#SIA THIS WAS SO COOL

[cinnamxnangel]

I GOT THEM ALL BUT THE FIRST (liv don't kill me for mischaracterizing your man)

TELL THE ANGELS NO… 💌

February 14th, AKA — Valentine’s Day. I mean it was supposed to be just another ordinary day. That is until you find a letter slipped into your locker. Is this another prank… on Valentine’s Day? Seriously…? I thought secret admirers only appeared in movies.

꣑ৎ NOW FEATURING ★ HAIKYUU :: Oh we’re going old school now? What’s this Letter peaking out of your notebook… who put that there?

KAGEYAMA.T - HINATA.S - NISHINOYA.Y - KENMA.K - KUROO.T - BOKUTO.K

Cupid’s game instructions

FEB 14TH 2025 :: 9:26AM You weren’t expecting to find a little red valentines themed letter slipped under your worksheet today. After furiously scribbling down notes and getting up to demonstrate to the class somehow, it completely escaped your notice that someone had shoved an envelope right under your nose. How did you not see that? More importantly, how did you not see who it was?

Your fingers hover over the envelope, but you hesitate. Who could it be from? Some bored classmate who thought they’d try their hand at romance? Or maybe a new type of prank, like a “romantic mystery” you didn’t sign up for? Maybe it’s just a coupon for a free coffee or something.

With a sigh, you finally grab the envelope and pull it out, unprepared and confused for what lay behind it.

LETTER 01 ★ LETTER 02 ★ LETTER 03

★ LETTER 04 ★ LETTER 05 ★ LETTER 6

[daddy-long-legssss]

i'm very obsessed with this particular pair of sunglasses alex wears during the early 'suck it and see' era.

[alittlelessalone]

Okay, so I just got back from a trip to Japan and I went to the restaurant that inspired Sia La Luce and I just need to share my experience (and photos) with everyone!!!

First of all, look at their Joe shrine! It's right on the bar and always on display! Also glad they added a Cherry. Can't have a shrine to Joe without him!

And the second our waitress saw my sk8 phone straps, she pointed them out and said we could get some photos after our meal. I assumed she meant I could snap a few, but then she let us go up to the bar and started positioning us. Even the cook joined in! They were both so nice about it and found my excitement really endearing (the waitress even snapped a picture of me to keep for the restaurant). I censored these for posting online, but you can be 100% certain I'll be showing them off to all my friends!

Then, our waitress brought out a Sk8 art book to show us our table was right next to the outlet where Carla was charged! (Lol, look at my mini-Carla go!)

And this one wasn't pointed out to me, but apparently I'm gay enough that I recognized the picture. And I was right! Look! It's the same one!!!!

So yeah, overall it was a really great experience! The food was great, the staff were super friendly (even if they didn't speak much English and my Japanese is also pretty limited). I'm so glad my friend and I decided to do this (and grateful she went along with it since she hasn't seen Sk8 yet). We did a ton of really incredible things in Japan, but this had to be the one with the potential for the most awkward moments, but it ended up just being a really fun and wholesome time. 100% recommend going to Cucina Italiana Tamanaha if you're going to Okinawa. As long as you're respectful and actually eat a meal there, I think other fans will also have a really great time!

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

💎💎💎 Sia from Georgie!!

<3

"Sia! the one and only Lark" Georgie is smiling now, "He's, well, I have so much respect for him. He brings so much joy to people, touches so many hearts and lifts them up into the sunshine."

"His pure love of music is something i love about him, and as a mostly self taught musician its something i greatly respect, music for the sake of music, music that doesn't care about the fanciest way to play or the hardest notes to hit, don't get me wrong he is an amazing player, but he plays music for the love of it, not for the sake of impressing to fill a coin-purse,"

Georgie shyly turns his head away, "its something i see many musicians suffer from, the need to reach new heights and draw new crowds, the need to make yourself better by their standards. change your truth to what they say it is, its a pressure i think most performers can understand,"

"He, he doesn't suffer from that, or at least doesn't seem to. He has, not just a confidence, but a comfort in his skin and his existence. He will not bow to someones whims for want of coin, only to his own and that of the people he loves; only in service of making a better world, one tune and one smile at a time,"

"It's something i greatly admire in him, and i hope it wouldn't be to much to say i feel a kinship with him, in his pure love of music and his dedication to making the world a better, happier place. it is a feeling of kinship i hope to live up to, i hope to bring joy and calm hearts, in my own way, but with the same goal as him, of a better world, where people can smile freely, regardless of status or birth, where hearts are soothed and brought high once more with music."

"Hes also... kind. its hard enough, when your role is to please people, to not chase after the praise into the death of your truth, but its even harder when your in competition with each other, to be kind, to not pick at other people's differences to tear them down,"

"I think you can tell what difference people use against me," He chuckles, "He, well, hasn't. He cares about people hearts- not whatever differences they have, he sees beyond those, and its refreshing, just like his joy. Its easy to want to be the best version of yourself around him, and its easy to see hope for the future, and the good in peoples hearts."

"Hes a good man, with a heart of gold, and i respect him very much."

"I have had the joy of meeting many performers in my travels, but the bond between two musicians is always special, his joy in life and self confidence makes that bond all the more precious to me. I have greatly enjoyed my time with him, and i hope for that bond to ever deepen."

Georgie starts staring fondly into the distance, "Perhaps one day, i can show him the green hills of my home, and the wooden hut where i first learned to play. I hear his heart, his Crow, is city born and raised, perhaps they could enjoy exploring the rolling hills together. Everyone has been bothering me for years to bring back friends, so if they are willing to help with the harvest, then maybe i can soothe the worrying hearts of those who love me."

Georgie blushes, realizing how many words have spilled from his lips "All that to say, i greatly respect him, and hold him in my heart as a good friend, and i hope to keep doing so."

[owchie-wowchie]

Sia with a sheikah sword. if you even cared.

[ceramicbeetle]

realizing that it sounds kind of mean for me to be referring to this fic as the “cringe loser” fic if you don’t have the extensive lexicon i’ve created in my head for the lengthy opinion essay i haven’t written about how most people don’t actually want “good” autist-rep, they want “cool” rep even at the expense of ‘accuracy’. just believe me i say “cringe loser” with the highest degree of absolute affection

[nartml]

i miss my little brother

[xx-psych0-rabbit-xx]

save me rock covers save me metal covers save me

[plinchy]

It's a Goyls Sandwich

Sia found a pit fall trap

Daran jumped first

Sia went after, misjudging the distance

Noel jumps behind smirking, before falling

Thunder falls after seeing Noel fall

the original :

I made a small animation on how the goyls fell

[mageofseven]

Would you ever consider writing for the new side characters (Mephistopheles, Raphael, and Thirteen)?

As I have explained before, I can't write for these three 😅

In the first game, I was locked out of my account long ago and never got to read about them.

I can't write for them because I literally don't know them. It's like asking for me to talk about a friend of a friend that I've rarely seen and barely know their name.

If I ever do get to read about them and get to know them, I'd happily write for them. Sadly, it's just not an option right now.

Sorry to disappoint ya 😔

[sialaterornever]

fjnfajiliav went to my first in-person live symphony concert and i gotta say

fuckin amazing. music? better than i could ever play. the fee? 80% off bc my orch director has connections w/ the orchestra that played

[12daysofchristmas]

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Day 2 ❄️ Little lie ❄️ Trapped together in a snowstorm ❄️ “I thought you knew where you were going?!” ❄️ “I don’t know what to say, but it’s Christmas, and we’re all in misery.” —National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation

Day 3 ❄️ Accelerated heartbeat ❄️ Kissing in the snow ❄️ “Here, take my coat.” ❄️ “Let's hope the snow will make this Christmas right.” —Queen

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Day 5 ❄️ Cookies ❄️ Holiday-themed contest ❄️ “That definitely looks… interesting?” ❄️ “That is exactly why you want a high-quality fire extinguisher right in the kitchen.” —The Santa Clause

Day 6 ❄️ Present ❄️ Making a new Christmas tradition ❄️ “Not another Christmas movie!” ❄️ “You say you hate Washington’s birthday or Thanksgiving, and nobody cares, but you say you hate Christmas, and people treat you like you’re a leper.” —Gremlins

Day 7 ❄️ Decorations ❄️ A little accident ❄️ “I was just trying to help!” ❄️ “I want my house to be seen from space.” —Deck The Halls

Day 8 ❄️ Touch starved ❄️ Telling secrets around the fire ❄️ “Sometimes the hardest part is forgiving yourself.” ❄️ “Santa, can't you hear me?” —Ariana Grande & Kelly Clarkson

Day 9 ❄️ Christmas fair/market ❄️ Late shopping (together) ❄️ “Hmm, this is actually not bad.” ❄️ “When you're still waiting for the snow to fall, doesn't really feel like Christmas at all.” —Coldplay

Day 10 ❄️ Surprise visit ❄️ Lighting scented candles ❄️ “I didn’t know you were here.” ❄️ “You’re skipping Christmas! Isn’t that against the law?” —Christmas with the Kranks

Day 11 ❄️ Fairy lights ❄️ Christmas party/ball ❄️ “I never want this night to end.” ❄️ “I won’t even wish for snow. And I’m just gonna keep on waiting, underneath the mistletoe.” —Mariah Carey

Day 12 ❄️ Feast ❄️ Indoor picnic by the tree/fireplace ❄️ “I baked your favourite cookie/pie/cake.” ❄️ “You are all I need tonight underneath the Christmas lights.” —Sia

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[bvidzsoo]

Popular boys? Overrated ♡ (masterlist)

Urban Dictionary:

♡ Popular boy: Annoying assholes who think making fun of other people makes them cool. ♡ Overrated: When something or someone becomes too popular than others, and is given more credits than it deserves to be.

♡ Synposis: University? Stressful. Assignments? Too many. Social life? Above par. Boys? Disgusting. Popular boys? A total and complete headache. Sex? Optional. Sleep? Not so optional. But really...what are you supposed to do when you've got a hot guy up your ass begging for your attention? Nothing much but give in to him.

↳ Follow the two separate stories of our protagonists as they maneuver their lives at University while trying to avoid the two nefarious popular boys, Seonghwa and Yunho.

♡ Author: bvidzsoo

♡ Pairing: Park Seonghwa x female reader; Jeong Yunho x female reader

♡ Rating: nc-17

♡ Genre: 90's rom-com; University!au; Popular guy!au; Sports!au

♡ Status: on-going

🎧Playlist🎧

♡ Park Seonghwa ♡

📝Sugar on my lips: ˗ˏˋ First assignment ★ Second assignment ★ Third assignment ˎˊ˗

Summary: Besides looking pretty and acting dumb, popular boys were good for nothing else. Park Seonghwa, who you've known for over a year now, wasn't an exception. Obnoxious, eccentric, and a peacock, he seems to have an affinity of getting on your nerves. But when coincidentally you get paired up for an assignment, you happen to discover a different side of him. Is it possible you have misjudged him?

✫☼☾☁ ❝𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲…𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠.❞ ☁☾☼✫

♡ Visual Board ♡

♡ Jeong Yunho ♡

🎭Under the pretense: ˗ˏˋ First act ★ Second act ★ Third act ˎˊ˗

Summary: What was supposed to be the best time of your life turned into something more bizarre and only slightly fun. Don't get me wrong, having to share your theater class out of the blue with popular guy Jeong Yunho, to most, didn't sound like the worst idea, but to you...yeah, you would've been more grateful if the principal found other methods of punishment for her son's misbehavior.

꧁༺ ❝𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔢, 𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢, ℑ 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢, ℑ 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲.❞ ༻꧂

♡ Visual Board ♡

A/N: Weeell, hellooo, surprise?? Total random idea with the most random plots, but here I stand before you, presenting two separate stories which happen in the same universe. They can most certainly be read as standalones, but fyi I will post them by jumping from Seonghwa's story to Yunho's and then back and forth. I most certainly will not start their stories until I'm done with my Mingi rockstar series, which will take a few more weeks, sorry for making you wait but...priorities. As you can see, I have a playlist that I will be updating with songs that remind me of our girlies, our main characters, as they will be girlbossing in their respective stories lol. I hope I'll be able to pull off the 90's romcom vibes, don't be too hard on me if I fail lol <3

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[adoresia]

꣑ৎ contains ★ Fluff ,, Crack ,, suggestive (if you squint) ,, might be ooc cause i havent met him yet.. gulp.

ft Michael Kaiser :: ★ Getting a matching tattoo with your boyfriend was one thing, trusting him with a needle was definitely another. ★ W/C 0.8k

˙🧷 ̟ Sia here ! :: I haven’t even met kaiser yet but i saw this illustration and i started barking out loud, i saw it on pinterest but the artist is bunnyluvrrr on instagram her drawings are so good you guys should go check them out 😚😚

˙🏷️ ̟ Kaiser’s masterlist | BLLK masterlist | Main masterlist

Looking back, you weren’t sure why you agreed to let him tattoo you. Actually scratch that, you knew exactly why — because of his inability to take no for an answer.

A week ago, when he first proposed the idea of getting matching tattoos you almost choked on your drink. “You? Want to Tattoo me? Yeah, no.” you laughed off this sudden joke of his, but knowing him he wasn’t going yo give up so easily. “You didn’t even think about it,” he whined dramatically. Flopping onto the couch beside you with the same infuriating grin. “I’ve got great hands. You trust me on the field don’t you?”

“Hey so, a football and a needle are actually two different things.”

“Don’t you think I’d be good at it? I’ve got an eye for detail.”

“You keep telling yourself that,” you muttered, but he ignored it completely.

“I think it would be cool,” he insisted, leaning closer. “Our tattoos will connect like we do. That’s Romantic, no?” You squinted at him. “That sounds like a really bad pickup line”

“Well, did it work?” He smirked smugly. “I literally just said bad.” you deadpanned him. Why is he trying to gaslight you?” Admit you’re thinking about it.”

“Yeah, I’m thinking about why I’m still talking to you.”

But of course, a week later here you were. Perched on the extra cushioned chair of a makeshift tattoo station he set up especially for you, your leg extended across his lap while he prepped the machine with a confident flick of his wrist.

“You nervous?” His voice was honeyed with amusement as his eyes flickered up to meet yours. “No.” you lied through your teeth. “Just wondering how and why I ended up trusting you with a needle.”

“Because you realised you have nothing to worry about, I am the best. You know that right?” He chuckled. “At football, maybe.” You answered rolling your eyes.His grin only grew as he gently took hold of your thigh, his fingers brushed against your skin in a way that made your breath hitch. He was steady and confident, yet surprisingly tender.“I’ll be gentle,” he promised. Athough the teasing tone in his voice made you doubt it. “Yeah okay, just hurry up.”

The humming sound of the machine filled the room, and the first prick of the needle made you tense. His hand tightened ever so slightly around your leg grounding you. “Relax,” he reassured. “It’ll hurt less if you stop being so stiff.”

Easy for him to say.

Okay you were nervous, but not just about the tattoo. There was something about the way his fingers rested on your skin, firm yet oddly intimate, that had your heart racing. And of course he noticed.

“Aw, what’s this?” he teased, glancing up with a grin. “You sure it’s the needle making you so nervous?”

“Shut up.”

“Oh yeah?” he teased, his voice thick with amusement. “Is that why you keep looking away from me? I see those paintings on the wall everyday. There isn’t anything all that interesting about them.” he teased. You hadn’t even realised you were staring so hard at the paintings behind him, trying to divert your attention from what was going on in front of you.

“Focus on the tattoo.” was the inly thing you could muster up. It made him laugh. The sound was warm and far too smug. “Whatever you say.”

As the needle traced along your leg, following the intricate design that wrapped from his arm to your leg, you couldn’t help but notice how focused he was. Despite all the teasing, he was meticulous with the way he traced the ink into your skin. The thorned stem mirrored the one on his arm — it was sharp and elegant. The vines curled gracefully around your thigh, wrapping down your leg in a way that made it look seamless, as if your tattoos were always meant to be connected.

Every one of his movements was precise and his concentration showed in the way he furrowed his eyebrow. His usual arrogance was still there, but it was tempered by precision and care. His teasing words contrasted with the steady determination and gentleness in his eyes.

“Are you still with me?” he asked, his voice somewhat softer now.

“mhm,” you managed to utter. Although your heart raced for reasons that had very little to do with the sting of the tattoo at this point.

“Your a tough girl.”

The teasing never stopped but neither did the gentleness. His thumb brushed absentmindedly against your skin which soothed the burn of the needle. You wondered if he even realized he was doing it.

“You’re doing great baby,” he praised. His eyes flickered up again. “I told you I was good with my hands.”

“Do you ever stop flirting?”

“Not when it’s working.”

Despite yourself, you laughed. The tension eased from your body and he grinned as if that was the real victory here. And when he finally finished, he leaned back to admire his work. The thorned stem wrapped elegantly around your leg, seamlessly continuing from his own tattoo. It was beautiful; raw and intimate in a way you could’ve never expected.

“Perfect.” he said proudly, wiping down the fresh ink. “Just like us.”

“You’re so annoying.” you muttered. Although your lips curled into a smile.

“And yet here you are,” he grinned as he wiped the last bit of ink residue from your skin.

You ignored him though, turning your leg slightly to get a better look at the intricate design etched into the entirety of your leg. It was so beautifully detailed. Each curve wrapped so elegantly around your skin, tracing a sinuous path from just above your knee to the side of your thigh, and the way it so seamlessly connected to Kaiser’s own tattoo felt… intimate. Like your tattoos were meant to intertwine, bound together, just as he had promised.

“Wow,” you breathed, fingers hovering near the fresh ink but really careful not to touch. “You outdid yourself.”

He said nothing at first, unusually silent and less taunting. His eyes fixed on your reaction instead of the tattoo. You could feel his gaze, it was warm and unwavering. Tracking every subtle shift of your expression while you admired his work. His usual teasing demeanor softened as it was replaced by something quieter and more genuine.

“You like it?” he finally asked, you glanced up at him and when you met his gaze your heart did that stupid fluttering thing it always did when he dropped the cocky act for just a second. “Yeah,” you admitted, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “I love it.” His lips curved into a knowing smirk. “I know you do.” You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest lingered.

He leaned closer, thumb brushing gently along your thigh just below the fresh ink. “I told you I was good with my hands,” he murmured , the teasing glint returned to his eyes. “And your ego is still insufferable.”

“But you love that too,” he said confidently. You shook your head with a laugh. “Debatable.”

“Not at all” His fingers lingered on your skin for a bit longer than necessary. “It is romantic, right?”

“You’re ridiculous,” you muttered, though you didn’t pull away from his touch.

“And yet you’re still here,” he whispered smugly, “matching tattoo and all.” He pressed a kiss just above the tattoo, his breath was warm and gentle against your freshly inked skin. “But you do love it, right?” He asked, eyes gleaming as he looked up at you.

“I guess I do.”

[fallinginaforrest]

"You, Sia. You know a lot of things."

"Years ago, I had a vision containing impossible events. Of people in places they were not meant to be...but must be"

Did she know?

Edit: Lord I'm so freaking tired- i forgot to say originally that sia's outfit was inspired by the designs of @ricky-mortis who is just so cool so... go check them out what are you still doing here?

[v3n1ce-bxtch]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟHometown Baby *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

•6•

“AND SHES A HOMETOWN BABY, COULD YOU PUT YOUR PHONE DOWN MAYBE?”-OUT FRONT, JACK HARLOW

WARNINGS: Smuttt🤭, unprotected(WRAP BEFORE U TAP, please😭), and cussing

The envelope was gone. Zaria had thrown it in a drawer the morning after dinner with Jack, refusing to let it sit on her counter any longer like a silent accusation. The weight of it was still there, though, lurking in the back of her mind. Divorce. The word felt foreign to her, a label she never thought she’d wear.

Sia was over again, sprawled out on Zaria’s couch with a glass of wine in her hand. Her long braids hung over the armrest, and she was scrolling on her phone while occasionally giving unsolicited commentary.

“Girl, Mariah’s out here posting ‘soft life’ reels like she didn’t help wreck your marriage,” Sia said, shaking her head. “Talking about, ‘Peace over everything.’ Where was that energy when she was sneaking around with Chris?”

Zaria groaned, sinking deeper into the couch. “I don’t want to talk about Mariah.”

“You don’t have to, but I’m gonna say it: she’s trifling. And Chris? Double trifling.”

“Sia…”

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” Sia said, holding up her hands. “But for real, how are you holding up?”

Zaria shrugged. “I’m…managing. Jack’s been a distraction, at least.”

“Oh, we’re talking about Pineapple Juice now?” Sia grinned, sitting up. “Girl, he is fine fine. And the way he looks at you? Whew. I’m rooting for y’all.”

“There’s no ‘y’all,’ Sia. We’re just friends.”

“Friends don’t plan private dinners at bougie restaurants,” Sia teased, sipping her wine.

Zaria rolled her eyes but didn’t respond. The truth was, Jack had been on her mind more than she wanted to admit. His texts, his laugh, the way he made her feel seen. It was refreshing after years of feeling invisible.

Her phone buzzed on the table, breaking her thoughts. Sia snatched it before Zaria could reach it, cackling when she saw the name.

“Pineapple Juice strikes again!” she sang, holding the phone just out of reach.

“Give it back!” Zaria lunged for it, laughing despite herself.

Sia finally handed it over, and Zaria opened the message.

Pineapple Juice 🍍:

Thought about you today. You good?

Her heart did that stupid little flutter it always did when he texted.

Wifey 💍:

Better now. What’s up?

Pineapple Juice 🍍:

You free tonight?

Zaria hesitated. Dinner had been nice, but she wasn’t sure she was ready for a repeat so soon.

“Soooo?” Sia asked, nudging her.

Zaria sighed“He wants to hang out,”making her tone as casual as possible.

“And you’re saying yes, right? Girl, don’t overthink it. Go have fun! You deserve it.” Sis exclaimed, her voice full of excitement.

After a long pause, Zaria typed back.

┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊

Wifey 💍:

Fine. But nothing fancy this time.

Pineapple Juice 🍍:

Deal. I’ll pick you up at 8.

┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊

Jack arrived right on time, leaning casually against his car when she walked outside in ripped jeans, sneakers, and a simple black tank top.

“Look at you,” he said, his eyes lingering just a little too long. “Still managed to outdress me.” He lightly chuckled.

She smirked. “You’re lucky I didn’t cancel.”

“Cancel? You’d miss out on all this quality time with me?” he teased, opening the car door for her.

Instead of a restaurant, Jack drove them to a small art gallery tucked away downtown. The space was intimate, with vibrant paintings and sculptures from local Black artists lining the walls.

“You brought me to an art show?” Zaria asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I figured you’d like it,” Jack said, shrugging. “Plus, I wanted to support this spot. They’re doing something cool for the community.”

Zaria was surprised—and impressed. She didn’t expect Jack to be into something like this, but she wasn’t mad about it.

As they walked through the gallery, Jack stayed close, his arm occasionally brushing against hers. It was such a subtle thing, but every accidental touch sent a little spark through her.

At one point, they stopped in front of a painting of a woman sitting on a throne, her expression fierce and unyielding.

“That’s you,” Jack said softly, nodding toward the painting.

Zaria tilted her head, studying it. “Why do you say that?”

“Because you’re a queen,” he said, his voice low and earnest.

She looked away, her cheeks warming. “You’re so corny.”

“And yet, you’re still here.”

After the gallery, Jack drove them to a food truck park. They sat on a bench under string lights, sharing a plate of tacos and laughing over nothing and everything.

When he dropped her off later, Jack walked her to the door again, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Thanks for tonight,” she said, leaning against the doorframe as she gave Jack a sweet smile that made his heart flutter.

“Anytime,” he replied. “And hey—don’t let those papers get to you. You’re too good for all that.”

His gaze lingered on her, soft and full of something that made her stomach flip. She could feel the tension between them, thick and undeniable.

“Do you want to come in?” she asked, the words leaving her lips before she could stop them.

Jack raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Are you sure?”

Zaria nodded, stepping aside to let him in. The tension in the room shifted the moment the door clicked shut. Jack stood close—too close—and the heat between them was almost tangible.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low, searching her face.

She nodded, but her breath hitched when his fingers brushed her cheek, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. The touch lingered longer than necessary.

“You make it hard to leave,” Jack murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips.

“Then don’t,” she whispered, her eyes fixed on his.

Jack’s hand slid to the small of her back, pulling her closer, their breaths mingling in the quiet. When his lips finally met hers, it wasn’t tentative—it was hungry, like he’d been holding back for too long.

Zaria melted into him, her hands gripping his shirt as if anchoring herself. His touch was steady, firm, as his lips moved against hers, igniting something deep and unspoken between them.

“Z,” Jack breathed, his voice rough as he pulled back just enough to look at her. “Are you sure?”

Instead of answering, she took his hand, leading him toward her bedroom.

This time, neither of them hesitated.

He helped her take off her shirt and began kissing down her neck.

“Jack” She whispered, putting her hands on his shoulders. Just feeling her hands on his shoulders made him elated, as if everything in life had finally clicked in place.

He took that as a sign to put her gently on the bed and yank her shorts off. He blew a low whistle,”Damn, you’re just as beautiful as I remembered.”he said as his eyes hovered over your body.

“And you’re just as handsome as I remembered.” She smiled shyly at him.

He kissed up from her lower stomach to her lips,making her breathe heavy, then paused, sighing.

“Why’d you stop?” Zaria spoke out is short breaths.

He sighed again,”Just need you to be sure that—that……I mean, I don’t want you to do this cause you’re heartbroken. And I don’t want you doing this because you’re upset at Chris.”

She chuckled,”Fuck Chris, I don’t give a shit about him.” She sat up, pouting,”I need you bad Jack Jack.” She whined out, her frustration evident.

He nodded,”Yes ma’am.” He gently pushed her on her back and slipped off her panties. Jack licked a trail up her slit.

Zaria moaned,”Fuckkk.”

He teased her with one finger and slipped in another, going at a slow pace.

“Yessss! Jackk, keep going!!” She gasped.

He increased his speed and started sucking her clit.

“Jackkk!” She screamed, which made him go crazy.

Then he stopped again with a smirk on his face and stood back up, taking of his shirt and loosing his belt.

Zaria groaned,”Again?!”, she thought she was about to reach her peak.

He nodded,”Yes ma’am.” He said again, affirmatively.

“Just fuck me already!” Zaria groaned out of frustration.

He crossed his arms,”Ask nicely, no attitude.”

She rolled her eyes, too impatient for his games.

He scoffed,”Fix your face, love.”

She smiled as sweetly as she could, trying to be convincing,”Can you pretty please with a cherry on top, fuck me?”

He smiled,”Better, now lay down.” Zaria lied down, spreading her legs. He lined himself before easing himself in. He whispered in her ear,”I’ve been fantasying about this since the party.” He put the rest of himself in with a groan and started with a slow pace.

She moaned,”Jackkk!” He increased his pace, straightening back up with his hands on her hips.

“You feel so good around me, baby.” Jack grunted,”Keep squeezing me just like that.” He kept pounding into her, as he breathed heavily, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

”I’m gonna cum..” she whimpered between moans.

He chuckled,”Speak up ,baby.”

She moaned,”I’m gonna cum, fuckk! Jackkk!!” All the built up tension she had built up over these weeks and months had been released. She hadn’t felt so relaxed since her constant fights with Chris.

Shortly after, he pulled out and released on her stomach ,”Damn, that was amazing.” He panted.

Zaria smiled,”I hadn’t been fucked that good since high school, Chris doesn’t even hold a candle up to you.”

“I know, and I could tell.” He said cockily as he rolled over beside her,”Let’s go get cleaned up, you’re staying the night baby.”

>>>

“How you feeling?” Jack asked, holding her close while drawing circles on her back.

“Really good.” Zaria smiled, still drunk on the feeling, looking up at him.

Zaria rested on his chest, finally feeling less worry and tension. Everything felt so natural ,like Jack had never been out of her life.

A/N: WHEWWW😮‍💨, I have NOT written smut for 2 yearssss. I literally had a full body cringe while writing this😭😭😭buttt thank you to @strawberries-and-lots-of-kisses for revising and giving me suggestions for this, it rlly helped🫶🏾🫶🏾

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