Jaz could be with him and get the same attention.

That was how they both could choose between lying for hours in a huge bed, sitting in one of the ridiculously comfortable and expensive armchairs, or simply spending time in the waiting rooms of the hospital wing where the boy was hospitalized.

After their walk in the garden, they returned to the room and sat together in one of the armchairs, Chan opened his arms, waiting with a smile for the girl to come closer, something that of course happened.

“Chris, can I ask you something and you promise to answer me?”

"Baby, you can ask for whatever you want."

"What meeting did you have with your father on the day of the school activity?"

"I knew you were going to ask me that." As he made that comment, Jaz noticed Chan's ears turning red. “Dad had organized a dinner for me to meet his senior partners. A few days ago, I had agreed to work with him on a project, he wanted me to design a new office and then take care of other things, but not before meeting the rest of the team.”

"Sorry, I had no idea. Did that cause you a discussion with him?"

“No, precious, don't worry, I explained to him that something important had come up. He just sent me three audios screaming, I think we are improving." He joked, but seeing Jaz's seriousness, he cleared his throat. “There's gonna be another dinner, everything will be fine. This time I won't miss it. Unless you want to spend the night in the car with me again.”

Trying to keep a serious face was impossible, so the girl laughed while Chan hugged her tightly. Even though he still didn't feel well, the energy he had was devoted to her.

“You must get well fast, Chris, fast enough so that we can get out of here and go home. Although, you haven't even told me what you want to do. Your parents asked you to come back home. They said you'd be more comfortable and closer to the hospital."

Chan was silent, thinking about the advantages of staying at his parents' house; however, although they were right and that it could be more convenient, it was not what he had thought. Unless…

"What do you want to do?"

"Me? Chris, it's not about me."

“For me, it is about you. If we go to my parents' house, will you feel comfortable? Because if it's not like that, we can go back to the apartments and…”

"Okay, okay, hold your horses, mister." She said placing her index finger on Chan's lips. “First of all, if we go back, there won't be “apartments”, there will be only ONE because I have to take care of you and we won't be apart. Also, I'll be happy as long as I'm with you. I already told you, I'm not going to leave you alone." Getting a little closer, she touched Chan's lips and kissed him so tenderly that the girl couldn't help but laugh when she saw the enchanted look he had. "But if you ask my honest opinion, your parents won't be happy if they don't see you, at least while you recover."

“What about your parents? If we stay here, you'll be able to see them more often. I heard she'll return to work in this hospital.”

Jaz nodded, feeling happy and relieved to know that her mother was going back to work where she had been happy, for that was where her friends were. She would also be closer to the psychologist, which would help her to regain a little control of her life. Furthermore, she could spend more time with her mother and make sure that her process was adequate.

"And your dad," Chan mentioned delicately raising her face. “He came back to live around here, he's alone, Minnie."

Jaz's look showed the astonishment that caused her, she frankly knew absolutely nothing about her father or the type of life he had led since she had left home. In her mind, her father had a dream family with his new baby and the woman who had stolen his heart and sanity to such an extent that he leave his old family. But that image was far from being the real one.

“I didn't know you had gone to visit the baby. Your father told me a while ago. Minnie, did you do it by yourself?"

Neither of them wanted any more secrets between them, and even though they had kept many things between them, that afternoon they began to talk like the best friends they had always been.

“I went while she was hospitalized, but I didn't want to talk to dad, much less with his girlfriend. But their daughter, I mean…she was just a baby, I felt terrible when mom told me she was sick. I thought about asking you to come with me, but…”

"You didn't want to see your dad and me in the same place," Chan added, sure that was the reason, and Jaz confirmed it with a nod. "There's nothing to worry about, Minnie, your dad says that the baby is much better."

"And what about him? Is he fine?"

“Do you want me to tell you, baby? Wouldn't you rather talk to him directly?"

“It'll be three years since Dad and I last sat down to talk together. It's going to be awkward."

"Maybe, but just at the beginning. I'm sure once you start talking and releasing a little bit of everything you've stored, things will flow."

"Do you think he wants to?"

“Little doll, your dad didn't last a minute to leave the house in the middle of the night to help you as soon as you called him. All he's waiting for is for you to feel ready to get close again. That doesn't mean that you'll turn the page and forget everything that happened so easily, but at least you'll be able to start the recovery process that you need."

Knowing Jaz for so many years proved Chan right, what she needed was not to continue ignoring her father, but to face what had happened, talk to him, and then decide the type of relationship she had with him from now on. The last years had been really difficult, the girl had tried to survive on pure instinct after leaving home. The first few months she had always had Bang Chan with her, and only for that Jasmine endured being away from home, away from her parents, and facing every problem on her own. But then everything had gone uphill.

Same for Chan, who was getting more and more overloaded with work, enough to not even be able to listen when his body demanded that he stop because he couldn't take it anymore. Before, he used to have Jaz constantly reminding him to take care of himself, eat well, rest, and make time for himself, but the time he had to manage alone had been disastrous for his physical and mental health.

"How have you been feeling these days? And… and I'm not exactly talking about dehydration and weakness. You've been sober for several days."

Just hearing that question, Bang Chan lowered his face and avoided Jaz's gaze. The shame of having to accept his alcohol dependence didn't let him talk about it without feeling terribly bad about himself.

“Chris, no,” Jasmine whispered, meeting her best friend's gaze and taking his hands. "You don't have to be ashamed of that, I'm not gonna judge you, I never would."

“Minnie, I don't feel like I did before. It has been like this for a long time, more than I'd like to accept. I…shit... it's hard to say this out loud. I feel bad enough just thinking about it to say it, but…I don't want to end up like mom.”

"That's not gonna happen," Jaz assured him, sounding more confident than ever before.

"How do you know? You literally picked me off the floor."

“Because I know what you're capable of when you set your mind to something. What happened that night doesn't matter, forget about it and continue being the wonderful man you are. There's no one more responsible than you, more dedicated, or more disciplined. If you want to get out of this, you'll make it." Closing his eyes, Chan received Jaz's sweet kiss on his forehead. “Do you want to talk about it? The boys say that at home you don't talk to anyone."

It was enough to open up a bit for the conversation to flow on its own, Bang Chan didn't even have to make an effort to think of what to say to his best friend. Both had had that unique connection since they were kids. The other's company represented so much consolation and trust that it allowed them to express what they felt and even what they feared.

That was how Chan and Jaz talked for hours about what Chan felt when he drank, or why he did it. The guy was also honest about the reasons why he was looking to drown himself in work. He was aware that they were problems and attitudes that he had been dragging along for quite some time, but that had been propelled in the last year.

Later, when the nurses asked Chan to lie down, Jaz was by his side, making sure he took all his medications and was comfy enough. That night would be the first that Jaz would not sleep with him, since Chan's mother wanted to be with him.

“You'll come tomorrow, right, Minnie?”

"Chris, of course I'll come tomorrow and every day after that." She replied laughing.

"How's your leg, is it hurting?"

"Just a little."

“Better stay at home and rest, please. At least until the afternoon. You never sit still, when you are here you want to help me do everything and the wound can reopen."

"But…"

“We still have many more mornings to wake up together.”

"They will never be enough." Jaz said before closing her eyes and taking her time to kiss him again.

"Good night, little doll. I love you."

Chan watched her leave the room, and as Jaz was about to close the door behind her, she turned to blow her a kiss. Finally, she left with a smile on her face thinking about how easily Chan blushed.

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Jasmine was just closing the door to go look for her mother, but she met her father, as he had been talking to Chan's mother.

"Oh honey, hello!" said the woman. “I'm so glad you finally agreed to take some rest, you've taken care of my son non-stop since day one. I have no way to thank you."

"Ma'am, you don't have to, I'll always be there for anything Chris may need." She replied with a sweet smile. “He's waiting for you. I hope you're ready, he just discovered a new series and will make you watch it all. Get ready for hours and hours of architectural explanations of old buildings.”

Chan's mother sighed and then laughed thinking about how passionate her son was when it came to architecture. After an affectionate goodbye to Jaz and her father, the woman left them alone. For a few seconds, daughter and father looked at each other without knowing what to say. They hadn't had much time to be alone since they had seen each other again, the relationship they had now was so different from the one they had had all their lives that the pain couldn't be more intense. However, deep down, really deep down, they felt some relief now that they could at least look at each other without Jazmine demanding that he disappeared.

“I guess you're looking for your mom. She was here just a couple of minutes ago. She's with a patient in the ER."

"Oh, I see."

“If it doesn't bother you, I can take you home. You know that sometimes those emergencies can last for hours.”

"I can wait for her."

Seeing the man's disappointed look was like looking at herself in a mirror. That same expression had constantly been on her face since she left home. The two of them were too similar, and not only physically, since Jaz was like a copy of him, but they had very similar personalities, that's why they got along so well.

"You already ate? No, forget it, of course you did. Chan wouldn't let you go without eating…”

"Actually, I haven't..." Jaz responded, letting herself be carried away by the longing she felt to spend at least a few more minutes with her father.

Without a doubt, that was the best thing the professor could have heard, as he immediately offered his daughter to eat something together in the hospital cafeteria. At first, the conversation focused on Chan's recovery. They were both too careful with what they said, especially Jaz, who was looking for safe grounds, small talk good enough to keep chatting.

“Do you continue painting or is the study consuming you?"

"I haven't painted in a long time, the last thing was your car."

"My car?" he asked with a surprised look.

"I don't know how it happened, all of a sudden I had drawn it and was sending Chris a picture."

"Can I see it?"

“You own a better painting, the one you bought at the gallery.”

“I knew it was yours even if it didn't say your name, princess. They were the colors you liked, green tones were always your favorites, and that painting was full of them.”

“I've got the same opinion from many professors. They even nicknamed me the green painter. Many of them don't even know my name." The man heard his daughter laugh again and the lump in his throat began to torture him. “Do you know why I like green tones so much?”

"I asked you many times, but you always told me not to bother you." He said, remembering perfectly how his daughter wrinkled her nose and pushed him.

“Your eyes… it was my way of painting you in everything I did, of feeling close to you. But soon that wasn't enough, it didn't matter that I painted with the same green as your eyes, dad, you weren't there.

"Jaz..."

“I tried changing colors, I tried every one of them, every shade, but it didn't work. I changed the green palette for the brown one, but I saw your hair, then red, but I remembered your favorite shirt. I thought the blues would help, but I was reminded of our beach house. The purple didn't help either, that was the color of your office.”

The man heard her speak and saw how Jaz's tears kept falling but the girl didn't even flinch, sadly she had already gotten used to that.

“It took me a lot of work to understand you, I spent whole nights thinking about how you could stop loving mom. In fact, I don't think I can ever understand that, I guess some feelings change, I guess it's normal to fall in love again. What happened between you and mom is something between the two of you, I can't spend every day of my life wondering."

“Feelings don't change, princess. I was an idiot who didn't know how to value who loved me, I took everything for granted.

“Life's too short, one day you wake up and everything you thought you had is gone. I don't know how to get close to you again, I don't even know if I can trust you again, but I know that I don't want to open my eyes and have someone so important to me disappear forever. I want to look at the traces of green tones in my paintings again and smile, not cry."

Jaz's father didn't expect his daughter to agree to have some kind of communication again, he could bet his life that had only happened because Chan had had something to do with it. He was the only person Jaz listened to, always had been. Although the girl had been very close to her father since she was little, at the end of the day the only advice she blindly followed was that of her best friend.

He knew it would be the slowest process he would have to face in his life, but as long as he got his daughter back, he was willing.

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The next few days in the hospital passed uneventfully, Chan was getting better; however, no one could expect his nutrient deficiency to disappear so quickly. Besides, he still had to deal with anemia. What helped him a lot emotionally speaking was when he was able to return home. He and Jaz had agreed to stay at Chan's parents' house at least until the doctor allowed him to play sports again, and then he could recover a bit of normalcy in his life. The boys called every day asking for Chan, they also made video calls and took care of sending him things from time to time. If they hadn't visited him, it was only because they wanted to give the couple some privacy.

Taking advantage of the fact that the day was beautiful because spring had already entered, Chan and Jaz went out to one of the terraces. The couple had been watching some videos on Chan's cell phone when suddenly the girl remembered something and literally jumped up, scaring her best friend.

"Chris, I've had something for you for some time!"

Without letting him open his mouth to ask what she was talking about, Jasmine ran to find something among all the things her father had brought her. She had been so immersed in taking care of Chan that she had forgotten a present.

Back next to his best friend, she placed a box on his legs. "Merry Christmas, my love, a little late, tho..."

Chan immediately remembered that he also had bought something for her, but left it in his apartment. He couldn't help but laugh when he saw that, once again, they had done the same thing.

With a beautiful smile on his face, Chan saw the book that Jaz had chosen for him, who else could have found him something that was totally to his liking if not her?

For a few moments, he looked at the book, but before doing anything else, he closed it again and taking her hands, he spoke. “You thought of me even when we weren't talking, you bought me a Christmas present even when you didn't want to celebrate it. Minnie, I love you." He said before taking his time to kiss her. “You told me that I could ask whatever I wanted, so…I think now's the time.”

Chan's gaze got unduly serious, he had gone from having an incomparable love smile to looking at her with total solemnity. As a consequence, Jaz experienced such a terrible dizziness that she swore she was about to throw up.

"Minnie, are you okay? You turned pale."

“Of course I turned pale, Christopher! I'm not used to you talking to me so seriously. Before I had to beg you to talk, now you just change from the cheesiest person to the most serious one.”

"I'm not even going to try to say I'm not cheesy, because I am, and I'm not ashamed."

"See what I'm telling you?"

Chan found it adorable to see her so nervous, so he ended up wrapping her in his arms and covering her face with kisses. After making Jaz nearly choke between hugs and kisses, he laid her comfortably on his chest, and placing his hands on her tummy, he rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Feeling better? You're no longer pale, now you only have rosy cheeks.”

"You scared me, you look very serious."

"What did you think I was gonna tell you?"

"I don't know..." Chan didn't see the girl's face turn even redder from the madness she had thought. "But tell me, what did you want to ask?"

"Do you have something to tell me, something related to Germany?"

Like a spring Jasmine straightened up so that her back was no longer to her best friend, but that she could see his face. She looked for something in his features that would tell her that she had misheard, but she couldn't find it, for the boy was waiting anxiously for the answer.

"Why do you ask that?"

“Lee Know…”

"Fucking idiot." Jaz thought as she vowed to kick his ass the next time she saw him.

"Minnie, come on, tell me."

"I'll tell you, but you can't get angry or claim anything from me."

“Little doll… what did you do?”

"Promise." Jaz didn't speak any other word until Chan had given her his word. “They offered me a scholarship. I could study a master's degree while I do an internship in Germany with the possibility of staying working there. Apparently, a professor recommended me, I didn't know, I just got the letter. I left it at Minho's and well… that's what happened.”

"Minnie, that's amazing! Why did you reject it?"

"For the same reason that you refused to study in England and you didn't tell me." She replied causing Chan's cheeks to blush. "I didn't want to be away from you."

"Minnie, you've done a lot for me, let me make it up to you, please." He begged taking both her hands. "Don't reject that scholarship, you can write another letter, talk to your professor, I'm sure he'll help you, but DO NOT reject it."

“Chris, don't ask me that. These months that I hardly saw you were awful for me, I don't want to go there again."

"You won't." He assured caressing her face. “You won't, baby, I'll go with you. We'll both fall a semester behind, we'll finish our studies at the same time, then we'll leave.”

"But Chris..."

“Minnie, we owe it to each other, we've waited to be together too long, there have been many people and situations between us, please give us this chance, let's go alone. Let's live together, away from everything else, it's what we've always wanted.

“I don't know if I can still recover the scholarship and…”

“I'll take care of that, I promise. Let me do this for you, for us."

“What will happen to your studies? With the family business? Now that you're trying to help your parents, are you sure that…?”

"Minnie, Minnie, don't worry so much." He asked with a sweet smile. “My parents will be delighted if we move to Germany, that's where they want to expand the company, I can help them. And regarding my studies, later will be time to work as an architect.”

"Are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything." He affirmed kissing her forehead. "I love you and I want to be with you, we'll solve the rest."

The last words were barely audible to Jasmine, as they were lost in a kiss that spread out quite a bit. Bang Chan kissed his best friend for so long that it not only took her breath away, but she also smiled mischievously at the sight of her red lips. If he hadn't made love to her yet, it was only because they still had to follow certain medical care, and physical activity was strictly prohibited by Chan for at least a couple more weeks.

Once he let her catch her breath, he pulled her back to his chest and trapped her in a hug, he made the cutest and most adorable sounds, he had dreamed of having Jaz with him again for so long, he still couldn't think that was real.

"I've never seen you so pale... you actually freaked out, little doll." He teased tickling her.

“I already told you, it was your fault. I still can't get used to hearing you talk so seriously. I had no idea what you could tell me…”

"I think you did have an idea and that's why you reacted like that."

"Shut up..."

"You thought I was going to ask you to get married, right?"

"Chris!"

"Come on! Answer." He begged, tickling her so much that he finally made her admit it. Turning her around a bit, Chan was able to look into her eyes. "Of course I'm going to ask you to be my wife, I've never doubted that." He said adjusting a lock of her hair. "And I'm so in love with you that I could do it right now, but unfortunately for you, your boyfriend is very corny and wants to plan something for you that you'll never forget."

Definitely, the new Bang Chan in front of her, so honest and direct left Jasmine speechless. But the truth was that not only he was madly in love, Jaz felt the same, and everything he said made her smile like never before.

"My boyfriend? I don't remember you asking me to come back with you…” The girl joked, crossing her arms.

“Oh, I know that! I'm also going to ask you that, but I told you I'm cheesy, so you'll have to wait that I can do more than walk from my room to the garden.”

"I can wait as long as it takes." She responded with a smile

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